At the dining table, Xu Shuyu adjusted her glasses, switched to a spare pair of chopsticks, and placed a piece of rib into Mu Jin Huan’s bowl, "I don’t know what you like to eat, so I just made so ho-cooked dishes."
Mu Jin Huan’s handso face softened from its resolute lines, his voice low and humble, "I’m not picky, grandma’s cooking tastes great."
Xu Shuyu’s expression remained calm, loving, and kind.
His tone was modest, polite to the point of being icy yet not condescending, just like the previous tis they t, with no faults to be found.
Since Nannan had already married him, she naturally hoped the two could support each other and grow old together.
Looking at the other two people, she smiled and said, "Why are you all just sitting there, start eating."
Jiashu watched helplessly as Great Grandma placed the most delicious piece of rib into soone else’s bowl, his little face filled with displeasure. Before, the first piece was always given to him.
Pouting, he said sothing shocking, "Great Grandma, Uncle Mu and Auntie kissed."
Upon hearing this, Nan Wan’s body stiffened, and the spoon she held slipped, making a crisp clinking sound as it hit the porcelain.
Her ears turned red.
Mu Jin Huan’s expression showed no fluctuation, his dining habits continued to be as elegant as ever.
His peripheral glance at the little pouting dumpling contained a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
Zhi i put a hand on her forehead, glaring jokingly at Nan Wan beside her, "What kind of auntie are you?"
She had only been away for a few minutes, when did Miss Nan beco so indifferent to the occasion, acting like this in front of a three-year-old?
Nan Wan glared back, but her montum had clearly diminished, "...I did not."
Children’s words are innocent, yet they’re also the most genuine.
Nan Wan couldn’t find the words to explain.
Xu Shuyu spoke up, "Alright, alright, let’s eat."
Then she placed a piece of rib into the bowl of the jealous little guy, smiling lovingly, "In the future, call him Uncle-in-law."
"But Uncle Mu sounds better."
"Doesn’t Jiashu want soone to be good to Auntie, to take care of her?"
Jiashu, licking his greasy fingers, nodded.
His look at Mu Jin Huan was a mix of understanding and confusion, but those little jealous flas were gone.
The atmosphere returned to harmony.
The warmth from the hand on her lap was suddenly held, Nan Wan turned her head slightly, but the man beside her showed no change.
Whether it was the lighting or the beautiful atmosphere, the man’s resolute profile seed to soften.
The soup grandma served him had sprigs of cilantro floating on top, sothing he didn’t like, yet he drank it all without changing his expression.
Jiashu asked nonsensical questions, and he patiently listened and explained in the simplest terms.
When Shen Zhii occasionally teased deliberately, he showed no impatience, glossing over it with a light smile.
Nan Wan suddenly realized, without panic or sharpness, perhaps this is how life is ant to be.
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After dinner.
Aunt Jing was in the kitchen tidying up dishes, Jiashu sat on the carpet watching cartoons, and Shen Zhii peeled an apple in her hand.
Her gaze turned from the second floor to Nan Wan beside her, smiling, "Haven’t you understood grandma’s temperant by now? Why worry unnecessarily?"
Mr. Mu was taken upstairs by grandma for a talk, while Mrs. Mu was eagerly waiting.
Nan Wan remained calm, sipping her tea, "Which eye of yours saw worrying?"
Shen Zhii was too lazy to expose her, after peeling the apple, she then cut it into small pieces, speaking as she went, "Have you noticed?"
"Noticed what?"
"Your interactions with Mr. Mu now are very natural, without pretense, avoidance, or resistance," Shen Zhii placed a piece of cut apple in front of her, "Nan Wan, do you know what this ans?"
Her eyes had returned to their usual calmness, with no hint of playful banter.
Nan Wan took the piece of fruit she offered, brought it to her lips, and took a bite, "Wh...at?"
Shen Zhii looked at her, "It ans you’re used to living with him now."
Nan Wan’s gaze fell on the fruit with a single bite mark, her eyes lowered, her voice light, "Wasn’t that bound to happen sooner or later?"
The word ’habit’ is defined in the dictionary as a lifestyle that develops over ti.
Which ans, no matter who you’re with, as long as there’s enough ti, it becos a ’habit’, not having much to do with the person.
Shen Zhii picked up her phone, glanced at the date on the screen, "But have you thought about it? It’s been less than two weeks since you got your marriage certificate."
After she said this, only the sound of the cartoon playing on the TV filled the living room.
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