While they were arguing, Old Master Mu seemed to be in a trance, or in another world. Mu Shilian thought his father was also dissatisfied, but he didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, so he whispered, "Dad, if you don't like it, just take a small bite."
Old Master Mu finally moved. He slowly picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles, slowly put them into his mouth, sucked hard, and a big mouthful of noodles went into his mouth. Then he chewed slowly, as if he was savoring something.
Then with the second bite, the third bite, the eggs and vegetables disappeared from the bowl little by little, and in the end only a little soup was left at the bottom of the bowl.
Everyone was stunned on the spot, not knowing how to react, especially Mu Chunyu, Mu Qingyi and Mu Shilian, whose faces were hurting from being hit.
Old Master Mu wiped his mouth with a tissue, then looked up at Yang Shushu. A smile of joy and kindness appeared on his face, which had always been serious and without a trace of smile. "Thank you, Shushu."
Yang Shushu also laughed: "It should be."
She also smiled happily. There is nothing more joyful than having your cooking appreciated and eaten up by others.
Mu Shicang looked at the empty bowl from the side and suddenly felt jealous: "Grandpa, Shushu has never made noodles for me personally."
Old Master Mu's smile widened: "I heard that today's dishes were all made by Shushu himself, so you should just settle for the next best thing."
At this time, everyone's expressions became strange again, Mu Qingyi's was the most obvious, as if the whole table was full of poison, with a look of disgust on her face, but this time she didn't dare to say it out loud.
Chi Ling was closest to her. She just lowered her head, put her hands under the table, and moved her arms slightly. She looked quite nervous.
Mu Qingyi thought Chi Ling disliked it as much as she did, so she said softly, "Sister-in-law, let's not eat it. What if we get poisoned to death?"
"Please sit down and have your meal." Old Master Mu pointed to the seat next to Mu Shicang with his chin. Yang Shushu nodded and sat down.
Mu Shicang whispered in her ear: "Make me a bowl when you get home."
"There's a box of pickled cabbage noodles in the kitchen. Go home and make three packets yourself." Yang Shushu grinned and said maliciously.
Despite being ruthlessly rejected, Mu Shicang was still in a good mood. He picked up a piece of the dish closest to him, took a bite, and widened his eyes in surprise. Then he looked at Old Master Mu and said, "Grandpa, you really shouldn't have eaten so much longevity food just now. Now you can't taste Shushu's other cooking skills."
Mu Shicang was a picky eater, and everyone in the Mu family knew it. After he praised him, everyone became curious about how many delicious home-cooked dishes on this table that looked so ordinary and would never appear on the Mu family's table could be.
Mu Shifeng was the first to pick up his chopsticks. He picked up the dish of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots in front of him, took a bite, and nodded. "Not bad, not bad. The bamboo shoots are crispy and the pork is tender. Very delicious. Shushu is really a master in both housework and cooking."
Mu Shifeng has always been a good guy, so of course what he said was not convincing. Then Mu Jiangfeng took another chopstick. He was not a talkative person, but he proved it with his actions and started eating one chopstick after another.
Yu Xinggui had long wanted to eat the fish in front of him. Yang Shushu was supposed to cook for him that day, but he lost the chance. Although it was not his exclusive right this time, he was still looking forward to it.
But every time he picked up his chopsticks, Mu Shuya stopped him, as if she was afraid that the food was poisonous.
He hadn't said anything to Mu Shuya these past few days, but he didn't want to argue with her in such an occasion. But everyone had picked up their chopsticks at this time, so they couldn't stop him from eating.
So, regardless of Mu Shuya's attempt to stop him, he picked up a piece of fish, put it in his mouth, and whispered, "It's delicious."
This surprised the others again. You know, Yu Xinggui either didn't come to the Mu family's gatherings or hid in the corner like air. It was difficult to get him to speak, let alone make a sound. But today he actually took the initiative to speak.
At this moment, everyone who disliked Yang Shushu and those unfamiliar with her shared the same thought: Could this be the reincarnation of some demon? It made the usually dignified and imposing Old Master Mu laugh, and even the moody Young Master Mu of the Mu family joined in. Even the usually autistic and suicidal cousin of the Mu family spoke up. What else could this be but a demon?
Looking for trouble, Mu Chunyu also picked up her chopsticks at another table. She was stunned. The food was actually quite good, and the presentation of their table was clearly better than the host's. Was that girl deliberately trying to curry favor with the side branch? What was her motive?
"Stop watching and eat." Old Master Mu seemed to be in a particularly good mood at the moment. After eating a bowl of noodles, he actually picked up his chopsticks again.
At this time, no one dared to cause trouble and ruin Old Master Mu's rare good mood. They all started to eat. Even Mu Chunyu and Mu Shuya, who loved to cause trouble the most, did not dare to speak again.
The atmosphere of the birthday party gradually became harmonious. Mu Shixiao even performed a freestyle to wish the old man a happy birthday. Although Yang Shushu liked Zuo Jinheng very much and was half a fan, she was not very familiar with Mu Shixiao. She only knew that he was a rare musical talent in the entertainment industry. Her original body had no intersection with this great talent. Today was her first time meeting this person. She felt pretty good. He seemed to be different from other members of the Mu family. He had the calmness of his father, but the calmness and shrewdness of his mother.
The peaceful atmosphere of the birthday party gradually dissipated some of the fierceness in some people, and everyone slowly started chatting. Mu Qingyi noticed that Chi Ling beside him had not eaten much and looked absent-minded. He thought she was afraid of being outdone by Yang Shushu. After all, there is always a sense of comparison between sisters-in-law.
"Sister-in-law, don't worry about it. We are just giving Grandpa face. Otherwise, who would eat this kind of thing?"
Chi Ling glanced at her and gave a dry smile. Mu Shiyun, who was beside her, glanced at her and couldn't help but whispered harshly, "It's Grandpa's birthday today. Don't make him unhappy with that face. It's like someone owes you something."
Hearing his words, Chi Ling's body trembled, and her hands, which had been placed under the table, suddenly tightened. Chi Ling felt a little annoyed with his brother, so he said, "Brother, why do you talk to my sister-in-law like that? It's normal that my sister-in-law can't eat this."
"What do you know..."
"Okay, stop arguing, I'm eating." Chi Ling suddenly picked up the chopsticks, picked up the dish in front of her and stuffed it into her mouth, followed by another one, as if trying hard to prove how delicious this dish was.
Everyone at the table was chatting quietly, and no one noticed them. Only Mu Shicang glanced at them casually, then continued chatting with Old Master Mu, occasionally teasing Yang Shushu on the other side with words, but the latter usually just ignored him.
Just when everyone thought that today's birthday party, which was considered shabby for the Mu family, would end successfully, Chi Ling, who was talking to Mu Qingyi just now, suddenly fell to the ground with foam at the mouth. Everything happened too suddenly and everyone was stunned on the spot. Only Mu Shicang had a calm face and slowly took out his phone.
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