Mu Lianshen looked at Fu Shaoyu, "I'm back too, can't you see me?"

He rolled his eyes, "Why don't you continue practicing?"

"It's too cold to practice,"

Fu Shaoyu said in a rather unfriendly tone: "Oh, I thought Commander Mu was not afraid of the cold."

Watching the father and son bickering, Fu Jingshu stood up speechlessly, "Come and serve the food..."

Everyone who drank the mutton soup was sweating.

During the chat after dinner, Mr. Mu pulled Mu Lianshen aside and asked, "You didn't take your leave at the stipulated time. Is it because things are not going well over there?"

Mu Lianshen picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. "Dad, I just want to do my best."

"Well," Mr. Mu nodded, "but don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's just a small matter. How can a soldier not march in step?"

"Dad, it's not that simple,"

Not only does one person have to walk well, but everyone has to walk well and in unison.

This time the situation cannot be compared to the last time when the Northwest was under internal control. There cannot be any mistakes and it must be shocking.

Fu Xiao took out a medicine bag from the room and handed it to Mu Lianshen, "Dad, soak your feet with the medicine in it before going to bed...it will drive away the cold."

"Okay, got it..."

Fu Jingshu handed Chao Chao in her arms forward and said, "An An, don't worry about your dad. Carry Chao Chao back to the house and ask Xing Zhou to make some hot water for you to soak in. If you want to take a bath, turn on the air conditioner in advance."

"Got it, good night, Mom."

Back in the room, Shen Xingzhou had already prepared the water for washing feet. He squatted down and took off her shoes. Seeing the red on her toes, he frowned: "Frozen?"

Fu Xiao, who was teasing Chao Chao, looked down and smiled indifferently: "It's okay."

Shen Xingzhou held her feet and examined them carefully, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.