Zhou Tao stopped in front of the door, "I promise him that I will tell you."
Behind the desk, Mu Tianye, holding a pen in one hand, raised his eyebrows.
Zhou Tao understood him and knew that what he meant was that this was not the answer he wanted.
"I... I feel like he has something important to tell you. His tone... How should I put it..." Zhou Tao raised his right hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "I always feel that it should be something big."
Mu Tianye's fingers holding the pen tightened again, and his eyes moved down and landed on the document again. It was obvious that he was ready to end the conversation.
"..." Zhou Tao stayed there for two or three seconds, "Mr. Mu, if... if you need it, I can make a call for you..."
He knew that Mu Tianye had a personality like his own boss's, so he would not refuse even if he took the initiative to call Qin Zhaoyang, so he didn't mind helping Mu Tianye do these unworthy things.
"No need." Mu Tianye turned the document to the next page, "Go back!"
Shaking his head slightly, Zhou Tao had no choice but to open the door and leave his office.
At the table, Mu Tianye carefully flipped through the report in front of him, sketching a certain number from time to time, and was not affected by the phone call at all.
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The old residence of the Mu family.
Chu Xinning came over with a plate of mixed cold dishes, put the dishes gently on the dining table, stretched out her hands to push the plates, carefully arranged the four dishes in a square shape, filled two bowls of soup and put them away. The slightly separated chopsticks are placed straight...
Her eyes stayed on the blue and white porcelain vase for a moment. She stretched out her hand to straighten the bouquet inside, and then relaxed and raised the corners of her lips.
She reached behind her back and untied her apron and walked into the restaurant with a smile.
"Dad, it's time to eat."
"Hey! Here we come!"
On the sofa, Mr. Mu, who was reading the newspaper, responded with a smile and got up from the sofa. Chu Xinning hurriedly came over to hold his arm, and helped the old man into the restaurant and settled at the dining table.
"Hey..." Mr. Mu swept the dishes on the table, "I haven't eaten your food for a long time!"
In the past two days, in addition to the necessary work, Mu's mother would come to the Mu family's old house to sit and chat with the elderly, or play chess when she had time.
Sister-in-law Liu was taking care of Ning Xiaofei and his wife at Mu Tianye's side. It happened that another nanny at home had something to ask for today, so Chu Xinning took the initiative to cook and make dinner for the old man.
The dishes are all what she used to cook and the elderly people also like to eat.
"I haven't made it for a long time, I guess it won't be too delicious." Mu's mother raised her hand and took the chopsticks to him, "You... try it!"
After marrying Qin Zhaoyang, she lived a life of reaching for clothes and opening her mouth for food. She almost never cooked - firstly, she didn't need it, and secondly, she was no longer in the mood to cook.
He took a piece of fish and brought it to his mouth. After tasting it, Mr. Mu nodded lightly.
"It's delicious, it still tastes the same. I like the braised fish you made the most. It's neither sweet nor salty...it tastes just right. Even though Mrs. Liu has learned it many times, she still can't imitate your taste..." After hearing this long-lost taste, , the old man couldn't help but feel a little sentimental, "I originally thought that I would never eat it again in this life, but I didn't expect that it would be such a blessing."
Chu Xinning's face was filled with joy, "From now on... I'll often make it for you to eat."
"Why are you still standing? Sit down!" Mr. Mu pulled her to the chair and sat down, gently placing the chopsticks on the chopstick pillow, "Xiao Ning, Dad knows what you are thinking, but Dad still has something to say."
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good afternoon.