Grace Ye heard the knock on the door before it rang in the morning. She rolled over and dragged the quilt weakly. She only got up when she heard the door closing.
“Mom, who is here?” Grace Ye asked, seeing her mother carrying two bags.
“Takeaway, I don’t know who sent it.”
Mother Ye opened the lunch box and Grace Ye stepped forward two steps. This is not a takeaway. It is obviously a home cooking, but she knows who it is for a few dishes.
“Who sent it?” the mother asked her.
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