Chapter 874: 874: Brilliant, how brilliant!

What’s the situation, even her dad’s only decent dessert went off the rails?

The light red pudding in front of them was smooth and pretty, the similarly colored fruit cubes wrapped in its center looked quite appetizing.

Lin Gantang leaned close to Wen Yanqing and quietly asked, “What’s it made of?”

Wen Yanqing whispered back, “I saw Dad melting two packs of QQ candies.”

“That’s… alright, isn’t it?” Using candy to make a dessert doesn’t seem like a big problem, right?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Wen Yanqing then murmured, “And a pack of spicy strips, King Spicy.”

Lin Gantang’s eyes widened in shock, don’t tell me, the fruit cubes in the pudding are not fruit cubes, they are spicy strips!

By this time, Wen Rendong had already put it in his mouth to try, and Lin Gantang didn’t have time to stop him.

All was lost, from now on Yanqing’s dad would probably never dare to come again.

Upon tasting the jelly, Wen Rendong chewed twice, then his expression paused, his eyebrows gradually knitting together before slowly swallowing.

Lin Gantang held her head – he didn’t spit it out; that must be Wen Rendong showing complete respect for her dad’s efforts.

Unexpectedly, she heard an exclamation, “Brilliant, brilliant!”

Lin Gantang quickly lowered her hand and looked in the direction of the voice, thinking she had misheard.

“Soft and sticky, chewy, smooth, fiery.” Wen Rendong took another bite, tasting it seriously: “I have never eaten such a bold combination, it’s a surprisingly unique flavor.”

He praised, “The sweetness at the beginning, the explosive heat at the end, it’s like the reversals in life. Amazing, absolutely amazing! How did you come up with this combination? It’s absolutely stunning.”

Mr. Lin was thrilled, “In-law, you understand me!”

“I think you’re a genius in the culinary world.” Wen Rendong said with emotion: “I didn’t expect you to be so successful in business, and also have such an extraordinary talent for cooking.”

Lin Gantang: ??? My brain is full of question marks.

Jiang Tongtong clanked her spoon down: I’m shocked.

Lin Zhaonan: If this isn’t business flattery, then his taste buds must be damaged.

Wen Yanqing pondered: My father-in-law seemed to have fun, maybe from now on I should bring my dad to try Dad’s cooking to keep him happy.

Mr. Lin never anticipated that his culinary soulmate would be his in-law, after all this time someone finally appreciated his creativity!

Mr. Lin excitedly poured Wen Rendong glass after glass of wine, “Old Wen, have another drink. Next time, I’ll prepare more ingredients and make you a few dishes to accompany the liquor. You must come.”

“Sure, I’m free these days, just give me a call,” Wen Rendong raised his glass.

Lin Gantang watched the two clink glasses, and Wen Rendong going for another piece of jelly, he really liked it.

She grabbed Wen Yanqing, “Do we have any medicine at home?”

She feared Wen Rendong’s untainted stomach couldn’t withstand such an outrage.

Wen Yanqing put his phone back in his pocket and calmly said, “I’ve already had the family doctor prepare.”

Lin Gantang felt relieved.

She turned her head and quietly asked Jiang Tongtong, “Who introduced spicy strips to Dad?”

“Dad said he wanted to try snacks that young people like nowadays.” Jiang Tongtong told her, “There are also chips, popcorn, cookies, instant noodles… all sorts, a complete range of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy.”

Moreover, Mr. Lin enjoyed traveling around, not missing any of the cinemas, plazas, board game rooms.

Lin Gantang felt that her early to bed, early to rise lifestyle and carrying a thermos made her seem more like an older person.

“What are you whispering about?” Mr. Lin muttered, standing up to fetch his treasured liquor.

That night, the two drank merrily, and unintentionally got Wen Rendong drunk. Wen Yanqing looked at Rendong, who was now slurring about building an amusement park for his ten or eight grandchildren to play in, and rubbed his forehead in distress.

“I’ll take him home,” Wen Yanqing said.

Wen Rendong pushed him away, “You go take care of the kids, I’m not drunk.”

Wen Yanqing reminded him, “My child hasn’t even been born yet.”

“How could that be, your son is already one year old! Why won’t you acknowledge him? Are you still trying to keep it a secret from others?”

Mr. Lin and Lin Zhaonan’s gazes abruptly turned towards him.

Wen Yanqing: …

It felt like an injustice.

Better off without such a father.