CHAPTER 1162: CHAPTER 328: THE PERSON ON THE OTHER END OF THE CALL (PART 2)

Qin Mu carried the sliced fruit back to the living room, Feng Fanghua glanced at it and couldn’t help but laugh: "The fruit is cut quite nicely! Have you learned to cook this month while staying here?"

"I’ve always known how to cook! Just not as good as a chef’s cooking, that’s all."

Qin Mu has always opposed others saying she can’t cook, she just doesn’t make it taste good!

Feng Fanghua sighed lightly at her stubbornness, glanced casually to the side, and upon seeing a takeout box in the trash, immediately frowned.

"What did you eat for lunch today?"

Qin Mu instinctively also looked at the takeout box: "That noodle was mine, they both ate steamed eggs and fruit, the steamed eggs were made by me."

"That’s more like it!"

Feng Fanghua was relieved, then looked at her, unable to resist lecturing her: "Not coming home for New Year, it’s one thing for you not to come, but you won’t even let my grandson come home, your grandfather’s illness is all because of you."

Qin Mu was shocked and stood up from the sofa: "Grandpa!"

Her throat was dry with nervousness, and she hurriedly looked at her grandpa to apologize.

"Fanghua, what are you saying?"

The old man was displeased, seeing how scared his granddaughter-in-law was.

"Your mom was joking with you, sit down! Your grandfather’s health hasn’t been good for a year or two, he’s always been fine, don’t overthink."

"Oh!"

Qin Mu sat back down slowly, unsure if Mu Zihao was comforting her or telling the truth, but her mind was still uneasy. If the old man really got sick because of her and Mu Yichen, they would be in big trouble.

In the evening, they hired hourly workers to cook at home, even in France, they ate Chinese food.

The feeling of eating Chinese food abroad seemed different from eating at home, everyone’s appetite was good, especially the two little ones.

Actually, she could steam rice at home, and she thought she did a good job. But Huanhuan never ate more than half a bowl, Chengcheng was too small, only drank some porridge, refusing rice, but tonight...

Qin Mu felt somewhat disappointed with the sibling duo, as they usually showed her no face. However, as soon as their grandparents arrived, their behavior completely changed, as if the sensible kids from before weren’t them.

After dinner, the old man went to lie down on the bed and called Qin Mu over to talk.

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao sat in the living room, Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but grumble: "I barely gave her a hard time, and Dad called her in, not knowing what he’ll say to her. My efforts were wasted."

"You don’t need to scare her, she won’t provoke you either, why do this?"

"It’s because I’m angry, the boy’s not afraid of me, I can only scare her."

Feng Fanghua muttered, the more she thought, the more frustrated she felt.

Mu Zihao looked at his wife helplessly, raised a hand to pat her’s, and said: "Help those two siblings take a bath, after that we can rest early."

"Hmm!"

Feng Fanghua nodded, the couple went to bathe the two little ones.

Qin Mu sat by the old man’s bed, using the old man’s phone to call Mu Yichen.

The old man said: "Since he didn’t call you, you call him. Don’t let trivial things bother you as a couple, it will lead to regrets later."

Because the old man came this time due to health issues, she dared not disobey. Holding the old man’s phone, she dialed his number and waited.

Thinking it’d be better if he didn’t pick up.

"How about it? No answer still?"

"Grandpa, it’s the middle of the night in China now!"

Qin Mu could only softly remind him.

The old man...

"Why did you call then?"

"I’m afraid you’ll be unhappy!"

Qin Mu lowered her head, keeping her phone to her ear.

"Hang up then, at this point, even if he’s having fun, he should be asleep."

The old man thought for a moment, suddenly regretting his action, forcing Mumu to call his grandson was biased.

"Hello?"

When Qin Mu heard the old man say to hang up, she was about to when she heard Mu Yichen’s slightly hoarse voice from the phone, she nearly dropped the phone in shock.

She caught it by her leg, and with a flustered and firm action, disconnected the call.

"What’s wrong?" the old man asked.

"Slipped my hand!"

Qin Mu’s face was a bit pale from nervousness, after saying she placed the phone on the nearby bedside table, screen down.

"Sigh! I was hoping to mediate between the two of you, seems not easy, go rest then, I’m also tired."