Jim looked at her. “You looked tired. I had asked Mrs. Well to make chicken soup. You can eat it.”

“Grandpa Jim.” Lucy was not in the good mood recently. Therefore, she did not have a good sleep nor a meal. Looking at the chicken soup in front of her, she could not help shed tears.

“Girl, why are you crying? Eat it, or it will be cold later.” Jim smiled and handed her a piece of tissue.

“Thank you, Grandpa Jim.” Lucy picked up the spoon and ate it. Although the weather was cold, she felt warm because of the soup.

“Lulu, you haven’t gone to your grandfather yet,...