"Grandpa, I don't want anything outside. I just want to have chicken soup at home." The soft and waxy way of Butong.

Mr. Bu's nose was sour, and his tears almost fell down, but his mouth was still full of indifference. "I know you are greedy. Isn't grandpa raising more chickens? I'll be fat by the end of the year. I'll leave it all to you then. " Thank you, Grandpa

"Jingchen, you should drink more too. It's hard to take care of Tongtong."

the man nodded politely, "Grandpa, this is what I should do, and enjoy it."

Butong's heart, I don't know whether it's warmed by chicken soup, by...