Mu Dalang fell silent!
He believed what Mu Shuangshuang said.
However, deep down, he still felt a sense of irony; clearly, such a good person, yet turned out to be inconsistent, just like the bananas he had seen in town.
Yellow on the surface, white outside!
But thinking about it again, it seemed normal!
Who in their right mind would go to the Old Mu Family?
Mu Shuangshuang was at home, making some pancakes, took some of her pickled sour beans, some mung bean sprouts which just sprouted in the past two days, and some other side dishes.
She packed them in a big wooden basin, placed it on a wheelbarrow, and let Mu Dalang take it back to Tie Dao Village.
Mu Dalang looked at the large wooden basin filled to the brim, and felt his head nearly shaking off.
"Shuangshuang, I don't want this. We can make it ourselves!"
