Chapter 872: 872: Isn't a No a No, What’s There to Change?

Wen Yanqing made the first move to take over the kitchen. Mr. Lin went in, grabbed a pan with one hand and clung to the prep table with the other; he couldn’t be dragged away, and any further persuasion would just make him angry.

“Dad, you should be with the guests. Staying in the kitchen is not appropriate.” Lin Gantang said.

“No need to stand on ceremony with family. Besides, aren’t you here? You go to the living room and keep Yanqing’s dad company.”

“People your age have more to talk about.” Lin Gantang urged him to go out.

“What’s gotten into you, child? Not letting me cook? Is this little hobby of mine not allowed? Do you really want me to pick up some unsavory habits before you are happy?” Mr. Lin grumbled, “Like President Liu who goes to nightclubs or that person from the Chen family who flies to the gambling city every other day…”

Before he could finish, Lin Gantang let go and said seriously, “Dad, you’re busy. I’m not stopping you from cooking, really, you’ve misunderstood.”

See, this is why she couldn’t stop her dad.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Compared to drugs and gambling, dark cuisine is simply an adorable little charmer.

Lin Gantang consoled herself it was okay; Yanqing was still in the kitchen, so there was no fear of having no dishes to go with the rice tonight.

She was chased out of the kitchen by Mr. Lin and returned to the living room, suddenly remembering someone, so she took out her phone and sent a message to her beloved brother.

[Bro, we’re home, and tonight Yanqing is cooking personally. Come back quickly when you’re done with work.]

After a while, Lin Zhaonan replied to her saying okay.

Lin Gantang happily put her phone away.

Wen Rendong saw Lin Gantang with a smile at the corner of her mouth. Her smile and the joyful light in her eyes were so infectious that Wen Rendong couldn’t help but smile too and asked, “Tangtang, what is making you so happy?”

“My brother said he will come home to have dinner together later.”

Wen Rendong remarked with emotion, “You siblings really have a great relationship.”

Lin Gantang showed her small white teeth with a smile, “Of course we do.”

Good siblings who share burdens.

Not long after, Jiang Tongtong, who had taken Little Yi’an out for a walk, returned.

Wen Rendong’s eyes fell on the plump baby in her arms, and seeing Little Yi’an babbling and tugging at his mother’s necklace, he laughed heartily, “What a lively child.”

Jiang Tongtong grabbed the child’s hand to snatch back the necklace but Little Yi’an rapidly grabbed it again. With the necklace tight around her neck, Jiang Tongtong looked helpless, “More than lively; sometimes I really feel like spanking him.”

“Xiao An, let aunty hold you.” Lin Gantang watched amusedly and stepped forward to hold Little Yi’an. Little Yi’an turned at the sound of her voice and looked at Lin Gantang with his round eyes.

Jiang Tongtong quickly pried open his little hands and took off the necklace, not daring to wear it anymore, fearing it would soon be broken by him.

“His name is Xiao An?” Wen Rendong’s gaze on the little one was very kind.

“Yes, his full name is Lin Yi’an,” Jiang Tongtong replied with a smile.

It wasn’t long before Mr. Lin came out from the kitchen and continued chatting with Wen Rendong, the only person Lin Gantang quietly wondered about—what dish could be finished so quickly?

She saw Wen Yanqing was still inside and slipped in to help.

By the time Lin Zhaonan got back, dinner was just getting ready. Seeing Wen Yanqing coming out of the kitchen, he felt grateful that his sister had the thought to call him back; after all, Yanqing’s culinary skills were indisputable.

The family dined together. Mr. Lin poured some wine for Wen Rendong beside him, cheerfully inviting everyone, “Go ahead and eat, let’s enjoy a lively meal as a family. Yanqing, would you like some wine?”

“No thanks, I have to drive later,” Wen Yanqing said.

Mr. Lin cheered, “Have a little to enjoy yourself! It’s not often we have your father here too. I’ll call a driver for you later.”

Wen Yanqing accepted the wine glass, replying amiably, “Alright, I’ll take your word for it.”

Wen Rendong realized the wine tasted like lemon—his son was always so straightforward with his nos. Could he really change his stance that easily?