Grandpa Mu finished speaking and then walked forward alone.
Wen Xiangyang stood by Mu Lingqian's side, not fully grasping the meaning of Grandpa Mu's words, only to see Mu Lingqian deep in thought and standing still. She reached out and gently tugged at Mu Lingqian's arm, softly calling out, "Young Master Mu..."
Mu Lingqian came to his senses, touched Wen Xiangyang's head, and said, "It's okay."
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Having a meal with Grandpa Mu was actually quite the skill.
Wen Xiangyang did not know Grandpa Mu's preferences; she only saw the table uniformly covered with all kinds of meaty dishes, without a single vegetable in sight. Grandpa Mu loved meat; how much he loved it was evident by the way he devoured each piece as though he was plundering.
Wen Xiangyang glanced at Mu Lingqian, then at Grandpa Mu.
Mu Lingqian was picky about food, but she didn't know who he'd picked up that trait from.