Li Yumei's gaze fell on Tan Xiangchen, her eyes full of affection.
Recalling the scene when she first met Tan Xiangchen, her heart was still filled with excitement.
At that time, he was handsome and gentle, and she fell in love with him at first sight.
However, there was also a hint of complicated emotions in her heart.
She knew that Tan Xiangchen had a past with her sister Li Yuzhu.
But now, Tan Xiangchen belongs to her, they are together every day, and no one can separate them.
Li Yumei was sitting nearby, also in a good mood.
She looked at Tan Xiangchen's busy back, her eyes full of satisfaction.
Recently, Tan Xiangchen started taking medicine on time and his condition has improved significantly.
Today, for the first time, he took the initiative to walk out of the room and make breakfast for her.
She thought to herself that maybe he was slowly accepting her love and slowly changing.
As Tan Xiangchen watched everyone enjoying their breakfast, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and he felt particularly happy.
The recipe for this breakfast was specially developed by him for Tan Zhengchu's mother Li Yuzhu many years ago. Although he hasn't made it for many years, his skills have not deteriorated at all.
He felt very satisfied to be able to make breakfast for his two grandsons.
After breakfast, Tan Xiangchen took Liubao and Dabao to the study.
The study is filled with paintings and the air is filled with the faint scent of ink.
As soon as Liu Bao entered the room, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, "Wow, Grandpa, are these all drawn by Grandma?"
Tan Xiangchen nodded, his eyes gently sweeping over the paintings, "Yes, these are all your grandmother's works."
Dabao walked to Tan Xiangchen, looked up and asked, "Grandpa, do you miss grandma very much?"
Tan Xiangchen's hand paused, and the brush trembled slightly on the paper.
He lowered his head, his voice a little hoarse, "Yes, I miss her very much."
But he didn't continue speaking, and a wave of sadness welled up in his heart.
He didn't dare to face Li Yuzhu in his current state, fearing that she would hate him and that she would not be able to forgive the misunderstanding of the past.
Dabao seemed to see through his thoughts and gently advised: "Grandpa, please come back with us. Grandma makes the same breakfast as you every day. She must miss you too."
Tan Xiangchen felt a dull pain in his heart, his brows were furrowed, and his paintbrush uncontrollably drew a mark on the paper.
Li Yuzhu has always been his weak spot. When he mentions her, his heart hurts like it's being cut by a knife.
But he still painted her portrait every day, fearing that he would forget what she looked like.
Liu Bao noticed Tan Xiangchen's mood change and quickly changed the subject, "Grandpa, please teach us how to paint! We want to learn!"
Tan Xiangchen came back to his senses and forced a smile, "Okay, what do you want to draw?"
Liubao and Dabao looked at each other and said in unison: "The starry sky! The starry sky last night was so beautiful!"
Tan Xiangchen nodded, picked up the paintbrush, and began to teach them how to outline the starry sky.
While painting, Liu Bao secretly observed Tan Xiangchen's expression.
He knew that his grandfather was feeling bad, but the adult world was too complicated. He felt that he could not help and could only let them solve it themselves.
The study was filled with laughter all morning.
Liubao and Dabao painted very seriously. Although their brushstrokes were immature, the beauty of the starry sky was vividly portrayed on the paper.
The two were very satisfied with their paintings and put them away carefully.
"When we get back, we must show it to the other seven treasures!" Liu Bao said excitedly.
Dabao also nodded, "Yes, they will definitely like it!"
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Li Yumei stood at the door of the study, holding a corner of her apron in her hand, hesitant.
She raised her hand several times to knock on the door, but put it down again, fearing to disturb Tan Xiangchen and make him unhappy.
It wasn't until she heard the sound of lunch being prepared in the kitchen that she mustered up the courage and knocked gently on the door.
"Xiang Chen, lunch is ready. Are you and the children hungry? It's time to eat." Her voice was gentle with a hint of caution.
In the study, Tan Xiangchen was concentrating on painting. When he heard the knock on the door, he didn't even raise his head, but just replied lightly, "Got it."
Li Yumei pushed open the door and walked into the study, her eyes were immediately attracted by the paintings on the table.
It was a portrait of Li Yuzhu, lifelike, especially the small mole under her right eye, which was painted in exceptional detail by Tan Xiangchen.
A trace of loss flashed across Li Yumei's eyes, and a wave of sadness rose in her heart.
She remembered that when she was a child, her parents always used this mole to distinguish her from her sister.
Her elder sister Li Yuzhu is as gentle as water, while she is lively and cheerful.
But now, under Tan Xiangchen's brush, there is only the image of his sister.
Li Yumei knew that Tan Xiangchen never regarded her as a substitute for Li Yuzhu, but she still chose to stay with him silently, just hoping to be with him for the rest of her life.
Tan Xiangchen put down his paintbrush, looked up at Li Yumei, his eyes cold and distant.
He did not stop her from looking at the portrait because he had never hidden his feelings.
In his heart, there is only Li Yuzhu.
Liubao and Dabao stood aside, observing everything silently.
Dabao opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Liubao gently pulled his sleeve.
Liu Bao lowered his voice and said, "Don't talk. This Li Yumei is not simple. She may have controlled Grandpa."
Dabao nodded and responded in a low voice: "Brother is right, we have to be careful and not talk nonsense."
Tan Xiangchen looked at the portrait on the table, a slight smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
He was glad that he had not forgotten what Li Yuzhu looked like. Every time he painted her, he would feel very happy.
He put away his brushes and paints, completely ignoring Li Yumei's presence, and turned to Liu Bao and Da Bao and said, "Let's go downstairs to eat."
The two children followed Tan Xiangchen obediently. When they walked out of the study, Liubao looked back at Li Yumei.
Her face was full of disappointment and reluctance, but Liubao felt refreshed in his heart.
He pulled Dabao's sleeve and whispered, "Look, she's unhappy."
Dabao smiled secretly, "Yeah, seeing her like this, I actually feel a little happy."
The children knew that grandpa was here, but it was not grandma who was with him.
This feeling makes them very uncomfortable.
So, when they saw Li Yumei was unhappy, they felt very happy instead.
At the lunch table, Li Yumei, Tan Xiangchen, Liubao and Dabao were sitting together enjoying lunch.
The atmosphere was a bit dull and everyone was eating their own food.
Tan Xiangchen ate his meal by himself, occasionally picking up some food for Liubao and Dabao, but he never looked at Li Yumei.
Li Yumei lowered her head and ate in silence, but her heart felt like a stone was pressing on it, so heavy that she couldn't breathe.
Li Yumei lowered her head to eat, occasionally looking up at Tan Xiangchen, but found that his eyes were always fixed outside the window, as if he was absent-minded.
Liubao and Dabao sat obediently aside, eating in silence and occasionally exchanging glances.
Liubao and Dabao looked at each other and thought secretly: The story of grandpa and grandma may be more complicated than they imagined.
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