Jiang Weiming placed the bowl firmly on the table, a small bowl, half filled with tofu pudding and half with water.
"There's more in the kitchen; I'll bring them out for you," Jiang Weiming said with a smile.
"Granduncle Weiming, let us help you carry them," Jiang Feng offered.
"No need, it's just a few steps away. There are food containers in the kitchen; I'll just pack the bowls in the containers and bring them over in one go," Jiang Weiming said as he turned back into the kitchen.
After Jiang Weiming left, everyone's gaze inevitably fell on the bowl on the table.
"Why did third uncle decide to make tofu pudding for us today?" Jiang Jiankang, unable to contain his curiosity, spoke first, "I'll get some sugar; tofu pudding must be mixed with sugar to taste good."
Jiang Jiankang was a firm believer in sweet treats.
"Dad, this doesn't seem like tofu pudding," Jiang Feng stopped Jiang Jiankang from searching for sugar, "this should be chicken broth tofu pudding."