After Wen Hangxing tried the dishes, Lin Yitang waited for a while and found that he did not have any sequelae such as diarrhea, so he picked up the chopsticks with confidence.
The three of them watched her movements with bated breath. Noticing their expectant gazes, Lin Yitang suppressed his inner pride and feigned composure, "I declare that the final winner is..."
The breathing sounds around her became heavier, and even the housekeeper and Aunt Wang, who had returned to the living room at some point, were staring at her closely with inexplicable nervousness.
"Who is it? Is it the tender sweet and sour pork ribs, or the sweet and sour scrambled eggs with tomatoes, or the savory shredded pork with Beijing sauce, or for example, the bowl of mung bean soup that clears away heat and dampness."
Lin Yitang changed the tone of his words, causing the expressions of the people around him who were "watching him with eager eyes" to change instantly.
Wen Hangxing expressed his disdain for her behavior, "It's boring if you do this, I..."
Lin Yitang made a gesture to silence him and said in a low voice, "I declare that the final winner is... Congratulations to our contestant Jiang Sui for his Beijing-style shredded pork with soy sauce."
Lin Yitang clapped his hands and automatically played the cheerful music of "ding ding ding".
Jiang Sui smiled, revealing two small dimples on his lips, "Thank you, Aunt Lin."
Lin Yitang patted Jiang Sui's shoulder, acting like a seasoned cooking veteran. "Comrade Jiang Sui is very talented, but don't be too proud. You need to keep working hard."
Jiang Sui nodded vigorously, "Yeah."
At his age, Wen Zeli didn't care about winning or losing the game at all, so after learning the result, he just nodded to indicate that he understood, and then sat down to enjoy dinner.
But Wen Hangxing was so angry that he jumped up and down, "Why is my scrambled eggs with tomatoes not good? Tell me, I made it many times before it was perfect!"
Lin Yitang looked at him with sympathy. "Comrade Wen Hangxing, I know you're anxious, but don't worry. We have to admit that some people are talented in cooking. Your scrambled eggs with tomatoes had no flavor at all. How can I comment on it?"
123 interjected, "That's hard to say."
Three veins popped out of Lin Yitang's forehead. Who can do anything about it? When will we learn to stop watching these awful memes?
Wen Hangxing snorted angrily, pulled out a chair and sat down, very dissatisfied with Lin Yitong's decision.
Lin Yitang stroked his fur, "Xiao Sui is a better cook than you, but if you study..."
She thought about Wen Hangxing's miserable second-to-last grade and felt that she couldn't praise him against her conscience. "He's worse than Xiao Sui in academics, but, but..."
Lin Yitang racked his brains, "Your temper is worse than Xiao Sui's, even more... unrestrained."
Wen Hangxing said quietly, "Do you think I'm stupid? I can't understand what you mean?"
Lin Yitang quickly denied, "No, at least you are taller than Xiao Sui, right?"
Wen Hangxing: "..." What nonsense, he was really getting angry.
"Hey, Xingxing, don't be so stingy." Lin Yitang used his trump card.
Wen Hangxing blushed, "Who told you to call me that?! Don't call me that, I'll get angry."
He repeated, "I'd be really mad."
Lin Yitang just thought he looked cute, but she still pretended to have a change of heart and said, "Okay." She added, "Stars."
Ahhhh! Wen Hangxing was no longer angry. He even hated himself for being so easily tricked by her.
Very good, today's trickery was successfully completed. Lin Yitang clapped his hands in satisfaction.
There were rice dumplings for dinner that night. Aunt Wang was not very comfortable with them cooking by themselves, so she thought about going to the kitchen to cook some food herself, but Lin Yitong stopped her and she simply brought some rice dumplings to fill their stomachs.
Jiang Sui's shredded pork with Beijing sauce was indeed a cut above the others and was quickly devoured. Next up was Wen Zeli's sweet and sour pork ribs and mung bean soup.
Wen Hangxing looked at the other three people at the table and saw that they basically avoided the dishes he made every time they picked them. He was so angry that his teeth were itching. They didn't eat a single bite of other people's dishes and only cared about themselves the whole time.
123 acted like a loving mother, commenting lovingly: "What a poor little thing!"
Lin Yitang felt his hair stand on end in an instant due to disgust. Help! There's a pervert here.
After dinner, Lin Yitang did not go out for a walk as usual, but instead called Wen Hangxing into the room.
"What?" Wen Hangxing looked at her sideways, still feeling upset about what had just happened.
"Oh, Xingxing. Boys should be more generous. Your cooking skills are not good now, why don't you go and learn it? By then, your cooking skills will surely improve by leaps and bounds and amaze me."
I have to say that Lin Yitong is good at making promises.
It has to be said that Wen Hangxing knew how to use cakes to satisfy his hunger. He was attracted by the last sentence at that time and had the idea of learning cooking in his mind.
Lin Yitang watched with satisfaction as the dissatisfaction on his face gradually turned into enthusiasm, and he put his hand on his neck to prevent himself from laughing out loud.
"I came to see you today about another matter," Lin Yitang explained under Wen Hangxing's questioning gaze. "What happened at Xiao Sui's house? It's not safe for a sixteen-year-old to live out there alone. The possibility that his father, stepmother, and others would seek revenge on him is also a major risk factor. So, your father and I discussed letting him come live with us. What do you think?"
"Okay." Wen Hangxing agreed readily.
"If you don't want to, let's give up this plan. Your feelings are the most important." Lin Yitang said to him, "Don't let Xiao Sui make you feel unhappy."
"It's okay, just let him move in. It's just a matter of having one more room." Wen Hangxing maintained the same attitude, without a trace of reluctance on his face.
123 screamed in Lin Yitang's mind, "Could the Son of Fortune be possessed by another body?"
Lin Yitang paused, "Is that possible?"
123 thought for a moment and said seriously, "There's basically no chance of that happening."
Lin Yitang: "What the hell are you talking about? You scared me!"
123 lowered his head guiltily, "I'm sorry, host. I've been reading about traditional Chinese cultural treasures lately, and I got carried away for a moment."
Lin Yitang: “…” Fantasy novels are just fantasy novels, there’s no need to make them grand and sophisticated.
Lin Yitang asked doubtfully, "Why are you suddenly so... easy to talk to?"
Wen Hangxing rolled his eyes at her and raised his head proudly, "Can't I be kind? Fine, I refuse."
"Now you seem a bit like your usual self." Lin Yitang breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, if you feel unhappy, just tell me. Don't keep it in your heart."
"I know." Wen Hangxing said lazily, "You're so nagging."
Lin Yitang waved, "Very good, you can go out."
After Wen Hangxing left the room, the smile on his face faded, becoming expressionless. He stared at the door for a while, muttering, "How can I arouse your guilt towards me if I don't agree? This way you can pay more attention to me, right?"
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