"Keke, don't just chat with your dad, hurry up and drink your bone soup!"
In the evening, at the hotel suite where the Mu Family was staying, Zhou Ziyu had personally cooked a table full of dishes Keren loved to eat, of course, several of these were calcium-enriched medicinal dishes specially added for her hand that had fractured.
There was still one dish in the kitchen that hadn't been served, and Zhou Ziyu could only stand guard in the kitchen, eagerly watching Mu Keren and Mu Weidong talk and laugh.
"The soup is still a bit too hot; don't rush her. If she burns herself, I'll have words with you!" Mu Weidong certainly wasn't just preoccupied with monopolizing his daughter's conversation; his hand had actually been on the bowl of bone soup the whole time to make sure it didn't get cold.
At this moment, the soup was indeed a bit too hot. Mu Weidong was worried that Keren would burn herself, so he had been reluctant to let her touch the bowl.
