Upon entering the house, the bench was long and soft, capable of seating several people, inviting one to sit down repeatedly.
Next to it was a wooden table that also appeared out of the ordinary, exuding an understated luxury.
Along the wall was a particularly large bookshelf, crammed full of books.
Lin Qingshan gave it a cursory glance and realized he couldn't even make out the titles.
It wasn't that he couldn't read, but that even when looking at them together, he couldn't find a focal point.
Lin Qingshan looked for a while, then, rather than embarrass himself further, sat quietly to the side and drank tea.
Hmm, the tea at his future brother-in-law's house was quite good.
Lin Tang went up and opened the lunch box, saying, "The food should still be hot, you'd better eat now, otherwise it will need warming."
The food, warmed by Xiuli in the kitchen, was still quite warm when it was brought over.
