Chapter 108 Father and Daughter Reunion

Yuan Hongqu admired the little girl's thoughtfulness and then made a very serious promise.

"I'm sorry, Daiyu. Next time, I promise I won't leave without saying anything to you."

Yuan Hongqu knew that she had acted hastily today. In fact, she had plenty of time to tell Daiyu before leaving, but she was afraid of trouble and that Grandmother Jia and the others would find out something was amiss, so she forced Yang Mama to lie.

I've never left in such a hurry before; the little girl must have been worried all day.

Yuan Hongqu felt extremely guilty.

"Granny, is it right here?"

The two arrived at Lin Ruhai's study, which Daiyu had arranged herself according to Lin Ruhai's preferences, so she was very familiar with everything inside.

She didn't see anything special. Whether it was calligraphy and paintings or ornaments on the table, they were all gifts that Yuan Mama had picked out from the storeroom. What exactly was it?

The inner room of the study was for my father to rest when he was tired from reading. The nanny couldn't possibly put the gifts in the inner room, could she?

However, the room was dark because the lights were off.

Daiyu looked at Yuan Hongqu hesitantly, only to see her nod.

Just then, the door to the inner room was suddenly pushed open. Daiyu looked up and her eyes instantly filled with tears. She remained silent, just staring blankly as tears streamed down her face.

"Yu'er, Yu'er, don't cry. It's all Father's fault for leaving you alone in the capital..."

"Father, do you even know you have a daughter?" Daiyu asked tearfully. At this moment, she couldn't remember anything. Lin Ruhai was afraid that she would be wronged, so he sent things to her from Yangzhou almost every month. Most of the things in her room were personally selected by Lin Ruhai and sent to the capital.

At this moment, all Daiyu knew was that she hadn't seen her father for nine whole months.

Today was the day of the move, and her nanny wasn't around. She felt all alone and almost agreed to her maternal grandmother's request to go back to the Rongguo Mansion with her.

Fortunately, I didn't agree.

"Yu'er, it's Father's fault. Yu'er, don't be angry anymore, okay..." Lin Ruhai coaxed Lin Daiyu softly.

Daiyu puffed out her cheeks, still feeling awkward inside.

“Daiyu, Lord Lin’s trip this time is extremely dangerous. He has official duties to attend to and I’m afraid he can’t stay long. Please don’t get angry, okay?” Yuan Hongqu squatted down and said softly.

Daiyu's eyes were filled with tears, her lips trembled, and she looked at Lin Ruhai, choking back sobs.

"Father, Daiyu misses you very much."

"Yu'er, your father misses you very much too."

Lin Ruhai picked up Daiyu. In the past six months, Daiyu had grown a lot. She looked stronger than before, both in height and physique.

Daiyu chattered on and on with Lin Ruhai about how she missed him after their separation, and about what had happened to her at the Rongguo Mansion...

Although she had already written to Lin Ruhai about most of these things, she couldn't help but want to share them with her father again when she saw him.

The father and daughter were enjoying each other's company. Yuan Hongqu stood guard at the door to prevent anyone from coming in.

The blue fir is even more impressive; it climbed directly onto the roof, standing high and able to see far, with its eyes and ears everywhere.

Even a bee flying by cannot escape Lan Cong's gaze.

But just how much do these two have to say to each other?

The study was unoccupied and didn't even have a charcoal brazier. Yuan Hongqu was outside and felt like she was about to freeze to death.

She thought for a moment and went straight to the kitchen, which was fortunately not far from here.

There's a banquet at home today, and the kitchen is still busy. However, when the Lin family has a banquet, the workload increases and the wages also increase accordingly, so they don't find it annoying at all.

Mother Yang was watching everything. She kept a record of how much work they did each day in her little notebook, which she would hand over to the accountant at the end of the month so the accountant could calculate their wages based on that.

The harder you work, the happier you'll be when you get your wages.

They still understand.

Yuan Hongqu came over and asked for two hot pots and several dishes, all of which were packed into a large food box and carried to the study.

She placed the hot pot on the table in the inner room and arranged several side dishes beside it.

"Daiyu, there's yam stewed with mutton in this hot pot. You and Master can eat and talk over here; it's too cold outside."

Lin Ruhai said approvingly, "Yu'er, luckily Mr. Yuan prepared a hot pot. Your father is quite hungry."

"Father, you must try Granny Yuan's cooking! Even if someone else makes yam stew with mutton, and then you add vegetables and mushrooms, it just can't compare to the deliciousness of Granny Yuan's cooking." Daiyu recommended enthusiastically, "Father, whatever it is, as long as it's cooked by Granny Yuan, it's more than ten times tastier than before!"

"Then I definitely have to try it." Lin Ruhai was also very curious.

After all, today Yuan Hongqu used a bowl of clear stewed lion's head meatballs to make that big salt smuggler Fan Huaiqing reveal the truth, so her cooking skills must be extraordinary!

The father and daughter sat around a small table, eating and talking, as if they were trying to make up for all the things they hadn't said in the past few months.

Yuan Hongqu also placed a hot pot on the table outside. The charcoal in the small stove glowed red, and she felt warm after sitting around it for a while.

"Lan Cong, come down and warm up for a while. This is your own home, no need to be so vigilant," Yuan Hongqu said. She had already instructed several trusted servants from the Lin family to guard outside the study, and no one was allowed to enter without permission.

As for what's happening in the study, is that something a servant like you should be asking?

The servants of the Lin family were aware of this; they shouldn't pry into things they shouldn't. Granny Yuan had told them before that the more they knew, the faster they would die. What they should know, they would be told without being asked; but if they knew things they shouldn't know, that would be a disaster!

After listening to Yuan Hongqu's words, Lan Cong hesitated for a moment, but still jumped down and went into the room.

He was on the roof at first, but then he hid under the eaves, probably because it had already frosted and the roof must have been cold.

Yuan Hongqu lifted the lid of the small casserole, revealing a milky white broth bubbling inside. The white yam had melted in the broth, and the extremely thinly sliced ​​mutton, skin and tendons still attached, was sweet but not greasy with a tender texture and chewy tendons. After drinking a bowl of soup, one felt warm all over – it was truly an unparalleled delicacy.

Yuan Hongqu's fatigue and cold of the day were finally relieved by this bowl of hot mutton soup, which satisfied her stomach and comforted her mood.

Lan Cong is a martial artist. Although he dealt with those rabble in no time during the battle outside the city tonight, he still expended a lot of energy.

This pot of hot soup was just what he needed to replenish his energy.

Yuan Hongqu only ate one bowl, which was enough. She finished off the remaining blue fern, but was only half full. She was too embarrassed to ask for more rice.

"Lan Cong, isn't the monthly allowance Lord Lin gives you enough to eat?"