The Song family still had a sumptuous dinner today. There were two adults and two children in total. Song Nianchu cooked three dishes in all.
One was farmhouse stir-fried pork, another was shredded potatoes in vinegar sauce, and there was also a kelp soup.
With a combination of meat and vegetables, it was nutritionally balanced.
Song Nianchu paid great attention to this aspect. She was just afraid that she might accidentally kick the bucket in this life.
It was estimated that God wouldn't give her a second chance to come back to life.
The four of them ate happily. In the evening, Song Nianchu controlled herself to eat less. Just as she put down her chopsticks, there came a knock on the door outside the courtyard.
"Who could it be at this time?" Song Nianchu wondered.
"I'll go and have a look." Mu Shi'an hadn't finished eating yet. He got up and was about to go out.
"Let me go. You can finish your meal first." Song Nianchu stopped him.
But Mu Shi'an still followed her.
As soon as they opened the courtyard door, they found that it was actually Mu Deyi standing outside.
"Uncle? Why are you here? Don't tell me you've changed your mind!" As soon as Song Nianchu saw Mu Deyi, she wanted to close the door.
Mu Deyi saw through her little trick at a glance and stepped into the courtyard first.
"Do you think if I've changed my mind, you can just close the door and it'll be okay?"
Song Nianchu: "..."
Wasn't it just to delay for a while?
"Here, this is for you." Mu Deyi handed over the notebook in his hand.
"What is this?" Song Nianchu was puzzled.
"Just take a look for yourself and you'll know." Mu Deyi frowned.
"Okay." Song Nianchu reached out to take it and carefully opened the notebook.
She was afraid that it was a resignation letter written on it.
But when she saw clearly what was inside the notebook, her pupils suddenly dilated, and her eyes were almost glued to the notebook.
After she finished reading all the contents inside, she looked at Mu Deyi in front of her with a surprised face.
"Don't look at me with such a look." Mu Deyi felt a little embarrassed by the eagerness in her eyes.
"Uncle, you're so amazing. You've finished it so quickly." Inside this notebook was the budget that Song Nianchu had just wanted.
"I don't like to procrastinate." Mu Deyi straightened his expression.
"I knew I was absolutely right to choose you as the accountant of our village!" Song Nianchu kept singing praises.
"Alright, I've given you the thing. I'll go back now." Even though they had met many times, Mu Deyi still couldn't stand Song Nianchu's enthusiasm.
"Uncle, have you had your meal?" Song Nianchu suddenly grabbed Mu Deyi.
"What are you doing?" Mu Deyi looked at her warily at once.
Was this girl going to grab him to do hard work again?
"Uncle, why are you so on guard? I'm not the kind of person who exploits employees. I mean, if you haven't had your meal, you can have some here with us." Song Nianchu was quite confident in her cooking skills.
She thought that Mu Deyi's mind wasn't firm enough and he might run away at any time. But after seeing his abilities, she definitely wouldn't let him go.
In this era, she couldn't give him a raise, so she had to find another way.
After all, the old ancestors had an old saying: If you want to keep a man's heart, you have to keep his stomach first!
"I..." Mu Deyi wanted to say no, but he had only said one word when Song Nianchu had already pulled him towards the kitchen.
"Uncle, you don't have to be polite. Everyone in this family is your acquaintance." After Song Nianchu dragged Mu Deyi into the kitchen, Mu Haoxuan and Mu Yongnian immediately jumped off their stools.
"Dad."
"Dad." The two said in unison.
Mu Deyi: "..."
"Dad, Achu's cooking is very good. Have some with us." Mu Shi'an, who had followed in, also spoke at the right time.
Mu Deyi: Really, they were all acquaintances.
"Dad, take a seat." Mu Haoxuan was very observant and pulled out a stool beside him for Mu Deyi.
Before Mu Deyi could say anything, Song Nianchu had already pressed him onto the stool.
"Yongnian, go and serve some rice for your dad." Song Nianchu gave Mu Yongnian a look.
"Okay." Mu Yongnian replied loudly.
When he came back, there was already a small bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks in his hand.
It wasn't that he was stingy about serving rice for his dad. It was just that there was only so much left in the pot.
"Dad, have a meal with us." Mu Yongnian handed the chopsticks to Mu Deyi.
Having been arranged like this, Mu Deyi couldn't just get up and leave. He just took the chopsticks that Mu Yongnian had handed over.
He looked at the dishes on the table. There was still half of each dish left, but the abundance of the dishes made Mu Deyi speechless in surprise.
Was this girl so well - off?
Having three dishes for one meal?
"Dad, try this. It's especially delicious." Mu Haoxuan picked up an egg from the farmhouse stir - fried pork and put it into Mu Deyi's bowl.
Mu Deyi looked at his youngest son. He had gained a lot of weight recently and his face had become round.
Mu Deyi picked up the egg and put it into his mouth. His expression paused slightly.
"Dad, isn't it delicious?" Mu Haoxuan looked at him with bright eyes.
Mu Deyi: "..."
"It's... okay." Mu Deyi still hadn't fully accepted the fact that Song Nianchu had lured his most beloved son to her home as a son - in - law who lived with his wife's family. He always habitually spoke tough words when facing Song Nianchu.
"Just okay? It's clearly very delicious." Mu Haoxuan, of course, didn't know the ins and outs of this. He picked up a piece and tasted it himself.
It was so delicious that one could almost swallow one's tongue.
"Haoxuan, maybe your dad likes the dishes cooked by your mom better." Song Nianchu beside him had already seen through Mu Deyi's stubbornness and deliberately said.
Mu Deyi tightened his grip on the chopsticks.
"How could that be? The dishes cooked by my mom are extremely unpalatable." Mu Haoxuan flatly denied it.
"But your dad and your mom are husband and wife. Maybe he just likes them." Song Nianchu smiled.
"Really?" Mu Haoxuan frowned slightly and looked at Mu Deyi in confusion. "Dad, do you like the dishes cooked by mom?"
Mu Deyi: "..."
Why was this girl so annoying?
Always liking to dig holes for him!
"Eat quickly. Didn't I teach you before that you should not talk during meals or in bed? Have you all forgotten!" Mu Deyi naturally couldn't answer this question. What Mu's mother cooked couldn't even be called a meal. It was just something to fill one's stomach.
"Okay." Mu Haoxuan didn't get the answer he wanted and was instead scolded. His little face immediately fell.
Mu Yongnian beside him saw his look and picked up a piece of meat and put it into his bowl.
Mu Haoxuan's eyes lit up, and the little bit of unhappiness just now disappeared in an instant.
Mu Deyi looked at Mu Haoxuan who was frantically shoveling rice into his mouth. His cold and hard eyebrows softened a little.
But soon he came to his senses. Song Nianchu hadn't just lured one of his sons. She had clearly lured all three of his sons over!
He really wanted to throw down the bowl and leave!
But the taste of that egg just now still lingered in his mouth, and his stomach was roaring. In the end, Mu Deyi still reached for the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat from the farmhouse stir - fried pork.
Anyway, his sons had been lured away. What did it matter if he had a meal at her place!
