It was impossible for her to shut up. Lin Gantang directly exposed him. "Did I say anything about you drinking secretly? I didn't take a key from Yanqing's family either. What did you say I'm doing?"
"I've given you the password to open the door," Wen Yanqing interjected.
"Look, look. Who should I scold, if not you?" Mr. Lin immediately seized the opportunity to retort. "What has it got to do with drinking? Which eye of yours saw that I was the one who drank?"
Seeing that they were about to argue, Wen Yanqing kindly scooped a bowl of soup for Mr. Lin. "Uncle, drink this soup. Gantang is worried about your health."
Then, he peeled the prawns for Lin Gantang. "Uncle, your blood lipid level is under control now. It's okay to drink a little."
"It's still Yanqing who's considerate." Mr. Lin picked up the soup and took a sip. "Sigh, the soup that Yanqing scoops is really different. It's especially sweet."
