She took a piece, carefully broke off a small corner, and put it in her mouth.
"It's really delicious, even with bad teeth you can eat it."
"Alright, Old Zhang, your teeth aren't that bad," Old Yang suddenly said with reddened eyes. "You don't eat much because you're worried about me, afraid I'll be tempted, afraid I'll smell the food but can't eat it and feel sad, so you've used the excuse of bad teeth for the past two years to drink rice soup and eat porridge with me every day."
Chiang Xiao looked at them, feeling a bit moved.
For an elderly couple to still have such deep feelings, that's true love.
She wondered if she and Meng Xinian would be like this when they grew old.
"I'm old, I've eaten everything, and there's nothing I particularly like, besides, eating porridge is pretty good," Mother Yang said, still nervously watching him. "Old man, are you really not feeling unwell?"
Old Yang shook his head and looked at Chiang Xiao.
