Mr. Mu's face alternated between blue and white; after all, speaking of sneaking others' leftovers was a disgrace.
Especially since Mu Zhenzhen even licked the bowl.
The atmosphere instantly became tense as Mr. Mu remained silent, contemplating how to resolve the situation.
Mu Zhenzhen whimpered, clutching her throat, looking as ugly as she felt.
Mr. Mu sighed and suddenly spoke. "Shuang, if you can cure your second aunt, we'll... we'll give you fifty pounds of grain."
Having dealt with Shuangshuang a few times, Mr. Mu knew that if Shuangshuang brought up the matter, she wouldn't be satisfied with just a fish or some braised pork, so he figured he'd make the offer himself.
To prevent Shuangshuang from demanding even more unreasonable things later on.
Mr. Mu's words left everyone stunned.
Was he out of his mind, offering fifty pounds of grain? To the third branch?
