Chapter 2266 - 657: One Year Later (34) President Mu Is Sekiro_5

Chapter 2266: Chapter 657: One Year Later (34) President Mu Is Sekiro_5

"Auntie!"

"Zifeng! You’ve grown taller again!"

Qin Mu gently raised her hand to pat Zifeng’s little head, surprised at how much he had grown in over a year.

"Auntie has become prettier too!"

Zifeng sweetly remarked.

Qin Mu chuckled lightly: "Your little mouth has become sweeter too, Auntie likes it."

"Anyone up for helping out, follow me to the kitchen to work!"

Feng Fanghua took a sip of tea, then stood up to head back to the kitchen, not forgetting to leave that remark.

Qin Mu instinctively raised her head, she could help but as for working...

Qin Mu suddenly felt a bit regretful, she should have practiced cooking better in her apartment, knowing she would come over for New Year.

"Let’s go, let’s go! Time to help!"

Mu Qingxin pulled Qin Mu along, and Qin Mu quickly nodded to Grandpa, who smiled and nodded back at her with encouragement.

Mu Yichen glanced over, frowning slightly in disapproval, took off his coat and intended to go, but the old man called out: "Yichen, sit down."

Mu Yichen then reluctantly went over to the sofa to sit down.

"You are something, needing to be invited for New Year, isn’t this your home?"

The old man chided him softly, mindful not to let Qin Mu hear.

"Precisely because it’s home, missing one New Year, so what?"

Mu Yichen asked softly.

Jiang Yan sat nearby, pouring tea for both of them, not interrupting, but he realized his brother-in-law’s temper truly was...

Childish.

"Hmph! See how capable you are, how many more New Years will you spend with me?"

The old man snorted, asking him seriously.

Mu Yichen was momentarily speechless, while Jiang Yan was nearly breaking into a sweat.

Qin Mu and Mu Qingxin entered the kitchen, where Mu Zihao was already preparing dinner.

Qin Mu and Mu Qingxin watched, feeling a bit ashamed.

"Dad, you’re personally taking charge this year! Your son and son-in-law are just idle!"

Mu Qingxin joked.

"Hmph! Who knows till what time you’ll play before coming back?"

Mu Zihao said with a smile, looking at Qin Mu with even more kindness.

Qin Mu was moved because Mu Zihao talked like they were a bunch of young people unwilling to come back early during the New Year, instead of their true situation.

Qin Mu kept her head down, not speaking because her cooking skills were not good.

"Have you learned to cook well this year?"

Feng Fanghua, already at the side rolling out dough, asked Qin Mu coldly.

Qin Mu awkwardly hung her head, shook it: "No! But I can make dumplings!"

"Hmph! Knew you hadn’t, go mix the filling evenly first!"

Feng Fanghua glanced at her coldly, full of disappointment.

"What about me? I’ll help dad with the vegetables!"

Mu Qingxin seeing everyone having a task, hurriedly looked for something to do.

Mu Zihao was stewing chicken soup, the kitchen filled with its pure aroma.

Qin Mu didn’t even dare take off her coat, quickly helped mix the filling.

Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but chuckle seeing her cautious look: "Now a big star, shouldn’t have much of a temper, right?"

Qin Mu couldn’t quite understand but felt it was a sarcastic remark.

"Mom, stop teasing my little sister-in-law, when does she dare show a temper in front of you? You are the boss in our family!"

Mu Qingxin playfully bantered with Feng Fanghua while helping Mu Zihao with the vegetables.

Qin Mu felt relieved having someone speaking up for her.

"Did I talk to you? Look at how long you’ve stayed home this time around? Still have the nerve?"

Feng Fanghua grumbled.

Mu Qingxin, feeling wronged, immediately winked at her dad for help.

"Your mom’s happy, it’s rare we’re all home, let her say what she wants."

Mu Zihao said softly to his daughter, naturally also meant for Qin Mu to hear.

"Do you think you know everything? Do I cherish them? Each is a handful."

Feng Fanghua turned back, playfully nudged Mu Zihao with a rolling pin: "Lightly," she told him.

Mu Zihao didn’t get angry, just jokingly tilted his head, smiling and coaxing her: "Yes, yes, indeed none are easy, keep educating them, I won’t say a word!"

Qin Mu almost laughed out but stifled it when Feng Fanghua looked over.

Qin Mu genuinely admired Feng Fanghua, amazed how such pure, faithful good men existed, and this man was her father-in-law.

Feng Fanghua was so vexed she couldn’t speak, her frustration out on the dough, rolling with more force than usual.

Of course, such tasks she rarely did either, only during New Year, with the help gone.

"Oh dear, my back, after just two dishes I can’t go on, call your brother in, the rest is his."

A few minutes later, Mu Zihao instructed his daughter.

"Alright! I’ll call then, mom, can I call him?"

"Get out!"

Mu Qingxin playfully asked Feng Fanghua, making Feng Fanghua shout for her to leave.

Mu Qingxin then joyfully "slipped" away, while Qin Mu was still working hard on dumplings, not the hardest part, the hardest part was being with Feng Fanghua, feeling like being pricked by needles.

"Brother! Dad wants you to cook!"

Mu Qingxin happily ran out, cheekily gesturing to Mu Yichen, whispering.

Mu Yichen, annoyed by the old man’s scolding, stood up, also curious to see his wife, wondering if she had been scolded into submission by Mrs. Feng.

"I’ll go too! Let Mom take a break, we four young ones can handle it inside."

Jiang Yan put down his teacup and stood up too.

Mu Qingxin...

"Good, during New Year, we should enjoy being attended to by the younger generation."

The old man nodded, highly appreciating Jiang Yan’s suggestion.

So, just as Miss Qingxin was about to relax on the sofa with snacks watching TV, she reluctantly returned to the kitchen.

"Dad and Mom, you both go drink tea, leave the kitchen to us younger ones!"

Jiang Yan said, rolling up his sleeves already.

"That sounds great, I’m really tired!"

Mu Zihao eagerly agreed, then turned to Feng Fanghua: "Shall we go, Mrs. Mu?"

"I’m here helping with dumplings!"

Feng Fanghua was a bit unwilling.

"Oh come on! Go out and enjoy, you must learn to relax!"

Mu Zihao directly hugged her shoulders, leading her out.

"Keep your hands off my clothes, they’re dirty!"

Feng Fanghua groused, though she still got led away.

Mu Qingxin couldn’t help but laugh once Feng Fanghua was out: "Dad really knows his way!"

"Indeed!"

Jiang Yan agreed.

"What do you know? Both you and brother should learn from dad, see how he’s both flexible and faithful, you both are... far off!"

Mu Qingxin clicked her tongue, shaking her head.

Mu Yichen didn’t even want to respond, he just reflexively looked at Qin Mu: "Why haven’t you taken off your coat?"

Qin Mu glanced at the heavy fabric on her shoulder, finally feeling uncomfortable.

"I’ll do it!"

Qin Mu, spotting her flour-covered hands, was about to wipe them somewhere and take off her coat, but Mu Qingxin volunteered to help. However, as soon as she stepped forward, a voice refused: "No need!"