If Xu Moyi and Shen Zhimei were here, compared to Nan Wan, he would probably prefer to be close to them.
Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu were having breakfast in the dining room. The latter was holding her cheek with one hand and clenching the handle of a porcelain spoon with the other, exchanging curious glances with her son from a distance.
Her delicate eyebrows furrowed as she seriously asked, "Aunt Zhou, are you not feeling well today?"
Aunt Zhou, who was brewing tea in the kitchen, paused and replied cluelessly, "No."
Nan Wan gave up on the wonton in front of her and took a sip of clear water, "Why... the wonton soup is a bit salty."
Upon hearing her words, Mu Jin Huan, who was sitting opposite her, lifted his gaze, his expression somewhat complex.
"Um..." Aunt Zhou was a bit embarrassed and quietly glanced towards the unperturbed Mu Jin Huan, "The wontons today were cooked by Mr. Mu, perhaps..."
A mistake, it must be a mistake.
