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Baili Xia’s forehead was lined with frustration.

She had just been thinking about preparing a meal for him, forgetting that he could only use his left hand now.

However, even a right-handed person using their left hand might just have awkward movements, but it should still be usable.

She curved her lips slightly, as if she saw through Mu Xiaojiu’s little tricks.

A handsome man like Uncle must find using his left hand to eat too awkward, so he didn’t want to move.

Is he really that concerned about his image?

But seeing he still didn’t move, Baili Xia had to reach out and take his bowl back again.

“I’ll feed you,” she said softly, not noticing the barely perceptible smile at the corner of a certain man’s lips.

Mu Xiaojiu’s heart trembled, and his gaze fell on her face.

Has this girl completely let down her guard around him?

Mu Xiaoyao sat at the far end, his fingertips trembled slightly.

Uncle, what a seasoned player, dealing with girls like this.

Mu Xiaoyao suddenly felt a bit more admiration for him, it seems, with age comes wisdom.

Mu Xiaojiu gave him a faint glance, and Mu Xiaoyao immediately bowed his head to eat, not daring to look around anymore.

Baili Xia picked up the chopsticks, delivering food to Mu Xiaojiu’s mouth one bite at a time.

Mu Xiaojiu didn’t feel embarrassed at all, gladly accepting her service.

This feeling, it seems to have been a long time…

While eating, Ye Hua stood behind them, instructing the servants, seemingly about New Year’s matters.

“Mr. Ye Hua, does Mr. Xiaojiu have any special instructions for what to buy?” a servant asked.

Ye Hua said lightly, “No, Mr. Xiaojiu never bothers with these things.”

In the Mu Mansion, Mu Xiaojiu didn’t need to worry about such matters either, he didn’t have much anticipation for the New Year.

Since childhood, his mind was filled with thoughts of revenge.

The old man was the enemy; inside, Mr.

Xiaojiu never truly enjoyed the New Year.

When it was almost New Year, he would just go to the main house for formalities and that was it.

But, this year’s situation is different from before.

The old man is no longer here, and the main house has become Mr.

Xuri’s place.

The people at Sihai Residence will celebrate the New Year here.

Thinking about it, Ye Hua added, “Just follow last year’s main house preparations, get what you need.”

The servant, feeling helpless, could only nod and go to prepare.

Baili Xia inexplicably felt that Sihai Residence seemed a bit desolate.

Although there were many people, it lacked a certain vitality.

Even on such a big day as New Year’s, no one took it seriously.

After the servant left, Baili Xia watched Mu Xiaojiu swallow the food and asked softly, “Uncle, what do you want to eat for New Year?”

Mu Xiaojiu’s eyes moved slightly, thinking for a moment, then said lightly, “What do you usually eat for New Year?”

He was never picky about food, even during past New Years he just ate whatever casually and returned from the main house.

Being asked what he wanted to eat specifically for New Year is something he honestly didn’t know.

Baili Xia’s eyes inadvertently showed a trace of sympathy, has Uncle never truly experienced the New Year’s atmosphere?

“We usually eat dumplings or tangyuan for New Year, and prepare fried meat, fried tofu.”

“But customs vary by region, some prepare rice cakes too.”

Pausing, she asked again, “Uncle, what are your plans for this New Year?”

Mu Xiaojiu looked at her and gently shook his head.

“I haven’t thought about it, do you have any ideas?”

Baili Xia pouted, indeed, a bunch of men at Sihai Residence, none would worry about these things.

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