Ye Qingqing looked around at Grandma Gu's room, which was only about ten square meters and contained a single bed, but there was a folding wire bed next to the bed.

There was only a table, a few stools, and a small cabinet left; there was no other furniture.

Although it was small and simple, Grandma Gu kept it very tidy. Ye Qingqing also discovered that there was a pot of blooming roses on the windowsill. The pink flowers stood strong in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance, adding a touch of color to the little house.

The flowers must have been grown by the old lady.

Despite the harsh conditions, Grandma Gu was able to grow such beautiful flowers, which shows that she must have loved flowers and life and was not defeated by her tragic fate.

Ye Qingqing felt a pang of sadness. She decided to ask around during dinner to see if she could help Grandma Gu.

There was a commotion outside, and Grandma Gu came in carrying a tray of dishes: steamed sea bass, braised pork, vegetable rolls, and deep-fried crispy tofu skin rolls.

"I didn't cook many dishes..." Grandma Gu said somewhat embarrassedly.

Four dishes and a soup were far too simple. She wanted to cook more dishes, but unfortunately, she found that she only had so many dishes at home, so she could only cook four dishes and a soup. Moreover, the table was only so big, and there was no room to put more dishes on it.

"It looks delicious! There are already so many dishes. Grandma, you're too kind." Ye Qingqing hurriedly stepped forward to help and took the tray from Grandma Gu's hands.

After Granny Gu entered the house, a middle-aged man of medium height also came in, gave Ye Qingqing a simple smile, and wore a small floral apron.

Ye Qingqing guessed that this must be Granny Gu's mentally challenged son. But unlike what she had expected, this so-called mentally challenged son did not look mentally challenged at all and was no different from a normal person.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see that his eyes are not clear and his reactions are rather slow.

Apart from that, he is pretty much the same as a normal person.

“This is my son, Tang Bao,” Grandma Gu introduced, patting her son lightly and pointing to Ye Qingqing, “This is the little girl I often tell you about.”

Ye Qingqing quickly said, "My name is Ye Qingqing, Grandma, you can just call me Qingqing."

Tang Bao smiled sheepishly again, but didn't say anything. He had a round, chubby face, also known as a baby face, and looked younger than his actual age.

Grandma Gu paused for a moment, then murmured to herself, "Your name is Ye Qingqing? Ye as in leaf, Qingqing as in green grassland?"

"Yes, that's my name. What's wrong, Grandma?"

Grandma Gu shook her head. "It's nothing, it's just a nice name."

Ye Qingqing chuckled, "My mother chose the name for me, and I think it sounds nice too."

Grandma Gu smiled. Seeing the girl's bright smile made her feel happy. The girl's family was truly blessed!

"Let's eat quickly, I'll go bring the soup up!"

Grandma Gu placed the table in the center and served the braised pork and bamboo shoot soup in a large basin. The four dishes and one soup filled the small table to the brim.

Tang Bao stood quietly, a smile on his face, without moving an inch.

Grandma Gu served him rice and helped him to bed to eat. Ye Qingqing found it strange, "Why don't you let Uncle Tang Bao eat with you?"

"Your uncle has mental issues, so let him eat alone. We'll eat together!"

"It's alright, it's more lively when there are more people eating!"

Ye Qingqing understood what Granny Gu was thinking; she was probably afraid that Granny Gu would look down on her mentally challenged son. She went over and helped Tang Bao over. Granny Gu's eyes were a little wet, but she didn't say anything more.