So after sliding down, he just sat there and forgot to get up, feeling full of grievances, especially unwilling to listen to mom, but it seed like there was no other choice.
"Whoever goes in first can have a cold glass of juice."
Qin Mu stood there and said to them very seriously.
This ti, the siblings both understood, and Huanhuan imdiately got up.
"But madam, is it really okay to drink sothing cold?"
The aunt watched as the siblings ran into the house and approached Qin Mu to ask.
"A little bit is fine!"
Qin Mu said softly and walked in with the aunt.
Qin Mu thought about how in her childhood in Paris, no one was around to stop her from having cold food, and she turned out fine. Huanhuan even more so; she had given Huanhuan ice cream when she was very young. Only Feng Fanghua would worry if Huanhuan and Chengcheng had more than two ice creams or sodas in a week. Qin Mu and Mu Yichen weren’t too concerned since the kids were pretty healthy, saving them a lot of worry.
Before Qin Mu and the aunt went inside, Qin Mu grabbed the aunt’s juice; she happened to be thirsty.
So she was carrying her juice to the sofa where those two little ones had already gone to the bathroom to wash their hands and then ran to the kitchen to wait for ice cream.
"What’s with these siblings? Suddenly, they’re so eager to wash their hands."
Feng Fanghua hadn’t seen them go to the kitchen for ice cream, she only saw them go to wash their hands and felt a bit pleased, thinking Qin Mu must have pressured them.
"Oh! Maybe their hands were too dirty, didn’t you all go out today?"
Qin Mu quickly changed the subject, fearing Feng Fanghua would nag about the kids eating ice cream.
"I went to the pharmacy with your dad with Chengcheng, and your grandpa stayed in all day."
Feng Fanghua said while glancing at the old man reading the newspaper.
Qin Mu looked at grandpa, put down her juice and quietly walked over to him, going behind him to look at the page of the newspaper he was reading. She didn’t see anything on the page worth such serious attention, but upon approaching, she sensed grandpa’s foul mood.
It’s like this: when their family elder is unhappy and everyone is around, he uses the newspaper to cover his face and sulks.
"Which oblivious kid has co to annoy our beloved grandpa again?"
Qin Mu gently removed the newspaper from his face and softly teased him.
"Humph! Who else but that old thing from the Jing Family ca here to pick a fight."
"Oh? Grandpa Jing, you two have been arguing for years, why let it get to you now!"
Qin Mu sat on the armrest of the sofa next to grandpa, put the newspaper behind the sofa, and asked curiously with her hands on grandpa’s shoulders.
Feng Fanghua sat aside watching the scene, puzzled, amazed that what she couldn’t get out of him in half an hour, Qin Mu managed with a couple of sentences.
"Humph! I wondered what he suddenly ca here for, turns out nothing good, barely stayed two minutes, stamring, and the mont he opened his mouth, he brought up the matter of his granddaughter, still thinking about Jing Qing getting married, leaving from their family. What’s the point of coming to us with this? Their own family should just do as they like!"
Grandpa had a cold expression, feeling flustered, and his fingers were still pinching on his leg.
Qin Mu suddenly fell silent, so it was because of Jing Qing.
But thinking carefully, what else would Grandpa Jing co over for? If not simply visiting an old friend for tea, it’s naturally about his granddaughter. Besides, when he does want to invite soone for tea, he habitually calls people to his ho or directly arranges to et at a teahouse, so...
Feng Fanghua also glanced at Qin Mu after listening, and grandpa looked up at her: "Mumu, does this have anything to do with our family?"
Qin Mu hesitated, then smiled lightly, seeing the anticipation in grandpa’s eyes, said nonchalantly: "Of course, it has nothing to do with us!"
Feng Fanghua felt a knot in her heart before realizing that grandpa’s afternoon displeasure might not only be from the argunt with Grandpa Jing but also from worrying about Qin Mu’s feelings.
"Why ask Huanhuan’s mom about this, you should be asking your grandson."
Feng Fanghua reminded him.
Grandpa then looked at his daughter-in-law and said: "Really? My granddaughter-in-law can’t handle it?"
Grandpa’s big eyes glared, clearly resisting the idea.
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