It seems that after sumr arrives, I don’t really like eating hot things, so I haven’t bought roasted sweet potatoes for a while.
But there seems to be a certain sentint towards roasted sweet potatoes.
Mu Yichen pulled over and parked the car. Without an umbrella, the two of them got out and went to buy so roasted sweet potatoes from an old man, who thought he wouldn’t make any sales today. He was very happy to see them, gave them a discount, didn’t take their small change, and cheerfully looked at Qin Mu: "So you’re this boss’s little wife, you’re really pretty!"
"Thank you! Your roasted sweet potatoes are very delicious!"
Qin Mu, feeling a bit shy, responded to the old man like a little girl while holding a bag of roasted sweet potatoes.
"Glad you like them! Co again next ti, I’ll give you a discount."
"Okay! But please don’t call him boss next ti, just call him that boy."
"Uh!"
The old man was startled by Qin Mu’s words but still very happy, as they didn’t mind him being an old man.
"My surna is Mu!"
Mu Yichen introduced himself to the old man again, even though he had introduced himself before, but the old man had forgotten.
"Then I’ll just call you Mr. Mu, calling him that boy is too disrespectful!"
The old man said cheerfully, feeling a bit shy.
"Mm! My na is Qin Mu, you can just call Qin Mu or Xiaomu!"
"Qin Mu? Mr. Mu..."
The old man subconsciously murmured their nas and surnas, then looked at them with a very blessed gaze.
After Qin Mu and Mu Yichen left with the roasted sweet potatoes, the old man sighed: "Even their nas carry affection, Qin Mu, Mr. Mu..."
After the two of them returned with the roasted sweet potatoes, the rain had completely stopped. The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes quickly wafted into the living room. Feng Fanghua was at ho with the children. When she slled the aroma, she craned her neck to look outside.
"We’re back!"
Qin Mu tilted her head to look towards the living room, where only Feng Fanghua was: "Mom, are you ho alone?"
"Chengcheng and Huanshuan are playing in the playroom, did you buy roasted sweet potatoes?"
"Mm!"
Qin Mu walked over while holding them, as she couldn’t resist eating one in the car.
"Oh! It’s been so long since I’ve had these delicious things! Why did you buy so many?"
Feng Fanghua was really excited, but seeing both of them holding so many, she thought it was a bit exaggerated.
"Mu bought them!"
Qin Mu responded, sitting there and taking out one that wasn’t very large but was quite soft for Feng Fanghua. Feng Fanghua took a tissue to wrap the roasted sweet potato, and then looked at Mu Yichen but didn’t ask further, thinking in her heart that her son must have noticed the old man having a hard ti outside in this weather.
Mu Yichen wouldn’t say sothing sentintal like feeling sorry for the old man for selling things in the rain, he just sat beside them watching them eat.
The little one seed to sll the aroma and soon ran out, but Huanhuan didn’t seem to like roasted sweet potatoes much, while Chengcheng had a bit, found it quite sweet, and took a few more bites.
Huanhuan watched everyone eating so deliciously and couldn’t help moving her mouth slowly, disdainfully: "Eww, it looks like shit!"
Chengcheng didn’t understand at all, and continued eating with his little spoon, but Qin Mu and Feng Fanghua...
Could no longer eat.
Huanhuan saw the expressions of her grandma and mom and suddenly laughed mischievously. When she noticed her mom and grandma both looking at her, she was afraid she was laughing too smugly and quickly raised her hand to cover most of her face.
"This girl is really—"
Feng Fanghua always doted on her, and couldn’t even bring herself to scold her; when the words stopped, the doting gaze didn’t.
"Huanhuan, you should go play! I noticed the roses outside are blooming nicely, why don’t you ask Grandma Zhang to take you to cut a few branches, okay?"
"Flowers? Okay!"
Huanhuan imdiately stood upright like a good student, placing her hands behind her back while responding to her mom, then turned around to find Aunt Zhang.
"I want to go too!"
Chengcheng got anxious as soon as his sister left, put down the spoon, and ran after her.
"Sister, wait for , sister..."
Chengcheng called out anxiously while chasing.
"This boy, always running after his sister."
Feng Fanghua looked at her grandson’s back, still a bit worried he might fall, with an anxious expression in her eyes.
Mu Yichen also glanced over. It was true his son liked running after his sister, but it was okay since it was his own sister. If it were other people’s girls, Mu Yichen would have been upset.
"By the way, did you go to the Jing Family? How did you talk to their old man?"
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