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Grandma Sun's tears finally fell. She let go of Wang Dazhuang's hand, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffed, and said in a choked voice:

"I just saw you and Feifei eating shrimp heads together, and grandma immediately thought of many years ago. Feifei's parents were still there at that time, and the family sat together to eat, and they also fought to eat like this. Her father loved to eat shrimp heads, and so did her mother. Neither of them let the other go, and Feifei just watched and laughed. Grandma thought she would never see such a scene again in this life."

As she said that, she wiped her tears again with the back of her hand, "If your grandpa Sun knew about it, he would definitely be very happy."

Wang Dazhuang looked at Grandma Sun's wrinkled face and thought of Li Youmei.

On the day he recovered from his illness, Li Youmei was like this, crying and laughing at the same time. She couldn't stop her tears, but she couldn't hold them down at the corners of her mouth.

"Grandma, Feifei's illness will be completely cured in a few days, and she will be back to her former self by then, I promise."

Grandma Sun nodded repeatedly, her lips trembling and unable to speak, "Dazhuang, grandma is relieved with your words."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked into the kitchen, picking up a thermos box from the stove.

She put the thermos box into a cloth bag, took out several crisper boxes from the refrigerator, packed the uneaten garlic crayfish and spicy crayfish separately, put them into the bag together, and handed them to Wang Dazhuang.

"Dazhuang, I would also like to trouble you to help grandma bring a lunch to your grandpa. He doesn't remember to eat when he is busy, and his stomach is not good, so he has to be urged every time."

Wang Dazhuang took the cloth bag and slung it on his shoulder. The weight of the thermal box in the cloth bag was neither heavy nor light. He could feel the residual warmth of the food through the cloth.

At this time, footsteps were heard on the stairs.

Sun Feifei changed into light blue jeans, white canvas shoes, a simple white T-shirt, and a thin light gray cardigan.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore a black peaked cap with the brim held low.

There was no makeup on her face, her lips were very light in color, and her skin was so white that it was almost transparent.

But her eyes were different from before. Instead of the cold and distant expression, they had an emotion that a living person should have.

Seeing the cloth bag on Wang Dazhuang's shoulder, Sun Feifei walked over and said, "Well, let me get this insulated box."

Wang Dazhuang's lips curled up slightly, and he handed it over without insisting.

Grandma Sun stood at the door, looking at Sun Feifei and then at Wang Dazhuang. She couldn't hold back the smile on her face and gave a warning.

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