Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 285 An Incompetent Father
Mu Qingyang and Zeng Wenjie's grandfather began their sparring session right next to the brazier.

Hearing that his grandfather was the number one expert in the town, Mu Qingyang dared not be careless and immediately entered a state of complete concentration as soon as he made his move.

"Hiss... it can go down like that?"

"Ah... so that's how you can do it!"

"Uh... this works?"

Mu Qingyang is a weak 9D player on Yicheng Go. If he performs well enough, he might be able to compete with first-dan professional players.

Then Zeng Wenjie heard the old man talking to himself.

Mu Qingyang looked up at his grandfather with a puzzled expression and asked, "Grandpa, are you giving in to me?"

Grandpa couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly, saying, "Little Mu, your chess skills seem a bit terrifying?"

Mu Qingyang tilted his head, unable to understand why the town's number one expert only had this much strength.

Zeng Wenjie glanced at the chessboard and couldn't help but grin. It was utterly miserable!

"Can't you even give advice to others?" Zeng Wenjie asked, patting his grandfather on the shoulder.

"Give me pointers my ass! His skill level is far superior to mine; it's more like he's giving me pointers," Grandpa said irritably.

Having no other choice, Grandpa resigned and shook his head, saying, "Little Mu's Go skill is several levels above mine; we're not even in the same league. I can't beat him, I can't beat him!"

Mu Qingyang smiled a little embarrassedly, then glared at Zeng Wenjie.

Zeng Wenjie urged her to give it her all; little did she know that the old man's skill level was so far inferior to hers.

There aren't many people playing Go in China to begin with. The fact that the old man could become the number one Go player in a small town is purely because the place is small. He might not even be able to dominate in a county town, let alone when he encounters a 9D master like Mu Qingyang.

"Two more rounds, and you can give me some pointers," Grandpa said, eager to improve.

"Okay." Mu Qingyang obediently put away the chess pieces and started a new round of the game.

The two fought until Grandma came to call them for dinner. Mu Qingyang held back and gave up a move, which made the situation more intense, with the two sides trading blows.

Mu Qingyang was shocked when he saw the eight large bowls piled up quite high. He said, "What kind of dishes are these? They look delicious."

Zeng Wenjie said, "Our hometown's Eight Big Bowls has eight layers in total, and each layer has different ingredients. Try it."

Grandma smiled and said, "I wonder if our country dishes will suit Xiao Mu's taste?"

However, Mu Qingyang proved her wrong with his strength.

Her appetite was so impressive that even Zeng Wenjie thought it was astonishing. She quickly devoured more than half of those eight large bowls.

"Good, good, good! Little Mu has a good appetite. Being able to eat is a blessing!" Grandma was very happy and turned into a machine of enthusiastically urging him to eat more.

"Thank you, Grandma!" Mu Qingyang accepted the food and kept eating with her chopsticks.

Grandma asked, "Since you've come all this way, why don't you stay a couple more days?"

Zeng Wenjie shook his head and said, "She's a good student, she can't skip class. We'll go back tomorrow at noon."

Grandpa said, "Students should prioritize their studies."

When everyone else had stopped eating, Mu Qingyang was still gnawing on ribs.

She glanced at the three of them somewhat guiltily and asked weakly, "Why aren't you eating?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "Of course it's because I'm full! Eat more, this dish isn't available every day. Come on, let me get you some food!"

Mu Qingyang finished all eight bowls of the last dishes, and even his belly was quite round from being so full.

"I'm full, thank you Grandma!" Mu Qingyang put down his chopsticks and said to his grandmother.

"I'm glad you like it. If you want it in the future, just tell me and I'll make it for you." Grandma said kindly, finding the girl more and more pleasing to the eye.

She started clearing the dishes, and Mu Qingyang quickly got up to help. Little Mu was quite capable of doing housework.

Grandpa said to Zeng Wenjie, "Xiao Mu's family background must be very good, right?"

Zeng Wenjie asked, "How could you tell?"

Grandpa said, "Ordinary families can't raise children with such high Go skills."

Zeng Wenjie smiled, and his grandfather said, "Then you'd better work harder, otherwise you won't be good enough for her."

Mu Qingyang was helping her grandmother tidy up the dishes in the kitchen, listening to her rambling about Zeng Wenjie's childhood, with a happy smile on her face the whole time.

This smile, emanating from the heart, brings joy to the viewer and makes them feel good.

"I'm going out for a walk." Grandpa stood up, put his hands behind his back, and went out the door.

After tidying up, Grandma showed Mu Qingyang a photo album. It contained many unflattering photos of Zeng Wenjie as a child, which made Mu Qingyang laugh. He thought Zeng Wenjie looked like a mud monkey when he was little, always dirty.

When she was little, she was always fair-skinned and clean-cut, and her mother would dress her up like a princess.

"Come on, Mu, I'll take you out to feed the dogs," Zeng Wenjie snapped his fingers and said.

"Okay!" Mu Qingyang hurriedly got up and followed.

The dog named "WarGreymon" is a country dog ​​that lives in a kennel near the vegetable garden and is responsible for guarding the garden for his grandmother.

Upon seeing Zeng Wenjie arrive, they immediately ran up to him excitedly.

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but think of his golden retriever, and a pang of sadness struck him.

Seeing that no one was around, Zeng Wenjie took out a cigarette, and Mu Qingyang quickly went over to take the lighter and help him light it.

"Your grandma is such a kind person," Mu Qingyang couldn't help but sigh.

“Your grandmother must be doing very well; I can feel it from your longing and affection for her,” Zeng Wenjie responded.

Mu Qingyang squatted down, patted WarGreymon's head, and said, "My dad doesn't like me, but my grandma likes me a lot. After my mom passed away, she took care of me."

Zeng Wenjie asked, "I've always been curious, why doesn't your father like such a beautiful and lovely daughter like you?"

Mu Qingyang was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Perhaps it's because I look a bit like my mother."

Zeng Wenjie was taken aback. What was the reason?

“He doesn’t like my mother either.” Mu Qingyang smiled helplessly.

"why?"

"do not know."

"That's okay, there are plenty of people who like you anyway, one more won't make a difference."

Mu Qingyang nodded happily, stood up, and said, "I really want to stay here for a few more days."

Zeng Wenjie said, "Since you don't want to go home for the New Year anyway, why don't you come to my house to celebrate the New Year!"

Mu Qingyang was stunned upon hearing this, his face full of surprise, and asked, "Is that alright?"

Zeng Wenjie then said, "Why not? We're the best of friends, if we can't even do this kind of thing, then what kind of best of friends are we!"

Little Mu said enthusiastically, "Okay, then I'll spend the New Year here this year!"

Zeng Wenjie looked at Mu Qingyang's profile and felt somewhat unhappy.

How could anyone not like such an adorable little Mu?

He doesn't understand.

So, was the story of the strong woman Mu Qingyang from her previous life going up to the rooftop also inextricably linked to her incompetent father?
(End of this chapter)