Li Xianglu entered the home and greeted everyone, then sat down neatly by the kang table, smiling as she asked, "Mom, how have you been feeling lately?"
Old Mrs. Wu, hearing her granddaughter's soft voice asking about her health, broke into a smile that lit up her wrinkled face like a chrysanthemum: "Good, I've been quite well recently. The white flour you gave me, your aunt makes me noodle soup every now and then. It's really nourishing, I've gained quite a bit of weight."
Li Xianglu noticed that Old Mrs. Wu indeed looked good, but it wasn't as exaggerated as she mentioned, there wasn't any noticeable weight gain, just that she looked somewhat nourished.
