The atmosphere at dinner was harmonious - 'everyone is happy'.
Wen Yanqing would probably never forget the 'unique' New Year's Eve dinner he had had.
In the living room, Lin Zhaonan and Jiang Tongtong were eating fruits and snacks with relish.
It...was understandable.
He sat and asked Gantang, "Your family's New Year's Eve dinner is always so...novel?"
"It depends on my dad's mood. Auntie Zhang made it last year." Lin Gantang looked around. Seeing that Mr. Lin was not there, she said with relief, "My dad's little hobby only happens once or twice a year anyway, so...let him be." As long as he was happy.
Wen Yanqing expressed his understanding.
"Next time..." Wen Yanqing paused. "If it's next year, let me do it."
Next year would be as happy and lively as this year, right?
Wen Yanqing gazed at her as if he was staring at a treasure that he guarded in his heart.
