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When Wen Yanqing had been recognized by Mr. Wen, he was already a young man with his own thoughts and opinions. He was also past the age where he admired his father.

He looked at his surroundings calmly and rationally. He did what he had to do, but he still didn’t like this place.

His future home must not become like this.

He brought Lin Gantang away and returned to the Lin residence.

“You’re back so soon?” Mr. Lin was very surprised.

“It’s getting late. We came back to help you. My father asked us to bring this to you,” Wen Yanqing handed the wine to Mr. Lin.

Mr. Lin recognized at a glance that it was a wine of excellent quality. The smile on his face deepened. “Old Wen is too polite. Have a seat with Gantang. I’m not busy.”

How could it be, preparing a New Year’s Eve dinner for so many? Wen Yanqing did not listen to him and went into the kitchen to help with the ingredients. Although Mr. Lin said that he did not need it, he could definitely benefit from it.

Mr. Lin insisted on cooking by himself. Wen Yanqing could not persuade him, so he wiped his hands and went to look for Lin Gantang.

Lin Gantang had fallen asleep and was leaning on the sofa with her mouth slightly open.

Wen Yanqing secretly kissed her, his eyes filled with pure love. He caressed her eyebrows and smiled mildly before returning to the room to get a blanket to cover her with.

Lin Gantang slept for more than half an hour before she hazily opened her eyes and saw Wen Yanqing sitting on the armchair.

He gently scratched Sweet Wine’s chin. Sweet Wine raised its head comfortably. The three cats surrounded him and seemed to like him very much.

There was an imperceptible smile on his lips. It was like a warm spring breeze that stirred up waves in Lin Gantang’s heart.

Lin Gantang felt that she was done for. Seeing him smile could make her heart soften. She wanted to rub against him and stick to him like Sweet Wine in his arms.

Lin Gantang glanced at Mr. Lin in the kitchen and gave up regretfully.

She stretched her back and hugged the blanket that had slipped off her body. She felt lazy and unwilling to move.

“You’re awake?” Wen Yanqing put down Sweet Wine. “I don’t see Ximi. Isn’t it at home?”

“It’s probably having fun in the small garden. It’ll come back when it’s tired.”

Sure enough, Ximi came in not long after. There were still some dried grass in its hair.

In high spirits, Mr. Lin cooked up a storm. It was still early when he called for everyone to come down for dinner.

Lin Gantang walked toward the dining room, dragging her feet.

Lin Zhaonan greeted Wen Yanqing with unusual enthusiasm and filled his bowl with rice. “It’s your first time having a taste of Dad’s cooking, right? You’re in luck. Have more, have more.”

Mr. Lin was chuffed at being praised. “Let’s all eat. If it’s not enough, I’ll make more.”

“No, no, no. That’s enough. Dad, you’ve worked hard.” Lin Gantang hurriedly asked her father to sit down. She then picked up Wen Yanqing’s bowl and placed half of the rice into her own bowl. “Yanqing and I ate too much at his place. We’re not hungry. Just a little will do.”

“Haha, alright. Come, Yanqing, have some wine.” Mr. Lin poured Wen Yanqing a full glass.

Wen Yanqing glanced at Lin Gantang. “I still have to drive back later.” His eyes flickered.

“Then don’t go back. Sleep here,” Mr. Lin said happily.

“Alright.” Wen Yanqing’s lips curled up instantly.

Lin Gantang didn’t know how to start eating. She asked worriedly, “Dad, this fish looks so good. Did you taste it before it was served?”

Mr. Lin waved his hand confidently. “I don’t have to. Your dad cooks with plenty of experience.”

Seeing how confident he was, Wen Yanqing was a little curious about Mr. Lin’s cooking skills.

Just as he was about to pick up some fish, Lin Gantang grabbed his hand and scooped a small spoon of corn for him. She whispered, “Eat this. It’s safe.”

Safe?