"Second Brother, how can Lin Piaoxue be incompetent? She's incredibly capable. She knows at least eighty, if not a hundred, men. But I find it strange that not a single man is willing to propose marriage." Lin Ming said, then suddenly realized something and said with a start, "I know! They must have seen through you and know you're a vicious woman, so they're afraid to marry you."
Lin Piaoxue was both ashamed and angry after hearing Lin Ming's words, and almost couldn't help but smash the bowl at Lin Ming.
Lin Qinghuan's eyes flickered. Lin Ming now disliked Lin Piaoxue very much and didn't give her any face at all.
Lin's mother spoke up, "Third son, Piaoxue is your own sister, so say less."
"Mom, you're just spoiling her! Be careful, she might kill you one day," Lin Ming said.
"Third Brother, if you keep talking nonsense and don't watch your words, I'll get angry with you," Lin Piaoxue said coldly.
"I'm not afraid of you. You're weak as a chicken, what can you do to me?" Lin Ming said, looking at Lin Piaoxue with disdain. "Or do you want to use the same tactics you used on Lin Qinghuan on me?"
As soon as Lin Ming finished speaking, Lin Feng, Lin's mother, and Lin's father all looked at Lin Qinghuan.
Lin Qinghuan kept a cold face and buried her head in her food.
Lin Piaoxue said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"No, you know what I'm talking about, but I'm too guilty to admit it. Having a sister like you is the worst luck I've ever had," Lin Ming said.
"Enough, third son, you're becoming more and more reckless with your words," Lin's mother scolded Lin Ming.
Seeing that the meal was still going on, Lin's father said with a stern face, "Eat your food, even good dishes can't shut you up." He then took another sip of wine.
Lin Piaoxue glared fiercely at Lin Ming, thinking he was becoming more and more annoying.
Lin Qinghuan glanced at Lin Piaoxue, who seemed to have lost her protagonist aura and was gradually being brought back to her original form.
"Dad, don't just drink." Lin Qinghuan said, putting a piece of tofu on her father's plate. "Have some tofu. Widow Wang's tofu is so smooth and tender, it's delicious."
Lin's father nodded with a smile. The tofu made by Widow Wang was indeed good, but her reputation wasn't very good.
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