Smelling the fragrance of porridge and the sweet and sour aroma of Sobering-up Soup in the air, Mu Shaoci's mood inexplicably brightened.
He walked into the kitchen, leaning on the door frame, watching the woman spoon some porridge, blow on it, and stealthily taste it.
"Wow, this tastes so good. Skinflint Mu would definitely love it."
"Skinflint Mu?" Mu Shaoci didn't expect to have been given such a nickname.
Shen Lu suddenly turned around and saw Mu Shaoci giving her a menacing smile.
This is it, a major social death scene!
She licked her lips, "President Mu, you heard wrong. I said Father Mu. You are like my father."
Mu Shaoci raised his handsome eyebrows, "Father Mu?"
Shen Lu nodded repeatedly, "You give me so much money every month, in my heart, I've long regarded you as my foster parent."
She watched Mu Shaoci step closer, her nervousness causing her to grip the spoon tightly.
The steam from the porridge pot made the whole kitchen feel warmer.
