Why hadn't he acknowledged him?!
Not to mention Old Master Qin regretted it so much his intestines were turning green.
Meanwhile, Cheng Lang clearly had no idea the old master was grumbling about him like that in his heart. Hearing Old Master Qin recount Qin Mu's childhood stories, Cheng Lang found them rather amusing. He leaned close to Qin Mu and whispered with a smile, "I never expected you to have had such a lively side as a child."
Qin Mu still wore his usual expressionless face as he said quietly, "Wei Purple was a koi Grandpa raised to eat. Orchids and chives were no different to it anyway."
In other words, it was not his fault. He had only meant well.
Cheng Lang could not help laughing.
Standing nearby, Qin Mi watched coldly as his grandfather reminisced while Qin Mu and Cheng Lang acted all lovey-dovey. He could not help rolling his eyes. In his opinion, they should not have eaten any plum blossom cakes during the New Year. They had been angered and cursed with bad luck—this New Year was simply unbearable!
It was the dead of winter, with freezing skies and frozen ground, so no one stayed outside for long. After walking around a little to wake themselves up, they returned indoors.
Everyone gathered in the main hall to drink tea, chat, listen to opera, and play cards. Cheng Lang slipped away to a small flower parlor and called Shen Huaiyu.
Shen Huaiyu was at the hospital, caring for his younger brother, Shen Wojin. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, there were not many people in the hospital. Any patients who could walk and move had found ways to return home for the holiday, leaving only critically ill patients and doctors on duty.
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