In the dining room.

In front of Mumu, there was soup and rice, as well as some dishes that Aunt Zhou had placed on a little plate. However, he was sitting decently on the chair without moving his chopsticks.

"Mumu, why don't you eat?" Aunt Zhou asked with concern, "Is the food not to your taste? Tell grandma what you'd like to eat. I'll cook it for you tomorrow!"

Mumu shook his head and said, "We have to wait for Mr. Mu."

"Ouch." Aunt Zhou ...