Zhang Hualian placed a chicken drumstick directly into Ding Ling's bowl, saying, "If you like it, eat more. This time, I made a dozen."
"Thank you, Aunt."
Ding Ling looked satisfied; her favorite was chicken drumsticks, especially the ones made by Zhang Hualian, which suited her taste.
"Aunt Ding, Grandma Zhang makes the crispiest chicken drumsticks." Chenchen's soft voice rang out. She was biting into a drumstick, her small mouth gleaming with oil. She said, "Grandma, can you make crispy chicken drumsticks next time?"
"Sure, I'll make them for you next time."
With a smile, Zhang Hualian wiped Chenchen's mouth, saying, "Eat slowly, no one is competing with you."
At the dinner table, laughter filled the air, and Tang Yue's heart felt warm and soft.
"Mom, you're not leaving, are you?"
Before bed, Chenchen clutched Tang Yue's hand, looking expectant.
