Chapter 903: 903 Ah Ha's Home is Really Harmonious

Lin Gantang heard Mr. Lin call out “Tangtang” again, and she walked out of Wen Yanqing’s embrace, looked around the kitchen, and then picked up an apron to tie it on Wen Yanqing.

Just in time to shield a certain part under the loose apron.

Wen Yanqing deeply felt that his father-in-law’s place was quite good, but sometimes it was inconvenient.

Thinking back to the last time at his own home, he and Tangtang were in the kitchen… ahem, he couldn’t think about that.

Lin Gantang went to see why her dad was calling her and found Mr. Lin preparing tea outside.

“Dad, did you need something?”

Mr. Lin turned around, then said, “Nothing, just checking if you were here.”

Lin Gantang: …

She turned and headed back to the kitchen without looking back.

“What are you going to do in the kitchen?” Mr. Lin asked casually.

“Yanqing is back and cooking; I’m going to help him out.”

As a result, Mr. Lin instantly perked up, “Yanqing is back? He didn’t rest after getting off the plane before starting to bustle about?”

Then he went to the kitchen, intending to pull the person out.

Lin Gantang blocked him, “My husband, you’re trying to take him again?”

“Hey, you child.” Mr. Lin stretched his neck to look inside and indeed saw Wen Yanqing.

Wen Yanqing, with his back turned, was washing vegetables at the prep table; hearing the voice, he turned around and smiled, “Dad, please take a seat. I’ll be cooking tonight.”

“Ah, okay, I’ll sit down for a bit,” Mr. Lin agreed cheerfully.

Watching from the side, Lin Gantang thought: …Our dad has always been so obedient to Yanqing’s words.

Wen Yanqing skillfully prepared dinner, and Lin Gantang took out her cell phone to tell Lin Zhaonan that Yanqing was back and cooking himself, asking if he wanted to come home for dinner.

But Lin Zhaonan said he wouldn’t come back: [What dishes has Dad made? Trying to lure me back home to eat again.]

Lin Gantang touched her chin, wondering if her brother had developed a persecution complex because of her?

Before dinner, Mr. Lin saw that Lin Gantang followed Wen Yanqing for a good half-day, inseparably close as if they hadn’t seen each other for eight generations, and tsk-tsked about the couple not getting tired of each other.

During the meal, Lin Gantang tasted the food her dear husband had prepared and her appetite was greatly whetted; Mr. Lin sighed helplessly but also breathed a sigh of relief.

It was lucky that Yanqing had such a good nature and was willing to indulge her. Who else could be as attentive as Wen Yanqing? Last time during a video call, he heard her say she wanted to eat the food he cooked, and now, as soon as he was finished with work, he flew two thousand kilometers back without even resting to prepare dinner for Lin Gantang.

Wen Yanqing tenderly picked out the bones for her, and when their eyes met, it was all sticky and clingy as if they could draw threads.

Mr. Lin simply couldn’t bear to watch, so he looked over at Jiang Tongtong hoping for some peace, only to see Jiang Tongtong asking Auntie Zhang to bring a lunch box, then carefully put a bit of each dish into it, and said somewhat awkwardly, “I told Gu Zhichuan that Zhaonan is too busy to dine, and I’m worried about his health, so I’m now taking some food to him.”

Another pair so clearly in love.

Mr. Lin: Ah, home is really harmonious… harmonious my foot! All you lovebirds can get lost!

Mr. Lin picked up the only other single guy in the house—Lin Yi’an, literally huddling together for warmth.

“Dad, aren’t you eating? I’m going home with Yanqing soon; don’t miss me too much,” said Lin Gantang.

“Who will miss you, just go,” Mr. Lin retorted disdainfully.

Wen Yanqing laughed softly, “Dad, I brought you a gift.”

“You’re on a business trip to do important things; you don’t need to worry about bringing back gifts for the family in the future,” Mr. Lin said hypocritically before asking, “Where is it?”

“Your gift is special, Dad; it couldn’t be brought on the plane, so I’m having it shipped back.”

Mr. Lin felt touched, thinking that the son-in-law is considerate after all. Lin Zhaonan, that useless thing, never thought to bring anything back for his old father when he was away on trips.

The more he thought, the gloomier he felt, and he stopped Jiang Tongtong’s chopsticks, vigorously loading up the lunch box with green vegetables, “Eat more veggies, and leave the meat to me.”

Jiang Tongtong looked bewildered at the growing pile of greens, “Huh?”