C2 Grandpa Feeds the Brown Sugar White Rice Porridge

After regaining her composure, Sung Zhu began to take in her new surroundings. She found herself in a modestly sized room that was sparsely furnished but spotless and orderly, not a hint of disarray in sight. The sunlight streaming through the window cast a serene glow, and the delicate dust particles dancing in the beam created a sense of tranquility.

A smile crept onto Sung Zhu's lips. She was aware of the challenges that lay ahead in the 22nd century, but with family by her side, she was confident she could make the best of it.

Gradually, she pushed herself up and started to explore the room. Sung Zhu had no intention of staying in bed all day—after all, life is about movement!

"That smells delicious."

Approaching the door, the aroma of food caught her attention, and she couldn't help but swallow in anticipation. She was truly hungry.

"Oh, Zhu, why are you out of bed? You're not well yet—go back and rest!" To her surprise, her grandpa rushed over and gently guided her back to bed.

"Grandpa, I feel much better. I can't spend all day lying down; I need to move around," Sung Zhu protested, touched by his concern.

"No, you need to rest now. Stay put, and soon you'll have some porridge," he insisted, not heeding her protests.

Reluctantly, Sung Zhu settled back into bed. She had to admit, it was rather comfortable.

Before long, her grandpa returned with a bowl of porridge, its aroma even more enticing than before, prompting her stomach to grumble with hunger.

"It's still hot. Let grandpa feed you," he said, sitting beside her and carefully blowing on a spoonful before offering it to her.

Sung Zhu's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She wasn't accustomed to being fed—she was grown up, after all! But she momentarily forgot that, at this moment, she was just an eight-year-old child, and to her grandpa, there was no such thing as too much affection.

"Grandpa, I can eat by myself. What about you, Grandpa?"

Sung Zhu reached out to take the bowl and asked the old man about his own portion of porridge.

"There's still some left. Let's make sure our little Zhu is full first," the old man insisted, refusing to hand over the bowl to Sung Zhu for fear of scalding her.

"If Grandpa isn't eating, then I won't either." Sung Zhu understood that her grandpa was sparing her out of love, wanting her to eat before him.

Maybe there wasn't much porridge to begin with, and he was saving it for her!

Oh, how could she eat all by herself? Even if there was more porridge, they should eat together!

"Good girl, Zhu. Grandpa will eat in a bit. Now, open up," the old man coaxed, knowing full well that Sung Zhu cared for him deeply, which filled his heart with joy.

His granddaughter knew how to show her affection!

"No, if Grandpa isn't eating, neither will I. I don't need Grandpa to feed me; I'm big enough to eat on my own!"

Sung Zhu turned her head away stubbornly, clamping her mouth shut after speaking.

"Oh, you child."

"Grandpa, it tastes better when we eat together. It's flavorless when I eat alone! Grandpa, let's eat together!"

Sung Zhu remained steadfast. The old man was torn between concern and pride, but ultimately he couldn't resist her and went to get another bowl.

"Grandpa, feed her." Yet, the old man still felt a pang of concern for Sung Zhu.

But Sung Zhu took the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently, and offered it to her grandpa.

The old man didn't want to be fed by her, so he had no choice but to eat on his own.

Seeing him eat, Sung Zhu finally brought the spoon to her mouth.

It was delicious! So sweet! The rice porridge Grandpa had made was white rice porridge sweetened with brown sugar!

Tears welled up in the corners of Sung Zhu's eyes. In these times, very few families could afford white rice and brown sugar, let alone add brown sugar to a child's porridge!

But the porridge this old man made was thick with a generous amount of brown sugar. His love for her was truly heartfelt!