Mu Shuangshuang tightened the hemp rope around her family's big fat pig and stood up abruptly, trying to block Mr. Mu's view.
This protective instinct naturally stabbed deeply into Mr. Mu's eyes.
Mu Shuangshuang didn't care about that.
Old Mu Family's nature can't stand seeing others doing well.
She painstakingly raised a big fat pig, hoping to sell it next autumn to save a gift for Xiao Han's teacher, and it can't be messed up by the narrow-eyed Old Mu Family.
"Shuang, grandpa doesn't want your pig, there are pigs at home," Mr. Mu explained awkwardly.
But Mu Shuangshuang just didn't believe it.
"Oh, forget it, grandpa is just passing by here and wants to ask you a few questions," Mr. Mu softened his attitude quite a bit.
Maybe it's because he's been ill these last few days, there's no one to attend to him at the bedside, making Mr. Mu feel uncomfortable inside.
In any case, Mr. Mu is now eager to find someone to give him advice.
"Grandpa, just ask!"
