Mu Wanxin calmly bit into the apple, chewed twice and swallowed, then turned around, "Ran is here, Grandpa was just talking about you."
"Really? Is Grandpa hungry?"
An Ran said while placing the insulated food container on the dining table, pushing it to the side of Old Mr. Mu’s hospital bed.
"Grandpa is happy to see your wedding certificate."
Old Mr. Mu said, glancing at his grandson.
Mu Xingfeng resignedly helped Old Mr. Mu sit up gently and adjusted the table to the right position.
An Ran served the porridge, Mu Wanxin took over, "You rest for a bit, I’ll do it," then she fed Old Mr. Mu spoonful by spoonful.
An Ran’s cooking was truly remarkable, the seafood porridge was delicious and flavorful. For Old Mr. Mu, a true northerner who typically enjoyed plain rice porridge or corn porridge, this was the first ti he found a seafood porridge so appetizing, he finished two big bowls in one go.
Mu Wanxin kept giving Grandpa knowing looks; no weak patient could eat so much, his appetite was better than those of healthy people.
But Grandpa’s eyes were locked onto the porridge, he didn’t even glance at her.
"Grandpa’s appetite is good."
Finally, Mu Xingfeng spoke up from the side.
Old Mr. Mu realized he still had a mouthful of porridge.
"Ran’s cooking is really good, no wonder Grandma Mu praised it endlessly after just one al. Even as a patient, this seafood porridge really opened up my appetite."
"Grandpa, if you like it, eat more. Eating more will help you get better faster."
An Ran didn’t sense anything unusual. Hearing Old Mr. Mu say he liked it made her happy, smiling she looked at Mu Xingfeng.
Mu Xingfeng couldn’t help but rub his forehead, my foolish girl.
"Grandpa, I’ll go ask the doctor when you can be discharged, considering your current condition."
Mu Xingfeng didn’t want to keep acting with Grandpa anymore; he couldn’t stand seeing the silly girl being played so thoroughly.
As expected, Old Mr. Mu was discharged in the afternoon. Mu Xingfeng drove the car, Mu Wanxin and Old Mr. Mu sat in the back seat, An Ran sat in the front passenger seat, and they headed towards the Mu family’s old house.
Listening to Old Mr. Mu and Mu Wanxin’s happy chatter from the back, An Ran thought Old Mr. Mu’s illness was strange, it ca quickly and went away just as fast.
As soon as they entered the old house’s gate, Grandma Mu ca out to greet them upon hearing the noise.
Surprisingly, Grandma Mu’s target wasn’t Old Mr. Mu, but An Ran.
Grandma Mu held An Ran’s small hand, smiling and asking, "Ran, where is your and Xingfeng’s wedding certificate?"
An Ran: "..."
Grandma Mu, is your focus a bit off?
Though feeling puzzled, An Ran still took the wedding certificate out of her bag and handed it to Grandma Mu.
Grandma Mu looked at the photo of the two on the certificate, smiling joyously, "Good, good, this way your Grandpa can rest easy."
"Mom, let see too," He Yushu also leaned over, looked at the wedding certificate, then passed it to Mu Zhenzong.
An Ran looked at one and then another, and then at Old Mr. Mu, who was already being helped inside by Mu Wanxin, feeling deeply powerless.
Shouldn’t Old Mr. Mu be the star today? Grandpa had just recovered from a sickness and was back from the hospital. Isn’t it a bit cold to neglect him like this?
To celebrate Old Mr. Mu’s discharge and Mu Xingfeng and An Ran getting their wedding certificate, the family had dinner at the old house.
He Yushu directed the servants to prepare a large table of dishes, even opened a bottle of red wine.
Since everyone had drunk alcohol, after dinner, Mu Xingfeng, An Ran, and Shen Wenxuan all stayed overnight.
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