The aroma of chicken is inherently rich, and its fragrance grew even stronger with a movement from Old Mrs. Mu.
Mu Dade gradually started feeling hungry.
However, he glanced at the fourth branch and said, "Mother, this meal was prepared by Xiaxia's mother, wasn't it? She's really been working hard."
Mu Dade's compliment warmed Mrs. Liu's heart, making her view her eldest brother in a better light.
Mu Dajiang felt the same way. He knew his mother cared most about what his elder brother said, and that his brother was helping him. It made him even more determined to follow his elder brother, even if it meant working like a horse or an ox—it was better than watching his wife get scolded by his mother.
"Humph, what's so hard for her? When I was a daughter-in-law, even in the coldest winter months, I was working. When the river froze, I still had to break the ice shards and continue doing laundry. It's neither cold nor hot right now, and she's just cooking, what's tiring about that?"
