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Chapter 448: Medicine Down

Chapter 448: Chapter 448: Medicine Down

Old Mu heard the laughter and cheerful voices from the Zhou Family outside but was filled with infinite hatred in his heart.

However, he quickly seemed to think of something else, letting out a deep sigh, and then lowered his head to get busy.

"Xiao Feng, do you miss daddy?" Zhou Guicheng asked, holding his son with a face full of affection.

"No, I don’t."

"You little heartless one, I’ve been thinking about you every day," Zhou Guicheng pretended to be angry and said.

Zhou Shucheng and others sat on the sofa, watching Zhou Guicheng playfully tease his son.

"You didn’t even buy me toys, and yet you ask if I miss you," Zhou Xiaofeng said cunningly.

Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this, and Zhou Guicheng laughed as well, feeling extremely happy.

"The meal is ready, tidy up the table," Old Mu said, coming out from the kitchen.

Zhou Maoshu quickly stood up from the sofa, pulling Old Mu and saying, "Thank you, Uncle Mu, leave the rest to Xiaoju and the others."

Huang Ju and Zhou Guicheng’s wife quickly got up to help.

Old Mu did not stand on ceremony, directly taking off his apron and handing it to Huang Ju.

He smiled and said to Zhou Xiaofeng, who was in Zhou Guicheng’s arms, "Grandpa Mu’s big chicken leg is ready; let your grandma get it for you."

"Big chicken leg?"

Zhou Xiaofeng’s eyes lit up, struggling to get down from his father’s arms.

Zhou Guicheng did not insist, putting his son down and continuing to chat with them.

The two women quickly brought out the dishes from the kitchen, and Zhou Maoshu also took out a bottle of alcohol.

"Today is a happy day, Old Mu, have a drink too," Zhou Maoshu said.

"The doctor said I can’t drink," Old Mu said.

"Uncle Mu, just a little, it’s okay to drink a little," Zhou Guicheng also persuaded.

Upon hearing this, Old Mu hesitated slightly, then nodded and said, "Then I’ll have a little, just a little, not too much."

"Don’t worry, you won’t, just a little sip," Zhou Maoshu said with a smile, about to pour wine for Old Mu.

Zhou Guicheng hurriedly stood up and said, "Dad, let me do it."

He took the wine from Zhou Maoshu, looked at it, and said with some surprise, "Oh, it’s the old mountain orchid."

The mountain orchid wine from Qionghai is known as the Moutai of Qionghai and is quite famous.

"This was brought over by Uncle Mu," Zhou Maoshu said with a smile.

Old Mu explained with a smile, "The leftover, it’s a pity to throw it away, so I brought it over for your dad to drink."

"Why throw it away? It’s a good thing and hasn’t been damaged."

Zhou Guicheng examined the bottle, seeing that the seal was intact, he then opened it and poured a glass for everyone present.

Except for Zhou Xiaofeng, everyone there drank, though the two women drank a little less.

By this time, Zhou Xiaofeng was holding a chicken leg, already halfway through it, his face covered in grease.

"Try the chestnut chicken I cooked."

The chestnuts from Qionghai are famous, and the chickens are equally renowned; Shen Siyuan’s family farm raises these local chickens.

The combination creates a famous dish, chestnut braised chicken, but few can cook it well, and Old Mu is one of the few.

Hearing this, everyone didn’t stand on ceremony, each picking up a piece.

Old Mu also reached with his chopsticks, but he wasn’t picking for himself; he picked for Zhou Xiaofeng.

"Eat your own, don’t worry about him."

Zhou Maoshu politely said, picking up his cup, wanting to clink glasses with Old Mu.

Old Mu didn’t stand on ceremony, raised his cup, and clinked glasses with Zhou Maoshu, but he really just sipped it lightly with his lips.

"You really won’t drink?" Zhou Maoshu said a bit helplessly.

"Eat, eat..." Old Mu said with a smile.

Everyone started moving their chopsticks, enjoying the delicacies before them, and Old Mu was no exception.

Time passed quickly, gradually, everyone became somewhat intoxicated, and their minds seemed to grow dull.

At this moment, Old Mu suddenly sighed, "Time flies, you’re a grandpa now."

"Who would say otherwise, we are all old, now it’s up to the younger generation," Zhou Maoshu said.

"I still remember you and Xiaoju often went on long trips, Small Success always at my house with your sister-in-law taking care of him..."

"Yes, thanks to Sis-in-law, we made some money during that time, and life gradually got better, but Sis-in-law had a hard time, Small Success, toast your Uncle Mu, thank you for taking care of you all these years..."

Hearing this, Zhou Maosheng picked up a cup wanting to stand up, but his body went soft, unable to stand.

"Sit, sit..." Old Mu said with a smile.

"Uncle Mu, this wine has a strong aftertaste," Zhou Maosheng said with a slur.

"It’s not the wine’s aftertaste, it’s because I drugged you," Old Mu said with a cheerful laugh.

"Old Mu, you really know how to joke," Zhou Maoshu said.

"Brother Mu, you didn’t drink much, why are you talking nonsense?" Huang Ju also said with a smile.

Only Zhou Guicheng felt a chill all over, with a vague sense of unease in his heart.

Old Mu didn’t answer Zhou Maoshu and his wife’s words but asked with a smile, "Small Success..."

"Uncle Mu."

Zhou Guicheng wanted to stand up but found his body soft, devoid of any strength.

"Since you were a child, I treated you like my own son, but why did you kill Fei Yan?" Old Mu looked at Zhou Guicheng, his face devoid of a smile, only coldness.

"Old Mu, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhou Maoshu excitedly tried to stand but his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground.

"I haven’t drunk a single drop of the wine, how could I be talking nonsense?" Old Mu helped Zhou Maoshu up.

At this time, Huang Ju and the others also wanted to get up but all fell to the ground.

"Don’t struggle, I didn’t use too much or too little drug, you can’t get up. I tested it on myself," Old Mu said.

He then helped them all sit properly on the sofa, even Zhou Xiaofeng, who was already fast asleep.

Zhou Maoshu and his wife, and Zhou Guicheng’s wife all felt horrified, as if the family was about to be annihilated.

Zhou Maoshu felt his muddled brain clearing a bit and, in panic, questioned, not daring to swear for fear of angering Old Mu.

"Old Mu, when did our family ever wrong you? Can you face your conscience..."

"Are you crazy, drugging us like this, what are you trying to do..."

"Old Mu, if you have grievances, tell us, please don’t do something foolish..."

...

Huang Ju and Zhou Guicheng’s wife also pleaded, while only Zhou Guicheng remained coldly watching Old Mu without saying a word.

"Whether your family has wronged me is up to your son to answer," Old Mu said coldly.

He then turned directly and went to the room Zhou Maoshu arranged for him.

Seeing him leave, Zhou Maoshu and the others tried struggling to leave again, but their bodies were as limp as if boneless, with consciousness only partially remaining.

"Small Success, what did Old Mu mean just now?" Zhou Maoshu, somewhat recovering his wits, looked at his son with suspicion.

Zhou Guicheng frowned and said, "How would I know what he means? He’s probably over-stimulated and gone mad."

Zhou Guicheng’s wife couldn’t be bothered with much else, struggling to check on their son.

At this moment, Old Mu came out of the room with a cloth roll.

Then under the gaze of several people, he moved the dishes on the table aside, spread out the cloth roll, revealing a set of tools gleaming coldly.

PS: That’s it~