Just when he was doubting his life, he heard Jiang Sui beside him echoing: "You are worthy of being Aunt Lin. You can achieve such a level for the first time."
Wen Hangxing stared at him in astonishment, his eyes gleaming with a look of astonishment: "Are you serious? Where's that obsessive-compulsive person?"
Jiang Sui ignored his gaze and continued to look at Lin Yitang with admiration and praise.
Wen Hangxing looked at his father desperately, only to find that the man, who was wrapping the dumplings carefully, glanced at the dumplings in Ms. Lin's hand without blushing and said, "It's really good."
Is it really good? Wen Hangxing was almost crying. When he worked so hard to get first place in the grade, the housekeeper was so happy that he almost set off firecrackers at home. But his father just looked at him indifferently and never praised him a word.
Wen Hangxing clearly realized that he was the only one in the family who didn't fit in and was not affected by Ms. Lin's sugar-coated bullets.
"Wen Hangxing, this looks like you! Can I save this zongzi for you later?"
Lin Yitang held up the rice dumpling in his hand. On top of the glutinous rice were one or two salted egg yolks and a sausage. It barely looked like a human.
Wen Hangxing stared at the rice dumplings that Ms. Lin handed to him and replied awkwardly, "Okay, I'll give you some face."
But the moment Lin Yitang took it back, Wen Hangxing felt a chill in his heart. It was over. He had also been eroded by Ms. Lin's sugar-coated bullet.
In this family, no one can rival Ms. Lin. As long as Ms. Lin beckons, everyone in this family will rush to her side.
Lin Yitang felt that Wen Hangxing was too quiet today. She glanced at the person next to her and found that he was distracted. There was not a single finished rice dumpling in the bamboo basket in front of him.
Lin Yitang was a little speechless. Everyone in the family was working, and you wanted to get something for nothing and enjoy the fruits of other people's labor, right?
She took off her gloves and put them on Wen Hangxing's shoulders. "Master Wen, you're using your capitalist tactics at home, aren't you?"
He glanced at Wen Zeli again, and seeing that he was making good progress, he looked away. "Your father, that black-hearted and ruthless capitalist, is still working diligently. Don't try to get something for nothing."
He felt a pain in his shoulder, but Wen Hangxing didn't dare to fight back. Given Ms. Lin's status in the family, if she wanted to deal with him, she could just wave her hand and call a large group of people. With his father in charge, he didn't dare to offend any of them.
Thinking of this, Wen Hangxing's heart trembled three times, and he quickly picked up the rice dumplings and wrapped them up with leaves.
It looks pretty good. Lin Yitang nodded with satisfaction and took back the hand that was on Wen Hangxing's shoulder.
Wen Hangxing breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: It's terrible, Ms. Lin is really terrible.
After this incident, even the most dishonest people became obedient. The table was very quiet, with only Aunt Wang's occasional instructions. Everyone worked hard and finally finished the work in front of the restaurant.
"Wuhu, we're having zongzi tonight!" Lin Yitang clapped his hands and said happily, "Aunt Wang, please steam them as soon as possible."
Aunt Wang instructed the servants to take the rice dumplings to the kitchen. "Don't worry, ma'am. They will be ready soon."
In fact, the Wen family hasn't been this lively for a long time. No, the last time the housekeeper saw the family sitting together neatly and having a lively time was before the old woman passed away.
He became more and more convinced that his wife's arrival in the Wen family was a stroke of luck for the Wen family, and that this falling apart family finally saw the light of day before it was completely shattered.
This should also be a joy for the old man.
Aunt Wang looked at the housekeeper who was blocking her way and asked in confusion, "Old Liu, if you have something to say, just say it. If not, don't block my way. The lady is in a hurry to eat zongzi!"
The housekeeper said nothing, looked at the rice dumplings in the basket and reached out to take them, but was quickly hit by Aunt Wang.
"What are you doing? You're already old, but you're still taking the rice dumplings made by your wife and the others. Aren't you ashamed, Old Liu?"
Aunt Wang said angrily. She protected the zongzi tightly behind her, as if she would fight to the death with the butler if he moved again.
Butler: “…” There’s no need to be so cautious.
Receiving his gaze, Aunt Wang snorted, "This is the first time Madam and the others have personally made food. How could you ruin something so memorable?"
The housekeeper whispered, "I'll just take a few that are useful."
Hey! As expected, he wanted to attack Zongzi. Aunt Wang instantly became more alert and fixed her eyes on him. "It won't be useful to anyone. If you really want to, go get Madam's consent."
The housekeeper held his forehead helplessly and said, "I wanted to send some to the old gentleman. He is lonely in the old house alone."
Aunt Wang fell silent and sighed, "That's right. How could his life turn out like this? I wonder if he will regret it later."
The housekeeper gave her a sidelong glance and said, "Be careful with your words! Is this something we can orchestrate?"
Aunt Wang closed her mouth with a look of trepidation and handed the basket of rice dumplings to the housekeeper. "Hurry up and send it to the old gentleman. Remember to tell him to eat it while it's hot, but don't eat too much. It's hard for old people to digest glutinous rice."
Aunt Wang watched the housekeeper carefully carrying the basket and walking towards the back door, and she felt a little touched. She had worked in the Wen family for so many years, and she knew all the things about the Wen family clearly. Although the old man was pitiful, it was not others' fault that he was neglected.
Everything in this world is the result of cause and effect.
There was a clear coldness in her eyes, but it warmed up a little when she thought of Lin Yitang. No matter what, the appearance of the lady was a blessing for the entire Wen family. Even she felt that life was more enjoyable now.
Aunt Wang retracted her gaze and returned to her warm and straightforward self. She murmured, "Never mind him. I'm just an old woman who cooks. I'd better not get involved in this."
The housekeeper delivered the rice dumplings to the driver who had been waiting at the door, and told him to deliver them to the old man carefully without any mistakes.
After doing all this, he still felt that it was not appropriate, so he immediately called the old man in the old house.
Old Master Wen was sitting in the tea room. At his age, several of his old friends had passed away or moved away, and he couldn't find anyone to chat with.
After going through so much, he no longer had the desire to go out. What he did most often was to sit at home alone, drink tea, read a book, and occasionally miss old friends.
The phone beside him rang, a little out of place in the quiet room. As soon as he answered it, the housekeeper's voice came over, "Grandpa, Madam, the Master, the Young Master, and Young Master Jiang made some dumplings together today. We've sent some to you with the driver. Remember to eat them while they're hot, but don't eat too much."
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