Wen Yanqing made the first move to take over the kitchen. Mr. Lin went in, grabbed a pan with one hand and clung to the prep table with the other; he couldn't be dragged away, and any further persuasion would just make him angry.
"Dad, you should be with the guests. Staying in the kitchen is not appropriate." Lin Gantang said.
"No need to stand on ceremony with family. Besides, aren't you here? You go to the living room and keep Yanqing's dad company."
"People your age have more to talk about." Lin Gantang urged him to go out.
"What's gotten into you, child? Not letting me cook? Is this little hobby of mine not allowed? Do you really want me to pick up some unsavory habits before you are happy?" Mr. Lin grumbled, "Like President Liu who goes to nightclubs or that person from the Chen family who flies to the gambling city every other day..."
