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Chapter 726: Chapter 726: Nicely Done This Time!
Lin Zhaonan and Jiang Tongtong were both in the living room, with Little Yi’an in Jiang Tongtong’s arms, his eyes curiously looking around.
“Tangtang!” Jiang Tongtong cried out happily when she saw Lin Gantang.
Lin Gantang led Wen Yanqing to a seat and then went over to look at Little Yi’an.
When Mr. Lin came in and saw Lin Zhaonan still typing on his laptop, he grumbled discontentedly, “What, are you the only diligent one in the house? Don’t you know how to greet Yanqing when he arrives?”
Lin Zhaonan didn’t stop his fingers, “Why make such a fuss among family? I’m rushing to finish so I can go shopping with Tongtong tomorrow. Check if Yanqing is free, and ask him to help take care of the kid.”
“You’re ordering Yanqing around like we don’t have maids anymore? If you’re worried, take the kid shopping yourself.” Mr. Lin glared at him. “You’ve got a nice plan there.”
“He’s my brother-in-law now, what’s wrong with asking him to help his brother with the kid?” Lin Zhaonan boasted. “Hey Yanqing, call me ‘brother’ and let’s hear it.”
Wen Yanqing said, “Brother.”
Lin Zhaonan felt an all-over satisfaction!
Nice job, little sister!
Wen Yanqing then called out to the other side, “Sister-in-law.”
Jiang Tongtong was a bit flustered by the sudden change but didn’t have the cheekiness of Lin Zhaonan. In a quiet, embarrassed voice, she said, “You can just call me Tongtong like Tangtang does.”
She liked it when Lin Gantang called her Tongtong, it felt like they were close friends.
As they were talking, Mr. Lin had rolled up his sleeves: “I’m in a good mood today, so Dad will cook personally and show you a thing or two.”
Lin Zhaonan: “!!!
LinGantang: “!!!
Lin Zhaonan immediately said, “Dad, don’t rush it, I’ve encountered a problem with the project I was working on. Can you have a look at it?”
Lin Gantang hurriedly tried to keep him: “Dad, we haven’t teamed up in a long time, and I admire your slick moves. How about we play a few rounds?”
“Think about your problem yourself, and if you can’t, ask Yanqing for help,” Mr. Lin said, looking at Lin Zhaonan as if he were an underperforming student, and then turned to Lin Gantang, “Do you think Dad’s cooking is something you can just enjoy whenever you want? There’s always time for games.”
Lin Zhaonan and Lin Gantang were both stuck.
Lin Gantang desperately tugged at Wen Yanqing’s sleeve for rescue, and Lin Zhaonan placed his hopes on him.
“Why are you pulling Wen Yanqing?” Mr. Lin scolded with a stern face. “Look, Yanqing has gotten thinner, don’t I have the right to cook some extra dishes for him to make up?”
Cook specially for him? Even the normally calm Wen Yanqing became restless, his scalp tingling, “Dad, I think… ”
“No need to be polite with Dad; I know you like light flavors, I’ll steam a fish just for you.” Having said this, he confidently entered the kitchen without waiting for anyone else’s input.
Lin Gantang breathed a sigh of relief when she heard about steaming fish: “Relax, it’s just steaming fish, what could go wrong? Is he going to add chocolate to it?”
Impossible.
Until dinner time, Mr. Lin had Auntie Zhang serve the fish, placing it cheerfully in front of Wen Yanqing.
Lin Gantang jumped when she saw the layer of dull gray stuff on top of the fish: “Dad… what is this?”
This fish, covered in a grayish layer like it was moldy, could make anyone think you were trying to poison your visiting son-in-law.
“It’s fish, tapioca-steamed fish.” Mr. Lin was very pleased with his creation: “The soft and chewy texture of tapioca combined with the delicate freshness of the fish, one bite and you’re not only getting a wealth of nutrients, but I guarantee it’ll leave you wanting more!”
Lin Gantang asked in disbelief, “Why do I remember tapioca being crystal clear?”
“Hmph, can those match up to the delicacy of Dad’s specially seasoned and marinated ones? Go on, serve some to Yanqing and have a taste,” Mr. Lin urged. Wen Yanqing gripped his utensils tightly: What in the world? I’m anxious just thinking about it.