Fu Jia, the old lady who hangs up the phone stares at her daughter-in-law who just robbed her cell phone. Humph! I don't know how to grow up.

She was in a good mood and said nothing. She got up and went to the kitchen to urge Aunt Qin to look at the chicken soup on the stove. It was stewed early in the morning. Her granddaughter-in-law liked to drink chicken soup and specially prepared black chicken to nourish her face and good things.

Later, put it in the thermal lunch box and take it to the hospital to make up for the little girl. This bad boy, Xingyuewen, is...