Chapter 27 Lin Daiyu's Son Who Takes Charge of Everything
"Boss, tomorrow is the weekend! The kids are on vacation, where are you going to set up your stall tomorrow?"
"Oh, Mom! There's no school tomorrow? Can I still go to school?"
"Dad, I want to go to school too! I want to go to school!"
As soon as the parents asked the question, the children became anxious.
"Oh, I forgot about that. I haven't thought about this yet." Zhao Xiaojing was stunned when she heard it.
"Easy! Girl, come with me to the park entrance tomorrow. We can set up a stall there after 6 o'clock!"
Li Zhi, who was standing nearby, heard the suggestion and Zhao Xiaojing thought about it and agreed. The parents began to pass messages to each other and made an appointment to go together tomorrow.
Seeing that customers would chase each other to the park to buy during holidays, Wen Zhiyi became even more curious about Zhao Xiaojing's craftsmanship.
"Grandpa, you're quite trendy. Look how fluently you use your phone." Zhao Xiaojing recalled how the old man took out his phone and scanned the code skillfully just now, and started chatting while frying skewers.
"My granddaughter taught me how to use iPad. I know a little about computers. I use iPad at home every day to watch "Country Love"!"
"The play hasn't ended yet?!" the parent next to him was shocked.
"No! It's already on episode 15, and I'm watching one episode every day."
"Grandpa is so trendy! I wish my dad had the same mentality as you. He is not willing to accept new things at all. He doesn't want to use the old phone I bought him. Now he still uses a landline and writes down the phone number by hand." Another young parent complained.
"Haha...what's there to do when you're old?" The old man was so praised that he couldn't lower his mouth.
"The skewers are ready, Grandpa." Zhao Xiaojing packed the fried skewers and handed them over. This time she brushed the sauce on them herself. It was a rare occasion that the parents gave her the brush.
"Hey hey good, then you get busy!"
The old man took the skewers and strolled off with a smile. Although he was young at heart, he was old after all. Unlike young people who could just stand there and finish a couple of bites, he had to take them home and sit down to eat them slowly.
"Hello, Xiao Wu, I'm at Chunfeng Experimental Primary School. Can you come and pick me up?" The old man turned around and called the driver Xiao Wu.
Although it wasn't far, only about 20 to 30 minutes' walk, he was worried that the fried skewers would be steamy and not as delicious as when they were freshly cooked if he walked back, so he couldn't wait to try them.
A short while later, Xiao Wu showed up in his car. Although Wen Zhiyi's three children were not in the small county town, they were very filial to him and had hired a nanny and a driver.
Xiao Wu is the driver hired by Wen Zhiyi's youngest son. However, Wen Zhiyi finds it troublesome and usually drives short distances by himself and rarely calls him.
"Where are you going, Uncle Wen?"
"Go home, go home, and drive faster."
Five minutes later, Wen Zhiyi sat at home and excitedly opened the fried skewers. He first took a big bite of the duck leg.
"Dad, what junk food are you eating again!" Wen Zhiyi was not surprised by the sudden voice. He glanced at the camera above the air conditioner and continued to eat.
Immediately, the video message on the phone rang again.
Wen Zhiyi answered the call with his oil-free hands and leaned the phone against the fruit basket.
"What are you doing, you bastard? You've been spying on your dad all day long!"
"Don't eat these junk foods. I've told you so many times that you can't eat these things! How old are you? Can you buy anything you want in front of the school?" Wen Zhiyi's third son, Wen Jin, frowned and looked at Wen Zhiyi gnawing on the duck leg, feeling very angry.
"I told you, Xiao Wu, that you were the one who passed the message to me! You keep getting better and better, but don't you think I have any privacy?" Wen Zhiyi fought back nonchalantly while eating duck legs.
"If you listen to my advice and don't act on your whims every day, why would we care about your privacy? You're not young anymore. You shouldn't eat these greasy foods at this age. You don't even know what kind of oil they're made of! We've told you so many times that if you want to eat them, ask Aunt Niu to cook less. There's always someone at home who can cook for you.
Why are you still eating? Stop eating! You can’t eat this! "
Wen Jinqi's brows were almost twisted into a knot. On the other side of the video, Wen Zhiyi was eating more and more deliciously, his mouth full of oil, and he was still glancing at him proudly. The more he talked, the more he wanted to eat.
"Dad! What are we working so hard for? We just want you and mom to be healthy. We hired a nanny and driver just for you because we can't be at home to fulfill our filial duties. You always don't listen to my advice. If something happens to you from eating too much, how can we rest assured?
We feel bad enough not being able to go home to see you several times a year. We just hope you can be well and enjoy your old age in good health. Have you thought about us and your mother like this? What if you go to the hospital again? " Wen Jin said, tears welling up in his eyes.
Wen Jin was the youngest son of the Wen family. They say youngest sons are the most favored, and Wen Zhiyi felt this most deeply. From the moment Wen Jin was born, his eldest sister, second brother, and their mother all doted on him. The three of them took turns doting on him, raising him to be a Lin Daiyu, the master of all trades, the one who lived in the Pacific Ocean.
Wen Zhiyi hated Wen Jin's temper the most. He wanted to control everything and have everything done his way. Even though he was in his forties, he still got emotional at the slightest provocation. His eyes would turn red if he didn't get his way, and then he'd start wiping away tears. His wife, son, and daughter all fell for his tricks.
A few years ago, he had some minor stomach problems. No one was at home that day, and when his wife came back, she found him lying on the sofa in pain and unable to move, so she rushed him to the hospital.
After that, Wen Jin used both persuasion and persuasion to insist on installing surveillance cameras. Wen Zhiyi disagreed and lost his temper. His wife was also reluctant at first, feeling that her privacy was being violated, but after Wen Jin cried in front of her, saying he was worried about them and wanted to fulfill his filial duty, she relented. Then, four of the five members of his family took turns trying to persuade Wen Zhiyi.
Wen Zhiyi is now furious when he sees his youngest son, and he dislikes everything about him.
"Hmm~ So delicious! This chili is really exciting! I want it to be full of oil as soon as I take a bite!" Wen Zhiyi praised the camera, completely ignoring Wen Jin on the opposite side whose eyes were starting to turn red again.
In fact, Zhao Xiaojing didn't even give him any spicy dipping sauce. All of it was non-spicy, and the oiliness was well controlled. It didn't taste greasy at all...
But there was no way. He just didn't like to indulge this pretentious son. The more he tried to control him, the more he would confront him.
Wen Zhiyi was enjoying himself, eating a duck leg in his left hand and a skewer of pork tenderloin in his right hand.
He had done this on purpose to annoy Wen Jin, but as he ate, he discovered that this thing was really delicious.
The surface of the duck leg has a subtle sweetness that melts into the crispy skin. When you bite it, you can hear the crispy sound when chewing it in your mouth, but the meat inside is tender and juicy.
But the meat is not just tender, the cuts on the surface of the duck legs allow the marinade to penetrate deeply into the meat. The meat is tender and smooth, yet the taste is not bland, and it does not have the greasy feeling of eating pure meat.
In addition, the skin of the duck legs is not only brushed with honey, but also sprinkled with an even layer of salty and fragrant seasoning, which enhances the layering of the duck legs a lot. I don’t know how they did it, but every bite makes people feel extremely fresh and fragrant.
Wen Zhiyi completely forgot about the video and sucked the oil off his fingers.
At this time, the mobile phone video message rang again.
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