Zhang Ma was also confused by Mr. Shen's word game.
Despite his age, he has so many thoughts.
"Mumu, do you want to go to this invitation?" Zhang Ma tried to ask.
Qiao Simu fell into silence.
Privately, she didn't want to have too much contact with these Shen family members.
No matter it was Shen Mingyue in the past or Shen Qingfeng and Shen Qingyue now, whenever she met them, nothing good would happen and there would always be a lot of trouble waiting for her.
But……
She didn't dislike Mr. Shen, she even had a little fondness for him, and had the urge to get close to him.
However, she herself couldn't explain the reason.
"If you don't want to go, then I'll help you refuse without you having to come forward." Zhang Ma said.
After a pause, he added: "Anyway, they did something so cruel before. Even if they apologize, they can't erase what they did. The best relationship between us is that we don't offend the river. After all, they don't have the right to say anything."
."
As soon as Zhang Ma finished speaking, the phone rang.
Zhang Ma took one look and said to Qiao Simu, "It's Mr. Shen."
Qiao Simu pursed her lips and nodded towards Zhang Ma.
"Hello, Ms. Zhang, I wonder if you still remember me?" Mr. Shen asked Mother Zhang with a smile, and his words were very polite.
Without reaching out to hit the smiling man, Zhang Ma could only reply to Mr. Shen in a gentle tone: "You are Mr. Shen, of course I remember."
Mr. Shen was very satisfied: "Well, just remember it. I asked someone to send an invitation to Mu Mu. I wonder if Mu Mu saw it?"
Zhang Ma glanced at Qiao Simu, and Qiao Simu nodded again.
Zhang Ma said: "Mu Mu saw it and knew about it, but...if I can take the liberty to ask, why did you invite Mu Mu to the Shen family?"
In the eyes of outsiders, the two of them are servants and fools, and they have nothing to gain, especially for the head of a wealthy family like Mr. Shen.
Mr. Shen asked sincerely: "Actually, there is no other reason. I just simply like this girl Mumu, and I feel like we are old friends at first sight.
Although I have a son and grandchildren, they all have their own affairs to be busy with and usually don’t have much time to spend time with me, so I was wondering if Mu Mu could come and accompany me?"
Zhang Ma said: "Mr. Shen, Mu Mu has nothing to do with you."
Mr. Shen sighed: "I know, but...just think of it as fulfilling an old man's wish."
Zhang Ma looked at Qiao Simu again, waiting for Qiao Simu's decision.
Mr. Shen continued: "If Mu Mu doesn't want to come to the Shen family, I can go to your place."
After a pause, Mr. Shen's words were very melancholy: "I have been living in Kyoto these years, and all my old friends are also in Kyoto. There are not many old friends left in Yan City. I really just hope that I can have
A junior can talk to me, it’s that simple, nothing more..."
Listening to Mr. Shen's words, Qiao Simu felt a little sad for no reason.
Zhang Ma is still waiting for Qiao Simu's answer.
Qiao Simu thought silently for a long time, and finally nodded by accident.
After nodding, Qiao Simu himself was stunned.
Why did she agree?
Zhang Ma asked Qiao Simu with her mouth: 'Are you sure?'
Qiao Simu pursed her lips and nodded again.
Just going to chat with an old man is nothing.
"Then please tell me a time." Zhang Ma said to Mr. Shen.
Mr. Shen was obviously very happy to get Zhang Ma's time: "It depends on Mu Mu's time. Mu Mu can come whenever she is free. I am always at home."
Qiao Simu looked at her next arrangements and wrote two words to Zhang Ma——
tomorrow.
"Then let's do it tomorrow."
Mr. Shen was even more happy: "Okay, okay, I'll have someone pick up Mumu at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Oh, no, young people have to sleep in. Isn't nine o'clock too early? Then, later, ten
O'clock? Or eleven o'clock? I'm here just in time for lunch."
Qiao Simu made a "nine" sign.
Zhang's mother: "Mumu usually gets up very early, at nine o'clock."
"Okay, okay, go to bed early and get up early, you are a good boy." Mr. Shen was very pleased and excited.
After confirming the time, Mr. Shen went to ask Qiao Simu about his taste.
Listening to what Zhang Ma said about Qiao Simu's taste, Mr. Shen's eyes suddenly turned red.
"Okay, okay, I understand. I will definitely let Mumu enjoy it tomorrow." Mr. Shen said.
After hanging up the phone, Mr. Shen wiped his moist eyes and immediately called the housekeeper: "Go and arrange a car. Go to Yating International to pick up Mu Mulai tomorrow morning. We will go at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. No,
At half past seven, I’ll go too.”
The housekeeper tried to say: "Sir, it's only twenty minutes away from here to Yating International, so you don't have to go so early."
Mr. Shen glared at him: "What if there's a traffic jam on the road? We can't keep Mu Mu waiting for a long time. Even if we go early, we'll have to wait in the car."
As he spoke, Mr. Shen said again: "It's early, that's good. Let the kitchen prepare some breakfast early tomorrow. I'll just bring it to Mu Mu. If you arrive early, you can eat with Mu Mu at Yating International.
A breakfast.”
The housekeeper looked at Mr. Shen and felt that something was wrong with him.
Mr. Shen didn't notice anything strange about the housekeeper at all. He immediately took out a blank piece of paper from the side and wrote some breakfast on it: "Let the kitchen prepare these tomorrow. I think Mumu will like it."
The butler took Mr. Shen's breakfast menu and fell silent again: "Is this... a little too much?"
Hasn’t the old man always followed the path of frugality? Every day, the food on the Shen family’s dinner table is cooked to just the right amount.
Mr. Shen waved his hand and said: "This, this is not the first time to have breakfast with Mu Mu. I'm not sure if she likes all these. If she doesn't like to eat, then she won't be full. She needs to prepare more.
Some."
"I'll send it to the kitchen right away," the butler said.
"Wait a minute, there are also menus for lunch and dinner. I have also thought of some dishes. You can hand them over to the kitchen later."
After saying that, Mr. Shen immediately started working hard again, writing down one dish after another very seriously. Occasionally, he would think carefully and make modifications to the menu.
When the final menu came out, the butler couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the dishes on it: "Master, these dishes are not..."
Mr. Shen let out a long sigh, whether it was regret or relief, and nodded to the butler: "Yes, these are the dishes you see. Let others prepare them."
As he said that, Mr. Shen had a somewhat expectant and happy smile on his face: "I didn't expect that Mu Mu's taste turned out to be so similar to hers..."