Mu Qingli took the fish soup from Old Madam Fu's hands and expressed her gratitude, then added, "It's just a school skills competition."
"When is the date of the competition?" Fu Lanshen pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth.
Old Madam Fu sneakily glanced at Fu Lanshen, her eyes brimming with barely concealed laughter.
It really was a case of a special remedy for a special malady.
The grandson who was like an iceberg had finally met the right person.
The fish soup smelled somewhat fishy. Holding her breath, Mu Qingli quickly drank it all in one gulp, "I think it's on the 8th of next month, still over half a month away."
Fu Lanshen nodded slightly, remaining silent.
After dinner, Fu Lanshen drove Mu Qingli to school.
He opened the car door for her, and carefully shielded her head with his hand to prevent it from hitting the car roof.
All these actions, Fu Lanshen performed them incredibly naturally.