Feng Fanghua was analyzing and suggesting to her again.
Qin Mu listened to those words and nodded: "Mm!"
Even though she knew she couldn't appease him well, she still agreed with Feng Fanghua.
Mu Yichen took the kids and the old man to the cemetery, while the two of them stayed home to handle some trivial matters, and later prepared lunch.
However, Feng Fanghua always criticized Qin Mu's cooking, but this afternoon...
"Mom, let me do it!"
Qin Mu watched Feng Fanghua's chopping stance and said to her.
"Ah! These kitchen things, I've never been good at them!"
Feng Fanghua put down the knife, a bit angry, not knowing whether she was angry at herself or the knife.
"You shouldn't cook either, I can't eat what you make, later your father and the others will be back, let them cook!"
Feng Fanghua glanced at Qin Mu wanting to cook, instinctively refusing to eat Qin Mu's cooking.
Qin Mu...
