"You can eat it too!" Mu Qingyang took a chicken leg and put it in Hualang's bowl.

"Hmm. Hua Lang didn't say much, and the "thank you" already made him instantly understand Mu Qingyang's words. Indeed, which sentence "by the way" made him passive himself. Some don't admit themselves, and they can be self-defeating. It's that I have a lot to say, so what General Mu says is what it is.

Hua Lang thought about it and lowered his head and ate the dish that Mu Qingyang had just picked up in the bowl.

"Qingyang, I want to eat it too. Mu Ziding pouted with a mouth that could almost hang an oil bottle, handed his bowl to Mu Qingyang's eyes, and stared at the chicken leg in Hualang's bowl, with envy on his face. Qingyang would give Hua Lang cloth vegetables, and he also wanted the same treatment.

"Huh?" Mu Qingyang blinked her bright eyes, she didn't expect Mu Ziding to be like this, but a chicken has only two legs in total, she ate one and gave Xiaohuahua a clip, uh.

"Then let's have chicken wings, and comb your hair after eating. Mu Qing smiled and sandwiched a fat chicken wing into the bowl of the curtain ding, she remembered that when she was a child, her grandfather would always tell her that she would comb her hair after eating chicken wings, and her grandfather's kind and kind face appeared in front of her.

Suddenly, Mu Qingyang's heart tightened, followed by a burst of colic, for a long time, I haven't seen my grandfather for a long time, her parents divorced when she was a child, and she depended on her grandfather for her life, but she is older, has her own study and work, and the fast-paced city life makes her have to reduce the time to go home very little.

Since she traveled to this era, Mu Qingyang's mind has engraved this paragraph, she doesn't dare to think about it, and she can't think about it. But now, she has to face this inescapable reality, she has a grandfather, and now she doesn't know how? I don't know what kind of state her skin would be in in the distant era where she once lived, whether it was "life" or "death"? She didn't know why at all.

"Qingyang, what's wrong with you?"

"General Mu, but what's uncomfortable?"

"Young Master?" The three people beside her discovered that something was wrong with Mu Qingyang almost at the same time.

"Hmm...... It's nothing, it's just a little, a little spicy. Mu Qingyang stroked his chest and pretended to be calm and changed the topic.

"......" Hua Lang was speechless, General Mu would actually say spicy?

"......" Mu Bing is embarrassed, is the young master talking about spicy?

"Then Qingyang, you eat less, look at your spicy sweat ......" Mu Ziding looked at the dense beads of sweat on her forehead, and hurriedly raised her sleeves and carefully wiped them.

Mu Bing was watching from the side, and was about to go up to block it like before, when he suddenly thought of the identity of Mu Ziding, and he was no longer the "Ding Gongzi" who had no choice but to suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart, and could only stare dryly on the side.

"I'll do it myself. Mu Qingyang was also unaccustomed to pushing away Mu Ziding's arm and wiped it twice with his sleeve.

"Bing'er, you can also make it and eat it!" Mu Qingyang looked at Mu Bing who was pestle on the side, wanting to divert everyone's attention from him, afraid that he would unconsciously show some horses.

Sure enough, Mu Bing, who was still looking at Mu Qingyang with concern just now, was stunned, and the movements in his hands stopped for a few seconds, although he basically ate at the same table with the young master on weekdays, but at this moment, on this table, a prince, a minister, and the young master of his family, which one is not the dragon and phoenix among the people, and the identity is prominent! Didn't you tell her before to leave him alone?! The young master will be the wrong tendon again, and he will say this.