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Heat up the pot, cold oil, and shredded meat. After stirring, he took them out and poured the leftover oil into the potato chips. He was skilled at every step and every action.

Xia Mu stood slightly behind him, watching as the man brandished the spatula without the slightest bit of awkwardness.

"You can cook?" Xia Mu curiously asked.

Mu Dong sprinkled some salt into the pot before turning around. "That's simple."

As he said that, the fragrant and steaming hot chips and shredded potatoes were cooked. When they came out of the pot, Mu Dongdong's eyes looked around the table. He picked up a small bottle and poured some seasonings into the pot.

Xia Mu looked at Mu Dong's final move, his large eyes filled with doubt.

Mu Dongfang, who was carrying the dishes, turned around and saw Xia Mu's expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mu Dongfang asked with a smile.

"Why, why ketchup?"

"It will taste good this way." Mu Dongdong picked up a potato chip and placed it next to Xia Mu's mouth, "Taste it."

The entrance was wonderful.

Xia Mu had to admit that this man's culinary skills were excellent. Even his habit of adding ketchup at the end was exactly the same as his.

However, this habit of Xia Mu's was because the two children liked to eat, but why would Mu Dongdong do the same?

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Dongfang asked with a smile.

Xia Mu regained his senses and said, "Oh, it's fine." She avoided his eyes and reached for his plate.

Mu Dong grabbed her hand and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Xia Mu wanted to break away, but when the man tried his best, she couldn't help but say, "It's delicious."

"Really?"

"It's true!" Seeing Mu Dong's face, Xia Mu's face started to turn red again.

"Then, do you like it?" The man didn't want to let Xia Mu off so easily, so he questioned him again and again.

"I like it." Xia Mu was thinking, "Can you stop asking, what exactly does this mean?!"

Mu Dongfang looked deeply at her before lowering his head. "If you like it, then I'll make it for you every day, okay?"

Mu looked eastward into Xia Mu's eyes.

He was holding Xia Mu's wrist, and it was impossible for her to open her eyes. Her eyes were very deep and bright, and as if she was bewitched, she replied, "Okay."

"Good child." The man lowered his head. His eyes were filled with a smile, and the corner of his lips was smeared with the scent of a girl.

The collision just now was so fast that Xia Mu was unable to react. When she regained her senses, the culprit had already left with the plate. She was the only one left in the kitchen, not knowing how to react.

She raised her head and slowly covered her lips. She felt a burst of regret in her heart. How could he act like this? How could he do something so frivolous over and over again?

Yet, he still continued to indulge himself in it.

Xia Mu, ah, Xia Mu, what are you thinking about!

Ye Zichen scratched his head in annoyance. He wanted to clear his mind, but he couldn't find any reason to do so.

It was not until the voices of the children came from the house that Summer stood in the kitchen, listening to their conversation.

"Uncle, it's really delicious. It's even more delicious than mother's cooking." This was Nannan's voice.

"If it's delicious, uncle will make it for you guys to eat every day, okay?"

"Really?" The baby asked in surprise.

"Of course, Mom has already agreed!"

"Yeah, that's great!" Nannan cheered.

Even without looking, Xia Mu could already imagine the admiration and satisfaction Nannan and the baby had towards Mu Dong, but Xia Mu felt a sense of danger as she thought that after this battle, she must put some distance between herself and this man. Even if the children really liked him, she did not want to have any other contact with him.

What he wanted, she couldn't afford!

The Right to Happiness

In the room, Nannan and the baby were eating happily as they lifted their heads to see Xia Mu appear at the door. The little girl waved towards Xia Mu and happily shouted, "Mom, hurry up, uncle's stir-fried vegetables are really delicious!"

Xia Mu looked at the two greedy kids, walked over and sat down, then said with a smile, "Eat slowly, no one will fight with you."

"Mom, try it." The baby took the chopsticks and gave Xia Mu some food.

Xia Mu lowered his head and ate. He then heard his son ask, "Is it delicious?"

Xia Mu smiled at his son and said, "Delicious."

Hearing this, a pair of chopsticks was brought over. Mu Dongfang picked up some food and brought it over. He looked at Xia Mu and smiled, "It's been hard on you."

Looking at the dishes in the bowl, Xia Mu lowered his head and silently ate them.

The yard was not big to begin with, and even the doors were open. Naturally, Zhang Xiulan heard everything that happened over at Xia Mu's side.

She withdrew her gaze from the door and said with a straight face, "Listen, listen, a young woman, how can she casually lead a wild man into her own room? To think that I was thinking that they were just a pitiful mother and son, and wanted Mighty to take care of them! "In my opinion, they're all a bunch of ungrateful bastards! Not a single one of them is good!" After he finished speaking, he spat towards the east room as if he didn't want to vent his hatred.

Zhao Fugui sat in the rocking chair, not even raising his eyes as he lazily asked, "What time is it now? Why don't you go get some food to eat?"

"Eat, eat, eat. You only know how to eat all day long!" She turned around, touched the cellphone on the table, and called Zhang Energetic.

It was time to get off work. Zhang Dali had just squeezed onto the bus, and the bus was packed with people. There wasn't even a place to stand.

He had just squeezed to the back of the car and found a place to stand, when his phone started to sing loudly.

After much effort, he fished out his cell phone from his pants pocket and pressed the answer button. Then, he heard his aunt Zhang Xiulan's voice, "You're a turtle, why haven't you come over yet?"

This aunt had always been kind to him, except she had a short temper. However, she was not a bad person. Zhang Dali could be considered as the one who had been raised by her aunt. She was already used to Zhang Xiulan's temper.

He accompanied her with a smile and honestly replied, "Martial Aunt, it's a bit late today, and the road is blocked again." As he said this, the passenger standing beside him seemed to think that he had spoken too loudly into his cell phone, and there was a hint of reproach in his eyes.

Zhang Dali smiled at him, turned his body, and said, "I bought some pickled vegetables for uncle to drink."

Zhang Xiulan said a few more words, but it was nothing more than a waste of money, so she hung up.

He put the phone back in his pocket and hung his hand on the armrest, looking out the window.

He had stayed in this city for almost a decade already. He had walked step by step from the construction site to today, working as a laborer and lifting a bucket of ash. In the eyes of many, the leader of the production team might look down on him, but for Zhang Dali, this position was an affirmation of his abilities.

All these years, he had been living frugally and wholeheartedly trying to save some money to get married. He was a hardworking person and could save money, but no matter how hard he tried, the amount of money he could save couldn't compare to the rate at which his house prices rose.

Every time he saw a skyscraper completed, Zhang Dali would wonder when he would be able to find a place to shelter himself from the wind and rain, and the desire to find a home would only grow stronger and stronger.

After the new year, he would be 30 years old. At this age, if he was in his hometown, his kid would be in junior high school soon. So when his aunt offered to introduce him to a friend, he agreed without thinking.

Zhang Dali was very satisfied with Xia Mu. Although he had two children with him, Xia Mu Ren was both beautiful and capable. If they could become a family, they should be able to live a good life.

As the bus slowly walked along the road, the face of the man he had met that day appeared in front of Zhang Dali's eyes. As he recalled his aunt's words, he decided that after he met Xia Mu, he would ask him what he thought. If the lady didn't want to, he wouldn't force her.

However, did he, who lived in a big city, have the right to be happy for the sake of being tired of eating three meals a day?

Chapter 216 - Girl is Cute on Fat

At the bus stop, Zhang Dazhi got off the bus. His clothes were rumpled and his face was covered with sweat.

He raised his hand and casually wiped his forehead, then walked toward the roadside stall.

His uncle, Zhao Fugui, liked to drink wine. Zhang Dali bought some pickled vegetables, and when he passed by the fruit stand, he saw that the newly released plums were pretty good. When he thought of Xia Mu's two children, Zhang Dali straightforwardly paid for a few catties.

Carrying his stuff, Zhang made his way back to the courtyard.

At Xia Mo's house in the courtyard house.

The baby finished all the rice in the bowl, put down his chopsticks, and said, "I'm full."

"Aiya, I ate so much today. I'm going to get fat soon." Nannan said.

When Xia Mu, who was preparing the dishes, heard his daughter's voice, a smile appeared on his face. Was this little girl starting to worry about getting fat?

"Girls are more cute if they are fatter." Mu Dongfang said with a smile.

Nannan shook her head like a rattle drum, "I don't want to look like Little Fatty Su!"

"Little Fatty Su?" "Is he Nannan's classmate?" Mu Dongfang asked. He liked to chat with the children and would like to be part of their lives. In reality, he was not a patient person who was easy to get close to. Anyone who knew Mu Dong would think that this man had some sort of estrangement and coldness to him. However, when facing his children and children, he liked them for no reason and wanted to spoil them.

"It was just transferred from our class." The baby rushed to answer, "He likes to be bullied by his sister the most!"

"Baby Xia!" Nannan looked at her brother as the latter did not dare continue and hurriedly looked to the side.

"Uncle, don't listen to my baby's nonsense. I won't bully my little friends. It was Fatty Su who insisted on walking in front of me. How annoying!" The little girl pouted and explained, worried that she would leave a bad impression on Mu Dongfang.

Mu Dongfang smiled as he patted Nannan's head and softly said: "My family's Nannan is the most obedient." After saying that, she gave him a sweet smile.

"Of course, the baby is also very obedient. Uncle really likes it." After praising the little girl, you can't leave our young man alone.

The two children who received the praise immediately smiled sweetly, their small faces were like flowers.

Xia Mu picked up his bowl and chopsticks as he looked at the two children who were being coaxed by Mu Dongfang. Helplessly, he said, "Stop pestering uncle." She was a little jealous when she saw how much the children liked him.

Just as he was about to head to the kitchen with the bowl and chopsticks, a person appeared at the door.

"Xia Mu." A man's voice.

Mu Dongfang was leaning over to talk to the children when he heard the sound. He looked up and saw a man standing at the door. His clothes weren't clean and his face was covered in sweat. It was obvious that he had rushed over.

Xia Mu was a little stunned when he saw the newcomer, but he relaxed when he thought of Zhang Xiulan. He asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhang Dali stood by the door with a simple and honest smile on his face. "It's time to get off work. I came to see you. This is for the children. You keep it." As he spoke, he carried a bag into the house.

Xia Mu turned around and let Chang into the house.

Zhang Dali naturally saw the man sitting on the chair. The man's gaze swept across him in an indifferent manner, but he still felt an inexplicable pressure.

Compared to the other's clean and tidy clothes, he was a bit uncomfortable as he tugged at the hem of his clothes. He pulled out a smile and said to the two children: "Nannan, Baby, how do you do?"

Although the two children liked Zhang Dazhi better than anyone else, they still called out to him, "Hello, Uncle."

The two children stood beside Mu Dongfang as if to protect him. They looked at Zhang Dali warily.

The atmosphere inside the room seemed to have become strange.