"Quick, let me have a look. We're not outsiders, so don't be so formal. *Watching the show*"
"I heard 'Tangtang'. Which candy? The sweet type?"
Nine-year-old conquering the land: "My wife's name is so sweet."
Tangtang's daddy: "It's this 'Tang'."
Salted fish flipping over: "Brother above, you changed your nickname so quickly."
Lin Gantang brought Wen Yanqing over and gestured at him to shush. "It's a live broadcast," she said softly.
"Am I disturbing you?" Wen Yanqing lowered his voice.
"It's okay. Wait a moment. It'll be done soon." Lin Gantang pulled him over to have a seat and patted the snow off his hair. "It's snowing outside? I didn't even notice."
"It just snowed. It's a light snow. Just pat it off."
"Let me help you wipe it off. It's a little melted."
There was no towel. Lin Gantang left to get some dry tissues. She said to him, "Don't talk. Just let the cats do the live broadcast."
