Shen Qingju looked at her and said, "I heard from grandma that when you were two, you were diagnosed with a foolish illness. The doctor told your parents to abandon you because it couldn't be cured. After saying that, the doctor got a severe scolding from uncle.
Shen Qinglan was taken aback, suddenly feeling somewhat grateful. Fortunately, this little fool was born into the Shen Family. If it were another family, she might not have survived even before being struck by lightning.
"Alright, let's eat." Dong Yao said with a laugh, "If we don't, Qingping and Qing'an will finish the food."
The two eating silently, Ping and An, did not even lift their heads.
Dong Yao chuckled, "It seems that the food made by Fu Dong suits their taste."
Shen Qinglan nodded, "Yes, indeed. The stewed chicken soup is delicious too."
Fu Dong, at the other table, smiled slightly upon hearing these words.
