While Wen Rendong had fun building the parent-child amusement park, the very next day Mr. Lin took advantage of their rest day to bring some pastries to the young couple's home.
Lin Gantang caught the beautifully wrapped box and thought of her dad's baking skills… damn it, she actually felt a little excited.
That kind of taste that's terrifying to look at but amazing to eat, truly addictive.
Wen Yanqing, wearing a casual home outfit, made a cup of tea for Mr. Lin, "Dad, you shouldn't have made the trip here. We should have gone back to visit you."
Mr. Lin waved it off and took a sip of his tea, saying, "I'm free every day, but it's different for you—young people work hard. Dad wouldn't want you to run back and forth."
Lin Gantang, while unwrapping the pastry box, "Is it only him? Isn't it actually because you can't bear seeing me and him struggle, plus you're too embarrassed to ask your daughter?"
"Go on, go eat your pastries," said Mr. Lin with disdain.
