Zhao Yun just couldn't understand what was so good about that Mu Dade.
He's just a useless scholar who only passed the exam at thirty, with one foot in the grave. Who knows if he can lead the Old Mu Family to a better life?
So Zhao Yun's heart was still full of resentment.
"Aunt Xiao Yun, I know you mean well, but some things can't be forced. The legs are on someone else's body; we can't forcibly make them come back.
On the contrary, aren't our days quite good now? We have food and drink, and we don't have to see others' faces!"
Zhao Yun also thought the same; if the third branch went, they'd just be bullied, better to stay here and enjoy the freedom.
"What Shuangshuang said is true, I was just too anxious. Then let's cook well together and let your parents taste our skills!"
Soon, smoke was curling up in the kitchen of the Mu Family's Third Branch.
In the kitchen, laughter and the sound of chopping vegetables alternated.
This really felt like a home.
