Chapter 410: Chapter 410

Who knew, Shuangshuang directly stood up and offered her chair to Mr. Mu.

"Sis, sit here!" Mu Xiaohan stood up right after her.

Then Lu Yuanfeng, Yuanbao, and everyone else kept saying they wouldn’t let Mu Shuangshuang stand.

"Alright, you all sit; I’ll sit by the stove door." Mu Shuangshuang picked up her bowl of rice, grabbed some vegetables, and moved over to the stove.

The meal hadn’t been cooking for long, and sitting by the stove, a wave of heat rushed over her, sweat pouring down like rain.

Lu Yuanfeng walked over.

"Shuangshuang, go grab some food; I’ll stay here for a while."

"Fengzi, I’m fine, you go sit down!" Mu Shuangshuang had enough understanding with Lu Yuanfeng to know what he meant.

Mr. Mu watched this scene from the side, and for some reason, felt a bit uncomfortable.

The third branch and the Old Mu Family were completely different.

If there was only one stool at the Old Mu Family’s place, everyone would scramble for it. Unlike the third branch, where they kept offering seats to each other!

Mr. Mu sighed in his heart, and suddenly felt warmth inside.

A smile appeared on his face, rarely seen.

"Dad, this is your meal. If it’s not enough, ask the wife to add more." Yu Si Niang picked up a large bowl and served Mr. Mu a big bowl of white rice.

There wasn’t even a bit of sweet potato or wild vegetables.

Mr. Mu glanced at the bowls of the other people, noticing how little rice they had while wild vegetables were piled high. Even sweet potatoes seemed too scarce to eat.

Feeling moved, Mr. Mu softly spoke to Yu Si Niang.

"Third son’s wife, share the rice with the kids. I can eat some sweet potatoes."

"Dad, it’s fine. The kids are used to it. It’s rare for you to come by, don’t go hungry."

At the dining table, the quail emitted an enticing aroma, and everyone casually picked at the dishes before them without eyeing the quail hungrily, much less dividing the food.

Today, Mr. Mu felt the third branch completely overturned his understanding.

They ate well without fighting for food, entirely different from what he saw at the main residence.

At the main residence, if there was any dish, especially one with meat, it’d be snatched up until not even broth was left in a blink.

"Dad, why aren’t you eating?"

For some reason, perhaps because it was Mr. Mu’s first visit for a meal, Mu Dashan was grinning much more than usual.

His back was straight, occasionally engaging Mr. Mu in conversation.

Mr. Mu was out of sorts the whole time, only responding with a few nods here and there.

Yet even so, Mu Dashan couldn’t stop smiling.

After a few bites of food, Mu Dashan suddenly asked, "Dad, how about some wine? We brewed some last time. We’ve been asking Shuangshuang to use it for cooking; now’s the perfect time to enjoy it."

"I... I’ll pass on drinking!" Mr. Mu, preoccupied, didn’t even want to drink.

Mu Dashan thought Mr. Mu was just being modest, so he graciously said, "Dad, I haven’t had the chance to serve you alone. Consider this wine my filial respect. Don’t worry about it. Just tell me what you want; if I have it, it’s yours!"

Mr. Mu felt a wave of emotion and really started drinking.

A few drinks later, his face flushed and his heart raced.

The matters weighing on his mind were completely forgotten.

Upon leaving the third branch’s house, Mr. Mu was already a bit dazed, his walk somewhat unsteady.

Yu Liulang and Lu Yuanfeng escorted him home, inevitably encountering Old Mrs. Mu.

Old Mrs. Mu scowled and cursed at them.

"Worthless dogs, feeding you so much horse piss."

Lu Yuanfeng and Yu Liulang exchanged a glance, deciding not to argue with Old Mrs. Mu. Follow current novels on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁

But Old Mrs. Mu persisted, loudly cursing.

She even said things like how they were harming her husband and that having sons without p-yan was brutal.

After Lu Yuanfeng left, Old Mrs. Mu climbed onto the bed and began probing Mr. Mu.

She pushed his body, lowered her voice, and asked.

"Old man, how did the talk go? Is the third son willing to give money?"

In Old Mrs. Mu’s eyes, the word ’borrow’ was absent; Mu the Third was her flesh and blood, and the money earned was hers.

The Old Mu Family needed money, and the third branch ought to provide it naturally.

Mr. Mu, drunk and muddled, upon hearing someone speaking nearby, thought it was still Mu Dashan urging him to drink, boldly replied.

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Mu was infuriated and fiercely pinched Mr. Mu’s arm, fearing he wouldn’t feel the pain, then gave a full 360-degree twist.