This answer seems absurd, but it is actually extremely true.

After pausing for a while, the head of the clan Mu continued to say, "It is impossible for a human to have seven emotions and six desires. Some children just happen to fit their own wishes everywhere, and it is difficult to be biased.

Because feelings are accumulated, and love will only increase. It’s not that others do anything wrong, but that the thing about eye is really amazing.”

Clan Chief Mu never conceals his bias, but he treats everyone equally on the surface.

Then give all children a feeling that although they are biased, they also value others and will not harm the interests of others because of bias.

Many times, what causes the contradiction is not the bias itself, but the threats and losses suffered as a result.

The leader of the Mu clan felt that Mu Hai was not wrong in favor of Mu Da, but was too disgusted and treated his own son as an enemy.

Mu Yao: I still can’t empathize.

Perhaps, people are really different.

"Forget it, it makes no sense to ask these."

Is he looking forward to Mu Hai's bias?

No!

On the contrary, just thinking about it makes me feel goosebumps all over my body.

Not willing to give up?

Not really!

After all, I knew who he was long ago.

Maybe I really can't understand why people like Mu Hai have this question.

"You can't say that, at least you understand how to deal with this kind of thing," said Matriarch Mu, "If you have children in the future, you can be partial, but you must be sure. The palms and backs of your hands are full of flesh. It doesn't matter if you have more flesh, and the ones with less flesh should not hurt you. We have to shoulder the responsibility of being a father."

"There will be no other children," Mu Yao explained with a smile, "It's enough to have one Nanzai in this life."

I probably understand this feeling.

When I think of someone who separates Nanzai from being favored, there is a kind of rejection and dislike in my instinct.

In fact, this is also a kind of bias.

"This matter is not your final say," Chief Mu glanced at a certain place, meaningful. "The young couple slept in the same bed and did not cause any death, which only means that their physique is not good."

After a pause, he added, "Of course, what I'm talking about is that your wife is weak, so you can't blame you all."

What's the meaning?

Mu Yao narrowed his eyes.

I always feel that I am underestimated.

But I feel embarrassed to talk to outsiders casually about the matter between the couple.

Not to mention, since Nan Zai, a debt collector, he has rarely been intimate with his wife.

Because of the pain of the foot, even if the leader of the Mu clan left, Mu Yao was still so embarrassed that he couldn't lift himself up.

Even maltose cannot save that depressed heart.

"Dad," Nan Zai was a little unhappy, "Mom has worked hard to make maltose. Don't waste it if you don't want to eat it."

He took a bite and frowned. Qiu Da Kushen looked like he was taking some poison.

Excessive!

"I don't like it, why do you suddenly ask this?"

Su Dai pointed out speechlessly outside the door, "Go back to the room and look in the mirror to see what his expression is. Those who don't know think you are dissatisfied with us mother and mother."

I was in a very unhappy mood.

Maltose is a result that you have been trying hard to get after a long time, and it is not cherished.

Want to explode every minute.

The malt made from sugar is not the first batch, but the sprouts that Su Dai later re-launched.

The batch was not boiled into sugar due to fermentation problems, and wasted so many wheat grains.

Therefore, both Su Dai and Nanzai were careful about the finished product this time.

"How could I be dissatisfied with you?" Mu Yao didn't want to refute, "at most it's just dislike Nanzai!"

"I'm very well-behaved today," Nan Zai counted what he did with his fingers. "I memorized half an hour's book in the morning, then went to the kitchen to help my mother burn the fire, then practiced writing for an hour, and did arithmetic problems."

"That's right," Su Dai glared at Mu Er, "He did nothing wrong, why did you take your anger for no reason?"

"Isn't it wrong to stay in our bed every day if I don't go back to my room?" Mu Yao was dissatisfied, "How old is he, you are still so spoiled. Sooner or later, you're arrogant."

"No," Su Dai was dissatisfied and lowered her voice to warn, "Don't be dissatisfied with the desire to find fault on purpose."

After saying that, he rubbed his husband's dog head comfortably.

She no longer minds being honest with Mu Yao or even fighting with fairies, but relatively speaking, her son's feelings are more important.

Although she didn't know what was going on, she, a mother, clearly felt that her son was extremely insecure.

Like a little tail, he wandered around them every day. Even if he couldn't be distracted by writing, he or his husband had to stay where he could see it.

Once you can't find someone, even if the surface is not different, you will obviously feel panicked.

Su Dai didn't know that she misunderstood Nanzai.

It’s not that Nan Zai can’t live without her parents, but that she is too worried about her.

All the memories in my mind told Nan Zai that her mother was as fragile as a porcelain doll, and even the mother-in-law, Old Zhou, cursed her for being a short-lived ghost.

The rest of the Mu family are not so straightforward, and they complain a lot about sick people in private.

So much so that he had the illusion that his mother would pass away at any time.

When I lived in the old house, I had a lot of people. Once there was anything wrong, I would be discovered soon.

But after moving to the town, there was only one family of three, and his father was not at home, so he could only be vigilant.

It was a little too nervous when it fell into Su Dai's eyes.

However, as Su Dai's health became better and better, this situation gradually improved.

Once again, Nan Zai was not surprised when he heard his father complaining. After patting Mu Yao on the shoulder, he comforted him seriously, "Don't worry, I will leave when I grow up."

puff!

The heart was stabbed hard.

It’s better not to say that, at least it’s not that desperate.

More than ten years later, he is powerless even if he is willing?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Mu Yao lifted his son to the yard and pressed it on a small stool, took away the bowl from his hand, and then squatted in front of him, and ate all the malt sugar contained in the bowl.

At the end, he emptied the bowl and smiled provocatively, "No one left, nothing is gone!"

Nan Zai was confused by this series of actions. He stared at Mu Yao blankly, his eyes wide open.

It took a while to react, and then, tears burst out from anger, "Bad man, go away!"

All the bamboo shoots on the mountain were taken away by Mu Yao!

Su Dai was also stunned by this scene. Her eyes similar to Nanzai looked at her husband in disbelief, and her voice was trembling, "Are you immoral?"

Bullying children is too young to resist, right?

Isn’t it just to curb your beastly heart, as for such revenge?

"Not immoral at all," Mu Yao deliberately bounced his son's face, "I'm balanced when I see him so angry."

He can't be uncomfortable alone, right?

Hearing this, Nan Zai, who was originally just sobbing, completely opened his voice.

Su Dai hugged the person in his arms and coaxed him for a while, and asked Mu Yao to use a bowl to fill twice the amount of sugar as compensation, and the little guy gradually stopped crying.
Chapter completed!