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."
