"Grandpa is here." Jiang Shiyi turned his head and saw the old man, happily shouting, "Huangfu Yu is awake and even had half a bowl of millet porridge."
The tone carried a sense of joy.
As if Huangfu Yu eating half a bowl of porridge was such an extraordinary thing.
But in fact, it indeed was an extraordinary thing.
Huangfu Yu also curled his lips and smiled gently.
The old man also pursed his lips and laughed, and while laughing, he complimented and rewarded, "So amazing!" This comment, unspoken, would be fine, but once spoken, Jiang Shiyi's little face turned red.
However, seeing Huangfu Yu eating, she truly felt very happy, almost as if he had recovered.
Jiang Shiyi continued to feed Huangfu Yu porridge, while the old man stood by, hesitating to speak for a moment.
"Grandpa, if there's something to say, just say it directly. Watching you hesitate like this gives people a headache." Although Huangfu Yu's voice was weak, his teasing tone was not light.
