Looking at the bamboo tubes scattered on the ground, Mu Dashan and Yu Si Niang were both quite taken aback.
However, their daughter wasn't angry, which was a relief for them.
"Made them into skewers, and later we'll be threading some vegetables onto them. We'll eat this tonight. Oh, Dad, remember to tell Luo Bai in the school that he should come over for dinner tonight!
Also, do keep an eye on the school for me. Recently, Fengzi and I might be busy helping our cousin with the pigsty matters."
Mu Shuangshuang did not forget to remind Mu Dashan.
As for the school, she had long stopped worrying about it, as Mu Dashan was more suitable and cared more about the children.
"Yes! Shuangshuang, about what happened earlier, what your grandfather said, don't take it to heart. I've decided that our family won't attend such family meetings anymore."
Mu Dashan expressed the thoughts he had buried for a long time.
