Chapter 869: 869: Damn, I'm Actually a Bit Excited

While Wen Rendong had fun building the parent-child amusement park, the very next day Mr. Lin took advantage of their rest day to bring some pastries to the young couple’s home.

Lin Gantang caught the beautifully wrapped box and thought of her dad’s baking skills… damn it, she actually felt a little excited.

That kind of taste that’s terrifying to look at but amazing to eat, truly addictive.

Wen Yanqing, wearing a casual home outfit, made a cup of tea for Mr. Lin, “Dad, you shouldn’t have made the trip here. We should have gone back to visit you.”

Mr. Lin waved it off and took a sip of his tea, saying, “I’m free every day, but it’s different for you—young people work hard. Dad wouldn’t want you to run back and forth.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Lin Gantang, while unwrapping the pastry box, “Is it only him? Isn’t it actually because you can’t bear seeing me and him struggle, plus you’re too embarrassed to ask your daughter?”

“Go on, go eat your pastries,” said Mr. Lin with disdain.

“You really talk tough, Dad. You came over because I’m pregnant, didn’t you?” Lin Gantang pointed out.

Mr. Lin harrumphed and then noticed the pretty Ragdoll cat observing step by step, eventually squatting across from Lin Gantang, staring intently at the box.

“When did you get a Ragdoll cat? Looks pretty,” Mr. Lin reached out to hold it, but the Ragdoll cat darted away, leaving him to grab at air.

“It belongs to Yin Zhen, staying with me for a little while,” Lin Gantang explained.

“Oh, someone else’s cat. Still, it’s not as good-looking as my Sweet Wine,” Mr. Lin glanced a few more times, saw the cat walk away, then turned his attention back to the little tabby cat.

He picked up the kitten by the scruff of its neck, examined it from left to right, then placed it on his lap, “Is Little Leopard Flower a girl?”

Little…Little Leopard Flower?

Who are you calling?

The cute little tabby cat?

Lin Gantang quickly spoke up, “Dad, it’s not called Little Leopard Flower.”

“Then what is it called?” asked Mr. Lin.

Lin Gantang choked and immediately looked at Wen Yanqing for help.

Wen Yanqing, who was refilling Mr. Lin’s tea: …where am I supposed to come up with a good name on the spot?

Pondering for a moment, Wen Yanqing said, “Dad, we were planning to let the fans name the kitten.”

“Fans?” Mr. Lin perked up, took out his phone, and flipped to the video of the little tabby cat to see the name with the most likes.

[Now on the pinnacle of a miaow life, like a millionaire with no worries for food or drink, might as well call it Meownaire.]

Mr. Lin was expressionless, what’s good about that? Those likes must have been farmed, right?

[This little cat with its short legs is so cute. Since it’s a girl, let’s call her Leggy Mei.]

Mr. Lin couldn’t help but widen his eyes, what the heck is that?

[The partner of Little Overlord, naturally, it should be called Xiao Yu Ji]

Mr. Lin: …is it that Yu Ji?

What’s going on with netizens these days?

“What a bunch of nonsense,” Mr. Lin exited the app with a face full of black lines: “It’s not as good as the name I gave, Little Leopard Flower.”

Lin Gantang coughed lightly, “No way, since we said we’d use the name with the most likes, we have to. Dad, you taught me that being honest is important.”

Mr. Lin looked at the Meownaire beside him and fell silent, then finally spoke after a long while, “The Ragdoll sibling I brought you, just name it yourself.”

Names like Sweet Wine are good.

Don’t leave it to the netizens anymore.

Lin Gantang took advantage of his focus on the cat to put down the pastry and pull Wen Yanqing aside, whispering, “Let’s quickly decide on a name for our child, we can’t let Dad do it, really.”

Wen Yanqing nodded in full agreement.

“What are you whispering about? Big Mi is about to carry off your pastry box,” Mr. Lin warned.

Lin Gantang quickly protected it, and finally brought out the pastries, only to choke upon seeing the six kitten-shaped treats inside that looked like zombies, “Dad, maybe next time you don’t have to shape the pastries, just keep it simple, really.”

“Don’t they look nice? I think they are very expressive,” Mr. Lin rejected her suggestion.

Big Mi glanced at the pastries, then turned and left.

Perhaps… horrified by the ugliness.