Seven-Colored Spiritual Radiance

Seeing this, Jiang Youfu gently walked to the bedside, looked at the thin, frail old man who had cared for him for over ten years, reached out and grasped the old man's withered, weak hand, and softly said:

"Grandma, I'm home."

Hearing his voice, Grandma Jiang was lying on the bed, struggled to open her half-closed eyelids a crack. Her old eyes were failing and she could no longer see the person in front of her clearly, but seeing the familiar outline, she still managed to force a smile at him with her few remaining teeth.

But he no longer had the strength to speak.

Seeing this, Jiang Youfu, his eyes red and choked with sobs, said:

"Didn't you tell me yesterday that you were fine and in good health? How could this happen all of a sudden...?"

His mother came in, and upon hearing his words, she sighed and said:

"Your grandma doesn't want you to worry. Lately, every morning before you leave home, she's the one who forces herself to talk to you. Sigh, Fuzi, your grandma has loved you the most since you were born..."

Although Jiang Youfu was fat, his eyes were quite large and had a very pure look. Now, those pure eyes were already filled with tears.

He gripped his grandmother's hand tightly, sniffed, and said:

"Grandma, I can cook now! You haven't tried my cooking yet. Wait for me a moment, I'll go cook for you right now. Brother Xiao brought back some kind of fish, it tastes amazing! Wait for me!"

After saying that, he reluctantly let go of his grandmother's hand, turned around and ran out of the house into his own kitchen.

Standing in front of the stove, Jiang Youfu felt his heart ache and throb for the first time in over a decade.

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

He wanted to do everything in his power to cook the best meal he could for his grandmother!

He took a deep breath, picked up the cleaver, and began to focus on preparing the ingredients.

The tender, white Silver-Tailed Fish was sliced into translucent pieces under his knife.

He measured the amount of each seasoning with absolute precision.

As he finished preparing the ingredients and picked up the spatula, he suddenly felt a fullness in his chest, as if something was about to burst out.

Jiang Youfu was in a hurry to cook this meal for his grandmother and didn't pay attention to anything else, trying hard to suppress this strange feeling.

All I wanted was for my grandmother to taste my cooking.

He was incredibly fast.

Yet it was incredibly fast and precise.

Every step was handled with great care.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, this meticulously prepared Silver-Tailed Fish stew was ready.

The translucent fish meat is incredibly tender, soaking in a rich and fragrant broth, making it look absolutely mouthwatering.

Moreover, it was also covered with a layer of Seven-Colored Spiritual Rhyme that Jiang Youfu had never seen before when cooking, but Jiang Youfu had no mind to pay attention to these things at the moment.

He just wanted to get this dish over to his grandmother as soon as possible so she could try it.

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

Mother Jiang and Elder Brother Jiang had already smelled the wonderful aroma wafting from the kitchen. When they saw Jiang Youfu carrying a plate of dishes that looked incredibly delicious, they could hardly believe it.

This was actually made by their family's Fuzi!

In their memory, Fuzi was still the same Fu Zi who would wait for his grandmother to fill a small bag with snacks before running off to follow Brother Xiao.

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

He sat down with the dishes in his bowl, picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, gently blew on it to cool it down, and after draining the dripping broth, he held the fish to Grandma Jiang's lips.

"Grandma, come on, how about trying the dishes I made for you?"

Grandma Jiang struggled to open her mouth as wide as she could, but it was actually just a thin slit.

Jiang Youfu gently supported his grandmother's mouth with his Spiritual Power, and then carefully fed her the fish.

The tender fish melted in her mouth, and Grandma Jiang could swallow it without much chewing.

Then, she smiled at Jiang Youfu, who was sitting by the bed.

The mouth opened and closed with very slight movements.

Although she didn't make a sound, the people in the room seemed to hear her saying "Delicious, delicious."

The next moment, the three of them saw her let out a long breath and then calmly close her eyes.

Upon seeing this, all three felt a pang of anxiety. Mother Jiang was the first to react, rushing to the bedside and reaching out with trembling hands to touch below her nose.

Her eyes immediately turned red.

A single tear, the size of a bean, slid down her cheek.

Upon seeing this, Elder Brother Jiang covered his face and squatted in the corner, silently sobbing.

Jiang Youfu panicked, and then his eyes started gushing tears like a faucet.

But he didn't believe it. He immediately took Grandma Jiang's hand and channeled his Spiritual Power into her body, intending to cleanse her body as usual, hoping that she could open her eyes again each time, looking at him with a smile, just like before.

His Spiritual Power flowed through Grandma Jiang's body, again and again.

But Grandma Jiang did not wake up as he had hoped.

Her heart had stopped beating.

Her eyes remained closed, and she did not move at all.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Youfu felt a surge of immense despair.

Just as he was about to withdraw his Spiritual Power from his grandmother's body in disappointment, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a trace of life in her heart, which had been dormant.

He involuntarily held his breath.

I was afraid of disturbing this wisp of energy.

He simply used his Spiritual Power to carefully protect his grandmother's heart, patiently waiting for the next development of this fresh breath.

For some reason, he felt that this vibrant energy seemed somewhat familiar.

This inexplicably stirred within him a sense of anticipation for that wisp of energy that he himself could hardly comprehend.

Seeing that he was staring at his mother-in-law with a tense expression, Mother Jiang was afraid that he was getting stuck on his thoughts, so she reached out and shook him to wake him up.

Before she could even touch him, her son put his index finger to his lips.

Mother Jiang hesitated slightly, but ultimately did not try to persuade him.

It seems he is still lucid.

As long as it's not obsession, it's fine.

So she whispered to Jiang Youfu:

"Fuzi, don't think too much. I'll go see why your father hasn't come back yet..."

As she spoke, she turned to leave the room.

But just as she was about to step out the door, she suddenly heard Jiang Youfu speak from inside the house:

It moved.

Mother Jiang was puzzled and was about to ask him what he meant when she heard him turn to her with a look of surprise and say:

"Mom, Grandma's heart is pounding again!"

"What?" Mother Jiang was shocked. She immediately turned back to the bedside and reached out to check Grandma Jiang's breathing.

She was equally delighted when she felt a gentle breath on her fingers.

"It's angry!"

I'm really angry again!