"In the kitchen." Ye Hua glanced back towards the direction of the side hall and couldn't help but smile.
"Probably... Mr. Xiaojiu wasn't feeling well, so they went to make chicken soup for Mr. Xiaojiu."
Mu Xiaojiu cast a fleeting glance at him, and Ye Hua immediately pursed his thin lips, correcting his expression.
"Just... a joke, Don't mind it, Mr. Xiaojiu."
"It seems you're in good health." Mu Xiaojiu's gaze still clung onto his face; a meaningful smile slowly crept onto his lips.
It was a casual smile, but Ye Hua felt a chill down his spine with just one look.
"Mr. Xiaojiu..."
"If you are so healthy, wasting your time doing nothing is a shame. Look for Lingchuan and Xiaoyao, and run a lap to the back mountain."
"Mr. Xiaojiu..." The color drained from Ye Hua's face, and a cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.
The back mountain... Just how big is that back mountain? Has Mr Xiaojiu ever measured it properly?