Seeing her husband, who was deeply and unfairly adored by her father and who seemed weak and helpless, Lin Gantang decided to make a brave sacrifice, "Dad, I love steamed fish the most—give it to me, give it to me. Auntie Zhang has stewed a nourishing chicken soup, which I think Yanqing should drink more of."
Mr. Lin was in a good mood and easy to talk to, "Right, the chicken soup is good, Yanqing, you drink the soup first."
Mr. Lin sat down, and Lin Gantang ladled a big spoonful of the "mold" into Mr. Lin's bowl, "Dad, you've worked hard, you should eat more."
Seeing his daughter giving him the first bite of fish, Mr. Lin felt a gratifying contentment in his old heart. Indeed, she had become sensible after getting married, his efforts in raising her had not been in vain.
