Chapter 109: Apron
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Wen Yanqing cut a few stalks and carefully trimmed the thorns on the branches before handing them to her.
Lin Gantang held half a bouquet of flowers and sniffed it before smiling delightedly.
Wen Yanqing’s face also revealed a smile.
Mr. Lin heard from the servant that Wen Yanqing had arrived. He waited for a long time but did not see him. When he came out, he saw the two youngsters intimately picking flowers. Hence, he leisurely went back to drink his tea.
After the two of them were done, Mr. Lin waved at Wen Yanqing joyfully and said, “Yanqing, play chess with Uncle.”
Every time Mr. Lin saw Wen Yanqing, the happiness he showed caused more laugh lines to appear around his eyes. Lin Gantang simply wanted to wrap Wen Yanqing up and give him as a gift.
Lin Gantang placed the flowers in the vase in the living room and came over to watch.
After watching for a while, Lin Gantang said, “Yanqing, don’t give in to him. Quick, kill him.”
Mr. Lin glowered. “Do I need him to give in?”
“Alright, don’t give in, don’t give in. The birthday boy is the most important. Whatever the birthday boy says is right.”
Lin Gantang looked helpless, which angered Mr. Lin. “Watch the game without saying a word. Shut up.”
Lin Gantang really shut her mouth and leaned against Wen Yanqing to watch the television. The television was broadcasting a variety show, which made Lin Gantang laugh out loud.
Wen Yanqing placed a chess piece and turned to look at her smiling face. His eyes softened and he could not help but smile.
Mr. Lin took a look and quickly changed a chess piece without anyone noticing.
When it was Wen Yanqing’s turn, he stared at the chessboard for a moment. He looked up and saw that Mr. Lin was drinking tea as if nothing had happened. He smiled and put down the chess piece.
In the end, Mr. Lin still lost the game, but he was unwilling to accept it.
“It’s all Gantang’s fault. What’s so funny on television? It’s so noisy that my head hurts,” Mr. Lin grumbled.
Lin Gantang, who was watching TV, was speechless.
“Why do you have to be next to Yanqing? Can you not show off your love? I’m even embarrassed to look at the chessboard on your side!”
“Huh? Dad, be reasonable.”
Wen Yanqing could not help but laugh. “Shall we go another round?”
“Good, good, good. It’s still Yanqing who’s considerate.” Mr. Lin beamed.
Lin Gantang felt that she was redundant.
When it was about time, Lin Gantang snatched Wen Yanqing away and said that they were going to prepare dinner.
Mr. Lin didn’t want to let him go. “Go yourself. Don’t worry. I’ll praise you even if you make poison.”
Wen Yanqing stood up and said kindly, “Uncle, sitting for too long is not good for your health. I’ll go help out in the kitchen first. Shall we continue later?”
Mr. Lin, who had been unwilling a second ago, had already stood up, smiling comfortably. “You’re right. Old bones should indeed move more. You’re really a good child. Go, you guys go ahead.”
Her biological father was showing double standards. Lin Gantang had no words.
Jiang Tongtong had already made the cake and placed it on the dining table to prepare the final decorations. Aunt Zhang had also tidied up the kitchen a little.
Lin Gantang took out the ingredients and found a new apron for Wen Yanqing.
Wen Yanqing had already started to wash the meat and vegetables. When he heard Lin Gantang call out to him, he turned around.
He looked at his wet hands and spread his arms.
Lin Gantang understood. She stood on tiptoe and hung the apron around his neck, wrapping it around his waist.
Wen Yanqing took the opportunity to touch her ear with his lips when she got closer, and the other party was annoyed at him.
She did not dodge and Wen Yanqing smiled.
“Dad has hyperlipidemia and needs to eat less oil and salt,” Lin Gantang told him.
Wen Yanqing remembered it and asked, “Is there anything your brother and sister-in-law don’t like?”
“The two of them are fine. They’re not picky, but Tongtong especially likes strawberries.”
Wen Yanqing nodded..
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