I’m At Your Doorstep

The elderly man didn't have many of his teeth left, so whatever he ate couldn't be too firm. Ye Zhenhua prepared a savory bowl of porridge. After getting Ye Youyou to feed him, he left the house to run some errands.

Ye Youyou sat on a stool as she fed Gramps his meal. He ate obediently. As he opened and closed his toothless mouth, he smiled at Ye Youyou so widely that his eyes became two narrow crescents.

Ye Youyou's heart ached and warmed up at the same time. When she was young, this old man had held her hand everywhere. He had held her bowl in his hands as he fed her. The love for her had been evident in his eyes.

She picked up the spoon and waited for her grandfather to finish his mouthful, but he stopped moving. He looked at Ye Youyou. His cloudy eyes suddenly because indescribably bright.

Ye Youyou didn't move. She looked at him and said, "Gramps, eat more."