"Look, I have old goose soup and plum pork ribs for lunch today!"

Mu Laozheng was filming a short video with a smile on his face, which made Qiao Shishi and others look confused.

"Brother Li, has Grandpa Mu always lived alone?" Qiao Shishi originally wanted to ask Li Zeyu if Grandpa Mu had lived alone for too long, that's why he was so happy.

But she considered that it was not polite to ask, so she changed the question to a tactful way.

Hear the words,

Li Zeyu shook his head slowly, "Actually, I don't know for sure. It seems like it is."

He and Mr. Mu got acquainted by chance, and he happened to see the news that the other party was selling his house, so he contacted him a few times.

In terms of familiarity, it’s hard to say.

Therefore, he didn’t know much about Mr. Mu.

He only knows that the other party has an extraordinary origin.

"Then should we spend more time with him in the future?" Li Qingyu was sitting on the left side of Qiao Shishi.

He naturally joined the chat.

After the words fell, Qiao Shishi looked at him as if she were a fool, "Grandpa Mu will leave Planet 3047 the day after tomorrow. Why should we stay with him more?"

"I...I forgot!" He bit his lip in grievance, "Why are you so fierce? Why don't I just ask you."

Seeing that the two children were about to quarrel, Wen Jiu quickly asked everyone to scoop rice and soup.

She first served Mr. Mu a full bowl of goose soup, and then scooped up fist-sized rice for him.

As Mu Lao gets older, he should not eat too much.

She estimated that it would be enough for the other party to eat these together with plum pork ribs.

"Oh, look how good my new junior is," Mr. Mu said while patting Wen Jiu and others. "I didn't expect that I would also have fun with the junior."

He simply took a few short videos and then sent them to the old friend group.

All old friends are still having a heated discussion,

The calligraphy and painting written by Wen Jiu that he sent earlier.

["Sunflowers on the Tree": I just forwarded Lao Mufa's calligraphy and painting to several calligraphers,

They were all asking me whose hand this calligraphy and painting was written. I said it was written by an unknown junior, and then they started bombarding me with messages, not saying that I was fooling them.]
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["Die Lianhua": Coincidentally, I know an old sister who is good at calligraphy. After reading it, she swore that the person who wrote this calligraphy and painting must be a senior. Then I told her what Lao Mu said, and she

Now I’m crazy saying that Lao Mu is lying to me, and that I want to go to Lao Mu for an explanation.]

["Having more children means more blessings": I feel that this calligraphy and painting must have been written by an expert, and it is absolutely impossible to be written by a junior. This kind of skill in brushstrokes cannot be developed within decades!

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["Ming is the bright of the moon": Lao Zhang, you also think that Lao Mu is talking nonsense, right? Look at this flowing handwriting, how could it be written by a junior? Besides, Lao Mu, we are not the juniors in your family.

I don’t know, they all have impetuous tempers that can’t calm down and practice calligraphy.]

["Ming is the bright of the moon": Although my grandchildren are not good at calligraphy, they are both very successful. One is running a prosperous company, and the other is very good at making mechas. Those little devils in your family,

Who didn’t say the previous sentence that you are so miserable?]

As soon as Mr. Mu sent out the video, he saw his rival poking at his pain points.

This made his old eyes widen with anger, and he wished he could go back and strangle the other person to death right now.

He and Old Man Ming have been mortal enemies since they were young. Now that they are both in their seventies, they still hate each other.

Everything in his life has gone well, and his luck is several times better than that of old man Ming.

His children are particularly upbeat,

All of them are people of great achievements.

I don’t know if God sees him living so smoothly that none of his grandchildren are sensible.

It’s just that they are ignorant and don’t know etiquette. Those children have no ambition at all.

He knew that relying on his family's arrogance and tyranny had completely disgraced his old face.

Later, when he communicated with his friends, he discovered that everyone has such a demon king in their families.

He finally calmed down, thinking that the children would be fine when they grew up.

But it happened that the two grandsons of the old man's family were particularly outstanding. One of them did not rely on family power to start a business outside.

When everyone thought this was a road destined to fail, the company he started suddenly skyrocketed.

Although the other little grandson is still attending the Imperial Military Academy, he has won first place in several mecha competitions, and he also received a medal from the federal headquarters some time ago, which is said to be a reward for cooperating with military region tasks.

Such a comparison immediately shows that the descendants of his family are incompetent. Why doesn't he have a junior who can show off?

Just when Mr. Mu was feeling aggrieved, he suddenly smelled the aroma of meat.

When I lowered my head, I found a bowl of goose soup in front of me.

He once heard someone say that food can heal people's souls.

At that time, he didn't think so, but now he suddenly believed it.

A few green and fragrant chopped green onions are sprinkled in the milky white soup without a trace of oil.

There are also pieces of goose meat stewed until tender, exuding a rich and tangy aroma.

"Grandpa Mu, please try my craftsmanship." Wen Jiu smiled and handed over a small spoon.

Seeing this, Mr. Mu couldn't help but feel less depressed.

He took the spoon and scooped out a spoonful of hot soup, and the fragrant heat rose up, immediately arousing the glutton in his stomach.

He blew gently first, and then drank the soup in the spoon.

The deliciousness of goose meat is perfectly combined with the aroma of mushrooms, and the chopped green onions dotted in it are like the finishing touch, making the already rich aroma even more attractive.

The hot and fresh taste washed away his previous displeasure, leaving only the delicious flavor that left him with endless aftertaste.

He had never tasted such delicious soup, and he had never imagined that goose stew tasted so good.

"Okay! This soup is really good!" He looked at Wen Jiu in surprise, "Xiao Wen, your soup-making skills are really good!"

As he spoke, he took another spoonful of soup and drank it.

The delicious taste filled his mouth, making him feel more energetic as he drank.

As Mr. Mu drank ladle after ladle of soup, the goose meat soup that was originally full was almost empty.

So he picked up a piece of goose meat with chopsticks and swallowed it into his mouth with just one sip.

The tender and delicious goose meat is full of soup and tastes both smooth and tender.

He felt like he had jumped into a sea of ​​delicious food, and his whole body was filled with the delicious smell of goose meat.
Chapter completed!