It was Lin Baiwan who broke this strange atmosphere.

Lin Baiwan had been sleeping in the study upstairs. Perhaps he smelled the familiar smell of the little master, and ran down from the building "rubbed", like a small whirlwind passing by.

When passing by Xie Heng, the big fluffy tail threw Xie Heng intentionally or unintentionally.

Lin Yian was refreshed and smiled happily.

Not bad, Mr. Cat did a pretty job.

It seems that the dried fish from so many years have not been futile.

It would be great if the force of drawing people could be greater.

Lin Er couldn't help but stretch out his hand and quietly pulled Lin Yian's sleeve, wanting to remind him to put the smile on his face slightly and don't smile so obviously. The regret on his face "How could he not kill him" was so full that it was about to overflow the screen.

This is the first time Xie Heng has seen such a big cat.

He was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said slowly: "Mr. Lin's cat..."

"Um?"

Lin Yian narrowed his eyes and waited for his next article, wanting to see what unique farts he could make.

"——The food is really good." Xie Heng said politely.

Lin Yian: “…”

Although it is telling the truth, why does it sound so awkward?

Lunch was still Lin Yian's knife.

Mr. Lin always has inexplicable confidence in his cooking skills, and he doesn't know where his confidence comes from.

Maybe it's born.

Men are so brilliant and so confident.

Lin Yian hummed a small song into the kitchen with fresh ingredients bought from the supermarket.

The servants at home are there, but when Lin Er is at home, Lin Yian cooks by himself.

Although it is very unpalatable, either salty or sweet or muddy, it rarely has success, but since your own children can tolerate it, Lin Yian can certainly tolerate it too.

Xie Yan knew Lin Yian's true cooking skills and wanted to go over and help, but Xie Heng waved his hand at him: "I'll go. Since I'm here to be a guest, you can't just sit there and let the owner do everything."

“…”

Xie Yan and Lin Er were silent at the same time when they said this.

Xie Heng... doesn't seem to be able to cook, either?

But Xie Heng was blinded by Lin Yian's confidence. His idea was that although his cooking skills were not very good, it was still okay to give the chef a simple trick.

After all, Lin Yian's posture when she walked towards the kitchen looked really chef-like.

The kitchen is on the first floor and is not open-plan. Liner sat restlessly on the sofa, looking in the direction of the kitchen from time to time.

Although nothing can be seen, the sound can be heard.

Lin Yian was chopping bones in the kitchen, and when the knife fell, the ground seemed to tremble. Judging from the strength of his attack, Lin Er always felt that he was chopping bones, but Xie Heng.

Fortunately, Mr. Lin still knew the right way and did not chop Xie Heng down.

The two of them finished the lunch peacefully.

At half past twelve, the fire was turned off on time in the kitchen.

The plates were brought out one by one, and soon the food was placed on a full table.

Lin Er saw the steamed crabs that were firmly on the c position of the dining table at almost a glance.

ah……

What else can you say?

Then I wish Xie Heng good luck.

After serving the meal, Lin Yian went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of white wine and put it on the table.

He pulled open the seat and didn't sit down. He shook a wine glass in his hand, raised his eyebrows and looked at Xie Heng who was opposite.

The goblet was sandwiched between his slender and distinct finger bones, and he played with it. It was like a pen turning. The goblet turned from top to bottom between his fingers three times, and was held firmly in his hand.

Then, Lin Yian buckled the goblet to the dining table and asked lazily: "Drink?"

For some reason, Lin Er heard a vague sense of provocation from these simple three words.

Xie Heng swept his eyes gently over him, and his peach blossom eyes were still gentle: "No, thank you."

Lin Yian: “…”

He punched the cotton without any focus.

In order to prevent Lin Yian from really holding the wine glass on Xie Heng's head, Lin Er quickly sat down next to him, pulled his clothes by the way, and pressed him onto the chair: "Mr. Lin, I'm hungry, let's have a meal."

Lin Yian then said "tsk" a little unhappy and sat down as she wanted.

Although he said this, Liner didn't mean to pick up the food after picking up the chopsticks.

Similarly, Xie Yan also reacted this way.

They paused their eyes on the steamed crabs at the c position of the dining table for a moment, and then moved away at the same time very tacitly.

Only Xie Heng, who has not experienced Lin Yian's cooking skills, is ignorant.

Lin Yian also pushed the steamed crab in front of Xie Heng, and raised his chin slightly: "They don't like to eat it, you eat it."

The phrase "you eat" sounds more like "Hurry up and give it to me, I have given you enough face, don't be ungrateful."

Of course, Xie Heng would not refute his face, but instead thanked him politely while extending chopsticks to the hairy crabs.

But he still couldn't help but wonder for a moment.

Steamed crab...is this color?

Why does it look different from what you usually eat?

But he was blinded by the attitude of the first-class chef Lin Yian was when cooking - Mr. Lin was so skillful and confident, so Xie Heng took the initiative to find a reason for this dish of poorly-selling steamed crabs. Maybe it was because of the different cooking techniques.

Xie Heng used this reason to convince himself.

Until the second his chopsticks were "clicked" by the hairy crabs.

Xie Heng: "?"

Xie Heng: “…”

The cooking techniques are different???

This reason seems to be unable to convince him.

Lin Er could see clearly. In that second, Xie Heng's expression changed.

Alas……

The expected scene.

The whole family must be neatly arranged.

Everyone took turns to be pinched by crabs, and no one could escape.

The scene of eating raw live crabs is a bit terrifying. Xie Heng silently competed with the hairy crabs for a while, but in the end he gave up his chopsticks and took another pair.

Perhaps to take care of Lin Er's taste, the food on the table is mostly soup, crucian carp tofu soup, mutton vermicelli soup, fresh shrimp meatball soup...

The soup can always be cooked, right?

With this idea in mind, Xie Heng took a sip of the soup and was stunned.

Um……

How to say it is a bit difficult to describe in words.

He put down the spoon in his hand and turned his head to look at his son - Xie Yanzheng quietly drank the soup in his bowl without changing his face.

Xie Heng: “…”

Taste failure?

He turned his head and looked at Liner again.

The little girl is already serving the second bowl.

Xie Heng: “…”
Chapter completed!