The Old Mu Family also prepared quite a few dishes tonight. Mr. Mu was feeling upset over the matter at noon, so as soon as Mu Shuangshuang left, he instructed Old Mrs. Mu to go to Wang Erma's house and get half a pound of meat.
Of course, whether it's really half a pound, only Old Mrs. Mu knows.
Half a pound of meat, stir-fried with chili peppers, made the entire main room smell like meat.
The Old Mu Family members were drooling one by one.
Mu Dazhong's originally bloodless face, due to the afternoon incident, immediately regained its color, as if he'd been injected with chicken blood.
"Mom, you're so kind to your son. You know I lost a lot of blood this afternoon, and you bought meat to nourish me." Mu Dazhong smiled brightly, praising Old Mrs. Mu.
But Old Mrs. Mu's next words brought him back to reality.
