The next morning, all the younger generations got up early to celebrate Old Master Mu's birthday. Yang Shushu was naturally among them. However, when everyone took out their gifts, compared them with each other, and hoped to get praise from Old Master Mu, she had already run away.
Mu Qingyi, who had rushed back from a trip abroad, knew about the recent situation at home and, as usual, mocked her without restraint: "Is Yang Shushu afraid of seeing people and ran away? Is she so poor that she doesn't even have money to buy a gift for Grandpa?"
Her mother pulled her aside, but she curled her lips indifferently: "Why? She was just like that last year. She didn't even dare to show her face. When people asked me why my new sister-in-law didn't come out, I was too embarrassed to tell them. It was really embarrassing."
"Qingyi, do you have any opinions about your second sister-in-law?" A gentle voice suddenly came from behind.
Mu Qingyi saw her mother showing a look of worry and fear, and couldn't help but turn around. She saw Mu Shicang standing behind her and smiling. The smile was gentle, but inexplicably gloomy. She was also a little nervous, but when she thought of Mu Shicang's usual attitude towards Yang Shushu, she no longer cared.
"Not really. I just feel that in such an occasion, she hides away from everyone, which makes you look bad. I feel sorry for you, second brother. You picked so hard and finally picked this kind of girl."
She felt her mother pulling at her clothes from behind again, and she became annoyed. She turned around and complained, "Mom, why do you always pull at my clothes? They're all wrinkled."
Although the second wife of the Mu family is stingy and loves to take advantage of others, and she has criticized Yang Shushu in the past, she is also timid and very afraid of Mu Shicang. Recently, Yang Shushu's status in the Mu family has risen rapidly, and even Old Master Mu has favored her, not to mention Mu Shicang's recent favoritism. The current Yang Shushu is different from the one before she committed suicide.
She was afraid that her daughter would anger Mu Shicang, but her daughter was so blind that she couldn't even notice that her second brother had needles in his eyes, and she just stared at him.
"A Cang, don't bother with her. Let's go over there first." Without waiting for Mu Shicang to speak, the second grandmother pulled Mu Qingyi and ran away.
Mu Shicang looked at the backs of the mother and daughter for a long time, and finally slowly lowered his head. He was reflecting on whether he had neglected his wife too much in the past. When he was not at home, she lived like this? It was understandable that she wanted to escape, but the target was not the right one. If she ran away to play for two days by herself, he would definitely not mind at all.
As for suicide? Now he was more inclined to believe that her suicide might just be a fierce resistance, an accusation!
(Original Yang Shushu: Mr. Mu, you think too much.)
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Old Master Mu would never admit it. When Mu Shicang told him that Yang Shushu would personally cook a birthday banquet for him, he couldn't suppress his anticipation.
As the eldest son of the Mu family, his first birthday was always filled with guests and friends. In the following seventy years, except for that year when he was studying abroad, he was not at home on his birthday. It was a girl who made a bowl of longevity noodles for him after learning his birthday.
That was the first and only time in his life that he celebrated his birthday with just two people. Or rather, it was the first and only time in his life that his heart was moved.
A calm person can even use love as a measure. It is precisely because of this calmness that he loses the ability to love. The reason why he prefers his eldest son and grandson may be because they have the madness that he does not have.
The entire Mu family was arranged at two tables, and the positions were very delicate. The main family sat at one table, and the branch sat at another table. Mu Dingyuan and Mu Chunyu were almost mad with anger. This was obviously a warning to them not to dream of taking over the Mu family and to know their place.
But no matter how angry they were, they didn't dare to make a fuss today. If they really angered Old Master Mu, this was a fear that had been deeply ingrained in them since childhood, and it wouldn't be easy to change.
After everyone on both sides sat down, the Mu family's servants began to serve the dishes one after another. Yang Shushu also came into the restaurant with the servants. She was holding a blue and white bowl with steam rising from it. It looked a little hot. Mu Shicang stood up and walked directly towards her: "Why are you carrying it yourself? Isn't it hot?"
As he was about to extend his hand, his gentle and considerate look almost scared most of the Mu family members under the table. The calmest ones were Old Master Mu and Uncle Liang, as well as Yu Xinggui who remained silent.
But Yang Shushu refused: "No, go ahead and put some cushions on the table."
At this time, someone else's eyes widened, looking at Yang Shushu as if she were a psychopath. Did she know what she was doing? She actually ordered the prince of the Mu family to do something?
But soon, something even more astonishing happened. Prince Xiaomu actually retreated obediently and put a cushion in front of Old Master Mu.
"Grandpa, I wish you a happy birthday, and may you be blessed as vast as the East Sea and live as long as the Southern Mountains."
Yang Shushu placed the bowl in front of Old Master Mu. Everyone focused their attention on the contents of the bowl, wondering what it was. When everyone saw the white noodles with a few fresh green leaves floating on the bowl, two simple and shabby boiled eggs, and the noodles, everyone was stunned.
Then Mu Qingyi made an exaggerated expression. He stood up, pointed at the bowl of noodles, and laughed in disbelief, "Yang Shushu, it's grandpa's birthday, and you're giving him this? Do you have a brain?"
Today was a special day, so Yang Shushu didn't bother to argue with her. She just stood beside Old Master Mu and asked softly, "Grandpa, this is the longevity noodles I made. They may not taste great, but you can have a bite and consider it a good omen."
Old Master Mu stared at the bowl of noodles for a long time without moving or paying any attention to her.
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