CHAPTER 1130: 321 SHE WOULDN’T PULL A TRICK LIKE NOT GOING HOME.

Her phone was always in her pocket and always had power.

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After dinner, Qin Mingzhu made a video call to her. Feng Fanghua noticed her phone was in her pocket but didn’t say anything, just stood in the living room watching Qin Mu walk to the door to answer the video call.

"Why are you standing by the door? Isn’t it cold?"

On a day after it had snowed, it should be very cold. Qin Mingzhu had just been out and got frozen, so she curiously asked Qin Mu.

"Just ate and feeling warm, why are you video calling me?"

At this hour.

"To show you the lavish dinner I made with Dad. It’s all homemade, by me!"

Qin Mingzhu said, pointing the camera at the dinner table. Three dishes and one soup looked quite nice, and she sneaked it on Qin Haiming, who said, "Our Mingzhu has finally grown up."

Qin Mu felt not a bit embarrassed, her mood improved somewhat from the initial bad mood, finding Qin Mingzhu’s bragging somewhat funny this time.

After all, she hadn’t yet learned to make a good spread of dishes.

"But it’s nothing compared to the chef at your place. If you pity me, how about inviting me over for dinner tomorrow evening? Of course, if you think leaving Dad home alone is pitiable, I’ll bring him along."

Qin Mingzhu smiled, eager to have ready-made food.

"I have work tomorrow night, can’t come over."

Qin Haiming raised his eyes, remembering he had to leave the city tomorrow evening.

"Ah? Then, I can come alone! It’s so boring at home alone!"

Qin Mingzhu pointed the camera at herself again, acting spoiled as if it was second nature.

Qin Mu watched, feeling helpless.

Thinking, you want to come then come, when can I stop you?

When she was at the door having a banter with Qin Mingzhu, Mu Zihao came out from inside, saw Qin Mu on a video call with someone outside, and curiously asked as he walked to the couch.

"Didn’t you say it was out of power?"

"Ah!"

Feng Fanghua sighed, eyes downcast without saying a word.

But whether her phone was out of power or they had another argument was clear enough.

The old man didn’t pay attention to listening, just seeing both of them looking downcast, so curiously asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing! Nothing!"

Mu Zihao quickly explained.

Feng Fanghua thought, is this really nothing?

No idea when Mu Yichen would return home, what if he doesn’t come back tonight...

"Call Yichen and tell him I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes, have him bring some back quickly!"

Feng Fanghua pondered, then turned to Mu Zihao, her hand reflexively laying gently on Mu Zihao’s leg.

"Again? Can’t you eat something else?"

Mu Zihao unconsciously furrowed his brows, thinking he was going to go crazy from the lingering sweet potato smell these days.

"Just roasted sweet potatoes! Buy more, Mumu wants them too!"

Feng Fanghua said as she glanced towards the door, where Qin Mu had already ended the call and was walking inside.

Mu Zihao had no choice but to make the call; as Qin Mu entered, she saw Mu Zihao going upstairs, curiously asked, "Dad heading to his room so early!"

"Yeah! He went to make a call to a friend!"

Feng Fanghua acted as if it was a fact, eyes watching the TV.

Qin Mu accepted it without question, taking it as true.

The old man raised his eyes to look at his daughter-in-law, then his granddaughter-in-law, thinking, this is peculiar, one speaks casually, and the other believes immediately.

"Mumu, it’s been a while since I had drinks with your dad, is he busy lately?"

The old man looked at Qin Mu and asked.

"He said he has to leave the city tomorrow, shall I ask him to come over for dinner when he’s back?"

"Hmm! Eating at home all the time gets boring, let’s go to a restaurant."

The old man thought for a moment and instructed Qin Mu.

"Alright! I’ll make arrangements."

Qin Mu seriously noted it down, thinking she’d first call the restaurant tomorrow to book a good table.

The old man nodded and continued watching TV.

Mu Zihao returned to his room, quietly closed the door, then called his son, "When are you coming home? Your mom and Mumu want roasted sweet potatoes, bring some after you’re done socializing, but don’t buy too many, I’m really fed up with this smell lately."

Mu Zihao pondered over it, figuring since his son didn’t want him to know about the couple’s argument, he’d just pretend not to know. After all, who can’t act? Especially when it’s a long-distance act, no need to worry about anyone seeing through your inner feelings.

"Hmm!"

A faint reply, nothing more said.

Mu Zihao was left a bit stunned after the call ended, feeling the call was too brief, wanting to say more but not having figured out what to say yet.