439 FOOD

To appease Mu Lan, Mu Feng had to beg his mother to cook another bowl of chicken soup in the evening. He looked very pitiful and said, "Mother, sister Lan Lan liked your chicken soup so much that, her taste buds cannot taste anything else. She is vomiting no matter what type of food she was eating. She is only mumbling your name. Maybe she is longing for your cook. Her mother died when she was two. She looks so pitiful. Seeing her like this, even big brother stopped eating and was sitting quietly beside her. It was so heart wrenching that I cannot bare it anymore. Mother, please cook her some food."

Jing Sheng was having evening tea peacefully at her own room. Hearing from his second son that Mu Lan acting like that she was surprised. "Ah, that bad? Why didn't you say so earlier? I can cook as much as she wants."

Again, someone fell for Mu Feng's trap. His acting skill was truly top notch.

However, he could only envy his sister Lan Lan right now.