When Wen Yanqing was admitted home by Wen's father, he was already a young man with his own opinions and thoughts, and was past the age of admiration for his father.

He looked at everything around him calmly and rationally, and did what he should do, but he still didn't like it here.

His future home must not be like this.

He took Lin Gantang away from here and returned to the Lin family.

Father Lin was very surprised: "You're back so soon?"

"It's getting late, come here and help uncle." Wen Yanqing handed the wine to Father Lin: "My father asked us to bring you something to drink."

Father Lin recognized it as good wine at a glance, and the smile on his face suddenly deepened: "Old Wen is so polite, you can sit down with Gan Tang casually, I'm not busy."

It was the family's New Year's Eve dinner. Wen Yanqing didn't listen to him and went into the kitchen to help with the ingredients. Father Lin said he didn't need it, which made him feel very happy.

Father Lin insisted on being the chef himself, but Wen Yanqing couldn't resist him, so he dried his hands and went to find Lin Gantang.

Lin Gantang fell asleep at some point, leaning on the sofa with his mouth slightly open.

Wen Yanqing kissed her secretly, his eyes full of pure love, caressed her brows, smiled softly, and went back to the room to cover her with a blanket.

Lin Gantang slept for more than half an hour. He opened his eyes dimly and saw Wen Yanqing on the single sofa.

He gently scratched Tianjiu's chin, Tianjiu held his head up comfortably, and the three cats surrounded him, seeming to like him very much.

There was an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, like a warm spring breeze, stirring up waves in Lin Gantang's heart.

Lin Gantang felt that he was finished. Seeing him smile could make his heart soften, and he wanted to rub him and cling to him like the sweet wine in his arms.

Lin Gantang glanced at Father Lin in the kitchen and gave up with a little regret.

She stretched out greatly, then hugged the blanket that had slipped from her body, lazily unwilling to move.

"Are you awake?" Wen Yanqing put down the sweet wine: "I didn't see Ximi. Isn't he at home?"

"I guess I'll come back if I'm tired from playing in the small garden."

Sure enough, Simi came in not long after, with a little bit of dry grass on her hair.

With high morale, Father Lin successfully prepared a table of dishes. It was still very early, so he called for everyone to come down and eat.

Lin Gantang walked towards the restaurant with heavy steps.

Lin Zhaonan greeted Wen Yanqing with unusual enthusiasm and served him a full bowl of rice: "Is it the first time for Yan Qing to eat the food cooked by dad? You are in luck, eat more, eat more."

Father Lin was extremely happy and comfortable after being praised: "Eat everything. If there is not enough, dad will make more."

"No, no, no, that's enough. Dad, you've worked hard." Lin Gantang quickly asked her father to sit down, picked up Wen Yanqing's bowl and put half of the rice into his own bowl: "Yan Qing and I were too full at his house.

, If you’re not hungry, just eat a little.”

"Haha, okay, come on, Yan Qing, have a drink." Father Lin and Wen Yanqing poured a full glass.

Wen Yanqing glanced at Lin Gantang and his eyes moved: "I have to drive back later."

"Then don't go back, sleep here." Father Lin said happily.

Wen Yanqing instantly curled his lips: "Okay."

Lin Gantang asked worriedly: "Dad, this fish looks really good when fried. Have you tasted it before taking it out of the pan?"

Father Lin waved his hands confidently: "No need to taste it, your dad relies on experience when cooking."

Seeing how confident he was, Wen Yanqing became a little curious about Father Lin's craftsmanship.

Just as he was about to pick up the fish, Lin Gantang grabbed his hand, scooped a small spoonful of corn kernels to him, and whispered: "Eat this, it's safe."

Wen Yanqing: "?" Safe?
Chapter completed!