Chapter 203: Seven-Colored Spiritual Aura

Seeing this, Jiang Youfu quietly approached the bedside. He looked at the frail old woman who had cared for him for over a decade. Gently taking her thin, weak hand, he softly said:

"Grandma, I'm back."

Hearing his voice, the barely open eyes of Grandma Jiang struggled to widen a sliver. Though her blurred vision could no longer clearly see the person in front of her, she recognized the familiar outline. With great effort, she smiled at him, her mouth, now missing most of its teeth, forming a small curve.

But she had no strength left to speak.

Seeing this, Jiang Youfu's eyes reddened, and he choked back tears as he said:

"Didn't you tell me just yesterday that you were fine and in good health? How did things change so quickly…"

His mother entered the room and sighed when she heard his words:

"Your grandma didn't want you to worry. Every morning, when you went out, she forced herself to muster the strength to talk to you. Ah, Fuzi, since the day you were born, your grandma has loved you the most…"

Although Jiang Youfu was plump, his eyes were not small, and they were filled with a pure gaze. Now, those pure eyes brimmed with tears.

Holding his grandmother's hand tightly, he sniffed and said:

"Grandma, I can cook now. You've never tasted my cooking. Please wait for a bit; I'll make you something right now. Brother Xiao brought back some fish, and it's really delicious. Please wait for me."

Reluctantly, he released her hand, then quickly ran out of the room and into the kitchen.

Standing in front of the stove, Jiang Youfu felt his heart ache in a way it never had in his entire life.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

He was going to use all his strength to cook the best meal he had ever made for his grandmother!

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the kitchen knife and began to focus on preparing the ingredients.

The tender silver-tailed fish was sliced into thin, translucent pieces under his knife.

His use of the seasonings was precise and meticulous.

As he finished preparing the ingredients and picked up the ladle, he suddenly felt a strange sensation swelling in his chest, as if something was about to burst forth.

But Jiang Youfu, eager to make the dish for his grandmother, ignored the feeling and suppressed it.

His only desire was for his grandmother to taste his cooking.

His movements were swift yet precise.

Every step was executed perfectly.

In just a short time, the meticulously prepared silver-tailed fish stew was ready.

The translucent fish slices were tender and soaked in the rich broth, making it an irresistible dish.

Not only that, but a layer of seven-colored spiritual aura shimmered above it—something that had never appeared in Jiang Youfu's cooking before. However, he was too focused to notice.

All he wanted was to bring the dish to his grandmother as quickly as possible.

Jiang Youfu carefully carried the dish out of the kitchen and into his grandmother's room.

His mother and elder brother had already noticed the fragrant aroma wafting from the kitchen. When they saw Jiang Youfu enter with such a delicious-looking dish, they could hardly believe it.

Was this really made by their Fuzi?

In their minds, Fuzi was still the boy who used to wait for his grandmother to pack him a small bag of snacks before running off to follow Brother Xiao.

Jiang Youfu returned to the bedside, and his elder brother gave him the chair.

Sitting down, he picked up some fish with his chopsticks, gently blowing on it to cool it down. After ensuring the broth had drained from the fish, he brought it to his grandmother's mouth.

"Grandma, try the food I made for you, okay?"

Grandma Jiang struggled to open her mouth as wide as she could, which was only a small gap.

Using his spiritual energy, Jiang Youfu carefully supported her mouth and gently fed her the fish.

The tender fish melted in her mouth, allowing her to swallow it without much effort. Afterward, she smiled at Jiang Youfu, her eyes narrowing with joy.

Her mouth moved ever so slightly, though no sound came out. Yet, everyone in the room could almost hear her say, "Delicious, delicious."

In the next moment, the three of them saw her take a long breath before peacefully closing her eyes.

At that sight, all three of them felt a jolt in their hearts. Jiang's mother was the first to react, rushing to the bedside, her hands trembling as she reached out to check her mother's breathing.

Her eyes immediately reddened.

A large tear rolled down her cheek.

Seeing this, Jiang's elder brother covered his face and crouched in the corner, silently sobbing.

Jiang Youfu panicked, and his eyes, like faucets, overflowed with tears.

But he refused to believe it. He quickly grabbed his grandmother's hand and channeled his spiritual energy into her body, hoping to revive her as he had done many times before, praying she would once again open her eyes and smile at him.

His spiritual energy flowed through her body repeatedly.

But Grandma Jiang did not awaken as he had hoped.

Her heart had stopped beating.

Her eyes remained closed, motionless.

Seeing this, Jiang Youfu was overwhelmed with a profound sense of despair.

Just as he was about to withdraw his spiritual energy from her body in defeat, he suddenly noticed a faint trace of vitality within her heart, which had previously been silent.

He held his breath.

Afraid to disturb the delicate thread of life, he carefully enveloped her heart with his spiritual energy, patiently waiting for what would happen next.

For some reason, this trace of vitality felt strangely familiar.

This inexplicable familiarity filled him with a hopeful anticipation he could not fully understand.

His mother, noticing his tense expression as he stared intently at his grandmother, feared he might be losing himself to despair. She reached out to shake him back to reality.

But before her hand could touch him, she saw her son place a finger to his lips.

His mother hesitated but eventually refrained from shaking him.

At least he seemed to be in control.

As long as he wasn't losing his mind, that was enough.

She softly said to Jiang Youfu:

"Fuzi, don't overthink it. I'll go see why your father isn't back yet…"

With that, she turned to leave the room.

But as she reached the door, she suddenly heard Jiang Youfu say:

"It's moving."

Not understanding, she turned to ask what he meant, but before she could speak, she saw his face light up with joy as he turned to her and said:

"Mother, Grandma's heart is beating again!"

"What?" Jiang's mother was stunned. She rushed back to the bedside and checked her mother's breathing once more.

When she felt the faint breath on her fingertips, she was just as overjoyed.

"She's breathing!"

"She's really breathing again!"