77: 78, Took the wrong medicine?
77: 78, Took the wrong medicine?
After about ten minutes, the traffic jam ahead was cleared by the traffic police, and the car continued forward, finally arriving at the Chu Family home.
Su Linxue and Chu Yihong were already waiting for them, while Chu Mushan sat there with an unhappy face.
“Traffic jam on the road!”
Chu Mucheng threw out these four words as an explanation.
Su Linxue was seated between Chu Yihong on her left and An Xiaoyu on her right.
To the left of Chu Yihong was Chu Mushan, while Chu Mucheng simply sat between An Xiaoyu and Chu Mushan.
The servant began serving dishes.
“Xiaoyu, you’ve been abroad for these past few years, so we haven’t had a chance to celebrate your birthday.
Today, with all of us together, let’s celebrate your birthday!”
An Xiaoyu said with a smile, “Thank you, Uncle!”
The dinner was very sumptuous.
Meanwhile, Su Linxue served An Xiaoyu some dishes, placing them in her bowl.
“You’ve lost weight recently, eat a bit more!”
Although this warmth was a bit late, better late than never!
“Oh, no need to be so formal with mom!”
Chu Mushan squinted her eyes and glared at An Xiaoyu, scoffing. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩
After a while, as An Xiaoyu reached out with her chopsticks to pick up some bamboo shoots, it happened that Chu Mucheng’s chopsticks were also on those bamboo shoots.
At that moment, both of them withdrew their hands at the same time.
An Xiaoyu pursed her lips, deciding to change direction and go for the braised lion’s head nearby, but this time, her chopsticks encountered Chu Mucheng’s again.
Both retracted their hands simultaneously again.
An Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, then simply decided to pick up the broccoli in front of her!
Chu Mucheng usually didn’t eat broccoli, this time… surely they wouldn’t clash again!
But coincidentally, both of their chopsticks landed on the same piece of broccoli!
Was this … a narrow path for enemies?
The movements of the two attracted the attention of everyone at the table, all eyes were on them.
An Xiaoyu took a deep breath, looked up and glared at Chu Mucheng, questioning him with her eyes.
— Why are you always competing with me for food?
Chu Mucheng also turned his head, his eyebrows slightly raised, his dark eyes staring at her intently.
— I’m not competing with you, it’s just that what you want to eat happens to be what I want to eat as well.
An Xiaoyu snorted, withdrew her gaze, and gave up trying to pick food, just busying herself with eating.
Unexpectedly, Chu Mucheng then made a move that stunned everyone at the table.
He actually picked up that lion’s head, bamboo shoot, and broccoli and put them all into An Xiaoyu’s bowl.
Chu Yihong frowned, looking puzzledly at his son.
Su Linxue was also shocked, barely believing the scene unfolding before her eyes.
Wasn’t he always at odds with An Xiaoyu?
Now he’s actually helping An Xiaoyu to serve dishes!
Even Chu Mushan was stumped.
Chu Mucheng… actually helping An Xiaoyu to serve food!
This was truly unprecedented since the beginning of the world!
All the people around the table looked at each other, unable to believe that the one doing this was Chu Mucheng!
An Xiaoyu was also stunned.
Chu Mucheng, did you take the wrong medicine today?
“Brother, what’s going on with you?” The one who spoke was Chu Mushan.
She was puzzled by Chu Mucheng’s behavior.
Chu Mucheng casually picked up his chopsticks and continued serving dishes.
“I’m just showing some care for today’s birthday star.
What, is that not allowed?”
After speaking, he turned his head to look at An Xiaoyu.
An Xiaoyu looked at her bowl, which was filled with the dishes Chu Mucheng had served her.
Chu Mucheng’s cold voice reached her ear.
“An Xiaoyu, you know the poem ‘Sympathy for the Peasants’, right?
‘Little is known on the dining table, every grain bears arduous work.’ It’s not easy for the farmers to grow grains and vegetables, so… make sure not to waste any!”