"But I still like using my hands, that's how I get the feel!" Mu Dalang chuckled.
Perhaps he really considered Mu Shuangshuang as one of his own, so he didn't feel awkward saying such things.
"I actually think the same, mooncakes should be eaten by hand to get the full flavor!"
"Haha..."
The kitchen was immediately filled with laughter and chatter.
Mu Dalang's "return without success" made Mr. Mu feel embarrassed. This time, he personally came to invite the third branch over.
But before he even stepped out of the main house, Old Mrs. Mu started taunting him.
"Old man, what are you doing? If that rotten girl won't come, then she won't come. She's not of the Old Mu Family's blood anyway."
"Aren't you ashamed, licking your old face to beg them? Aren't you just reluctant to part with the now-rounded third daughter-in-law?"
Old Mrs. Mu's words almost drove Mr. Mu to death.
