Su Yicheng wasn't around, and father su and Grandpa su had also stayed in the Army and hadn't returned, so only Anran, Qin Yun, and su yijiao were at the lunch table.
&Quot; an ran, come. You're too skinny. Eat more. &Quot; Qin Yun picked up a large piece of meat and placed it in an ran's bowl. Then, she hurriedly took a bowl of soup for her to drink.
"Mom, I, I'll do it myself." Anran was a little embarrassed. By right, she should be the one getting food and soup for her. She was her elder, but now, she was the one who had to serve her. No matter how she thought about it, she felt ashamed and embarrassed.
"I'm fine." Qin Yun smiled as she passed the big bowl of fish soup to her. As if she could read her mind, she said, " &Quot; Anran, don't be so formal. Don't be embarrassed. Just treat this like your own home. &Quot;