After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

After Butler Lu left, Lin Gantang went back to the kitchen and saw that the beef was used up, so she picked other ingredients from the fridge to continue preparing the different fillings.

After she finished wrapping them, she set aside a portion and handed it to Aunt Zhong in the kitchen, saying, “Aunt Zhong, take this for Dad to try when you go back.”

Aunt Zhong realized she was referring to Wen Rendong and quickly nodded in agreement.

The Wen family.

For Wen Rendong, a simple serving of dumplings felt more precious than a lavish banquet.

It was only upon reflection that he realized this was the first time he had eaten dumplings hand-wrapped by a family member since Fang Xin had passed away.

A pure, simple, seemingly trivial but immensely precious sentiment.

Having lived a lifetime, he had gained wealth and status, but lost the hearts of true companions and close kin.

Wen Rendong sighed deeply, his eyes moved as he looked at the steaming dumplings.

His son could cook, but he preferred to cook for his wife and father-in-law, not him.

Better to praise the daughter-in-law more, the son would be happier then.@@novelbin@@

With a heavy heart, Wen Rendong picked up his phone, unusually prepared to post on Moments, but then thought that a small Moments post wasn’t enough to express his great satisfaction with his daughter-in-law, so he fiddled with his Weibo personal account—

“The dumplings my daughter-in-law made, delicious. [Picture.jpg]”

As there were many idle people watching things in the circle, it didn’t take long before Lin Zhaonan received a screenshot from a friend, teasingly saying, “Looks like your sister is really liked by her in-laws, envious indeed.”

Lin Zhaonan frowned as he read this after getting off work and tasting his sister’s comforting beef dumplings.

Envious? Really?

Without thinking, he took a photo and edited—

“Knows big brother loves beef filling, sent a whole big portion. [ThumbsUp.jpg]”

The portion of dumplings Lin Zhaonan showed off was larger, because their house had more people and Lin Gantang packed more.

Lin Zhaonan insisted, if he said it was given to him, then it was given to him.

He not only posted on Weibo but also promptly on Moments.

Only Wen Yanqing staid quietly, without a peep.

Lin Zhaonan scrolled through his phone several times, feeling he had won.

Before, whenever Wen Yanqing had one more cake than him, he would secretly show off, and today no pictures?

Ha, the truth was singular: Tangtang hadn’t left any for him!

Lin Zhaonan felt so proud he almost wanted to cross his legs in triumph, flipping to his brother-in-law’s chat: [Did you eat yet? What did you have today?]

[Oh, today Tangtang packed so much for me, I can’t even finish it, truly can’t finish it. (Picture)]

Wen Yanqing, who was dining, heard the notification and glanced at it, then calmly put down his chopsticks.

Then, Lin Zhaonan received a reply from his brother-in-law.

Everyone had only one picture, Wen Yanqing directly sent a nine-grid photo.

Colorful shrimp filling, mushroom and cabbage filling, anise pork filling, lamb and radish filling, chive and egg filling… The centerpiece was a lovingly stewed soup.

The dumplings were each delicately small and the soup in the picture was still steaming warmly.

[I said it was too much trouble and to eat something simple, but Tangtang disagreed, said the nutrition must be balanced.]

The words were like a sharp, cutting knife, Lin Zhaonan clutched his chest, pained.

What he received was merely the love that slipped through his sister’s fingers.

Wen Yanqing looked satisfied as he watched his big brother-in-law quiet down.

Until bedtime did Lin Gantang notice the contention between the three men and muttered silently: …you men, what exactly are you competing over?

She closed the page and linked up with Che Qin: [Qinqin, did you receive the invitation?]

[Received it, but…]

Che Qin hesitated, and Lin Gantang patiently waited.

The other side typed and then deleted, deleted and retyped, it took a long time before saying: [The art exhibition invited all high-profile people, it seems hardly suitable for me to go…]