Lin Yian yawned as he finished his steamed bun. After putting down his chopsticks, he looked at Fan Zhu with his watery eyes without saying a word.

Fan Zhu no longer restrained her: "Go to sleep."

After getting a nod from the head of the family, Lin Yian cheered a little in his heart, said goodbye to everyone else at the table, and ran towards the room.

Lin Yian kicked off his shoes, fell on the bed and slept soundly. When he woke up, the room was already pitch black.

"Hmm."

Lin Yian rubbed his swollen temples and felt dizzy.

Next time I won’t stay up so long. If I really have to, I’ll just take two sleeping pills.

Lin Yian put on his shoes in the dark and lit the oil lamp on the table.

"Ah Ci, are you awake?"

Wang Juan's voice came from outside the house.

"Auntie, I'm awake."

Lin Yian poured some warm water from the thermos into the basin and washed his face to wake himself up.

"Then your uncle and I will go in."

Uncle?

"good."

Lin Yian pulled off the towel on the basin stand and wiped his face.

Wang Juan opened the door and Lin Anmin walked in carrying a small table.

"Uncle, what is this?"

Lin Anmin put a table on the kang for his niece: "Aci, don't you write often? Uncle made you a table as a birthday present. Look at the groove on it. When the time comes, you can put the oil lamp here to keep it safe from falling!"

"When you don't need it, just close it like this. It won't be in the way at all."

Isn’t this a handmade portable small table? The wood used for this table seems to be the same as your knitting needles.

Uncle really doesn't waste anything.

"Thank you, uncle. I like it very much."

"It's fine if you like it. Next time you want something, uncle will make it for you."

As expected, women understand women. I originally thought that Ah Ci had a hard childhood, so I wanted to carve some wooden toys for Ah Ci... to make up for her childhood!

When I told my wife about this, she scolded me and told me that it would be more practical to just build a table myself.

"Ah Ci, have you told us what happened in Beijing? You hit your toys! Lin Anmin, I find that you are going backwards in life. How did you become the captain?"

Wang Juan also took out something she had sewn: "Auntie made a new pillow for you. You can use this as a pillow when you write for a long time. It's comfortable!"

Lin Yian put the new pillow next to the old one: "Thank you, Auntie. I'll use it tonight."

The three of them came to the main house, where the table was already filled with hot meals.

"Hurry up and wash your hands and eat."

"good."

After washing his hands, Lin Yian climbed onto the kang and sat between Fan Zhu and Lin Anguo.

Lin Yian looked around at the people sitting on the kang and found that one was missing.

"Uncle, where's my second brother?"

Lin Anqing rarely criticized his son for being so unreliable: "He went to get something and will be here soon."

As soon as the words fell, footsteps were heard at the door: "You have to hurry up, I almost broke my hoe."

Lin Jianmao walked in with a soft, lingering aroma of wine, which was as good as the food on the table.

"Xiao Aci, this wine is brewed by our family. We only have a few jars, and we never open them unless something important happens."

Lin Yian was a little tempted by the aroma of the wine and kept glancing at the jar.

"Second brother, why do you add a small word when you call me that? I'm seventeen!"

Lin Jianmao opened the seal on the jar, and the more overbearing aroma of wine directly suppressed the aroma of the food.

"Yes, yes, you are seventeen. I'll give you a taste. This wine is made from fruit and is not intoxicating."

Lin Jianmao picked up the jar and poured wine for everyone one by one, and each of his younger brothers had a cup of malted milk.

"Brother, please give me a taste. My third sister can have a taste."

Lin Jianbin had long been curious about these jars of wine, and since his third sister, who was half a year older than him, could drink more, he was unwilling to be dismissed by malted milk.

Lin Jianmao directly covered the wine jar and said to his brother in a serious tone: "Your third sister has finished high school and is smart enough, so she can drink a little. You still have a brain, so you can't drink. Be obedient!"

Brother, do you think I can believe it?