"Sure, please try it quickly; it won't taste good once it's cooled." Xiao Jinzi nodded eagerly.
Bird's nest soup is a tonic and naturally wouldn't be made in large quantities, so after just a couple of sips, the old Madam Mo finished it and smiled, "Your mother's cooking skills really aren't bad at all--give her my thanks when you go back."
"Granny, you're too polite; this is all my mother should do." Xiao Jinzi said with a smile, his eyes landing on the sweater on the sofa with a bit of curiosity, "Granny, what are you doing here?"
Old Madam Mo explained with a smile, "Autumn is approaching, and this is a sweater I'm knitting for Bao Bao and Bei Bei."
"Granny, you're amazing--you can even knit sweaters!" Xiao Jinzi's eyes shone with admiration, and he continued, "My grandma can't do anything! She has never knitted a sweater for me. It's nice to have a grandma... I wish I had one too..." As he spoke, Xiao Jinzi's gaze gradually dimmed, looking very pitiable.