Cough! What's going on? So happy?" Old Master Lin coughed and walked in with a swagger, the more he looked at Wu Xiang, the more he liked him, and even Lin Jingrong seemed more pleasing to the eye than usual.

  Lin Jinyong stood up and offered his seat, pouring him a cup of tea: "As I was saying about Yang Xiao..."

  "Yang Miao?" Mr. Lin San had only met Yang Miao twice and couldn't remember the person, so he thought for a long time before a vague face appeared in his mind, then asked Wu Xiang: "Is it your uncle's family?"

  Wu Xiang smiled and nodded: "Exactly."

  Mr. Lin stroked his small mustache and turned his eyes: "I remember she used to live in your house often?" Wu Xiang nodded again: "My mother had no daughter, so she loved her very much and often invited her to stay at our home."

  Wu Xiang's expression was joyful and his tone was warm when he mentioned Yang Mo. Lin Sanlao saw this clearly and hastily asked, "I remember she and A Rong are about the same age, from Jiangnan to Pingzhou it's not very far but also not close, she's a young girl coming and going, isn't it difficult on the road? She often stays at your house, do her parents not mind?" In fact, he wanted to ask if Yang Mo was engaged or not, and whether she would be married to Wu Xiang, becoming relatives.

  What's wrong with him, being so concerned about other people's private matters? Wu Xiang saw Lin San Lao Ye's sly eyes and his "I won't rest until I get to the bottom of this" expression, and he couldn't help but dislike it. Frowning, he replied perfunctorily: "She's fine." Lin San Lao Ye asked again: "Is she coming to your house to stay again?" Wu Xiang was even more impatient: "I don't know."

  "Father, mother has arrived, let's have dinner?" Lin Sanlao was educated since childhood that one should not speak while eating and not talk while sleeping. But today he didn't do so, instead showing an unprecedented interest in Wu Xiang, asking him this and that, and even persuading him to eat more, with the intention of pleasing and winning him over being all too clear. Tao Shi looked at him several times, but he seemed to be unaffected.

  Wu Xiang, who was used to being flattered and fawned over every day, didn't think much of it at first, but Lin Sanlang's obvious behavior, combined with the awkward and strange expressions on Lin Jingyong and Tao Shi's faces, made him feel a bit odd. He hastily ate a few mouthfuls, then put down his chopsticks, excusing himself by saying he was full, and slipped away.

  Mr. Lin was completely unaware, and instructed Mrs. Tao: "It's just the right time to grow tall and strong, how can you not want to eat anymore after just eating a little? Is it not suitable for your stomach? Let someone ask him what he likes to eat."

  "Whatever it takes, find a way to get it for him."

  Taoye didn't know what he was thinking, and instinctively thought he was trying to curry favor with the new champion, so she frowned and said: "The journey is already difficult, and there are people from his family following us. What more can we do? If he says he wants to eat fresh fish and live shrimp, where am I supposed to conjure them up for him?"

  Mr. Lin San frowned: "You're just a housewife, what do you know?! Even if it can't be changed, what's the harm in asking? Would he be so unreasonable?"

  His voice was not small, and he didn't seem to care if the servants outside the Lin family heard him." Madam Tao was extremely annoyed, but she couldn't shirk it off, so she called out to Old Mother Gong: "Go ask what Wu Erlang likes to eat, and think of a way to make something else for him."

  Mr. Lin was finally satisfied, and after glancing at Lin Jianrong, who was eating with his head down, he said to Mrs. Tao in a serious tone: "This is just right! A little more concern is always good. I'll talk to him about poetry later, so as not to be bored on the way." He also said to Lin Shen: "Don't just focus on eating, learn from Wu Ergou too... If we can get this son-in-law who is a scholar, it will be easy to capture him. If we can get our hands on this son-in-law, will the first and second branches still dare to look down on us?"

  Lin Shen carefully held his bowl and swallowed a mouthful of rice, listlessly responding with an "oh".

  Tao saw Lin Shenzhi like this, and couldn't help but glare at Old Master Lin with disgust. He wanted to say what qualifications do you have to discuss poetry with others? But he was afraid of causing a scene in front of outsiders, so he could only swallow his anger.

  Talking about poetry? Can't he see Wu Xiang's contempt and impatience towards him?

  Lin Jinyong suddenly felt a wave of weakness, heavily sighed, and suddenly felt full, the remaining half bowl of rice was hard to eat.

  But then Wu Xiang walked out and saw Lin Shiquan holding a large bowl, following several servants sitting around a small square table eating, so he went forward to ask: "Ah Quan, why didn't you go in and have breakfast with us?"

  Lin Shiquan smiled slightly: "I have something to do, and I'm afraid of disturbing you while eating, so I didn't go in." No one likes to be stared at, and he doesn't want to appear in front of Lin Sanlao for no reason. The problem of eating, is it not the same whoever you eat with?

  Wu Xiang thought of Lin San's stubbornness and couldn't help but reveal a knowing smile: "Then you eat slowly, have some more." Then he glanced at the servant who was eating on one side and signaled with his eyes: "Bring me some chestnut cake and osmanthus cake, and brew another pot of good tea."

  "Master, haven't you eaten enough? But the dishes don't agree with your stomach."

  Wu Xiang nodded: "Yes, it's too hard to eat."

  Before he had even finished speaking, Gong's mother laughed from behind him: "Second Master, my mistress has sent me to ask what you would like to eat, so that we can prepare it especially."

  Wu Xiang still understood this kind of human sentiment and hastily turned back to smile: "No need, thank you for your concern, Auntie, I'm full, I'm full."

  "Please don't be polite..." said Mama Dung.

  Wu Xiang hastily waved his hand: "Don't be polite, don't be polite. I just want to eat some chestnut cake. My family's car has some prepared."

  The shit mother had no choice but to say two more polite words and went to ask Tao Shi for a reply.

  Wu Xiang got into his own car, flopped down onto the seat, and reached out to take a chestnut cake handed over by Ran Moke, biting into it with a scowl.

  "Master, look at the crispy bone fish that Sister Fang made for you. How can you also dislike eating it?" The young master was naturally picky, and he was used to eating Sister Fang's cooking at home. This time when he went out, his mother specially asked Sister Fang to follow him and cook his favorite dishes. Before leaving, Sister Fang had prepared thoroughly, if he didn't even eat that, then there was really no way.

  "It's not that it doesn't taste good, it's just that I can't eat anymore."

  "What's going on?"

  Wu Xiang said, "Facing that person's face, I couldn't eat. He was so noisy and asked everything." Yan Mo had been following him since childhood and had a bit of mischievous spirit, so he teased him happily: "Let me guess who it is? Ah, is it this one?" He stretched out three thumbs.

  Wu Xiang laughed and kicked him away: "Go, go, little rabbit, nonsense." Before, he had only heard the elders in his family say that Lin San was not capable, but now it seemed that not only was he not capable, but also didn't know how to read people's expressions. How annoying, fortunately Lin Jian Rong and her brother were not as unpleasant as him.

  He saw the expression on his face and knew he had hit the nail on the head, so he came up with an idea: "Young master, if you don't like to eat with them, just say you're tired tonight and want to rest in your room, avoid dinner time, Lin San will definitely let Fang's mother make something else for you. What do you want to eat is still up to you?"

  Wu Xiang kicked him lightly again: "Little rabbit, don't you know what's going on? Do I need you to teach me?" Yan Mo exaggeratedly fell into the carriage and shouted: "Young master, be gentle!"

  "Cough" Xianzhong, on the way, it's quiet, we two are just right to discuss, who do you like poetry...

  "Lin San Lao Ye's presence has yet to arrive, but his voice is already here."

  Is that all? Wu Xiang was extremely impatient and threw the chestnut cake in his hand out of the window, shouting: "I'm suffocating in this carriage, I want to ride a horse." He got out of the carriage, completely ignoring Lin Sanlang, turned around and walked in another direction, shouting loudly: "Dyed ink, come and prepare a horse for me!"

  Mr. Lin stood still for a moment, his face flushing from his neck to the top of his head, feeling that the servants around him were staring at him with strange eyes, so he fiercely swung his sleeves and angrily got into his own carriage. What's this? After being awarded as a provincial champion scholar, one becomes arrogant and thinks oneself is above others!

  Wu Xiang let out a sigh of relief, laughed and rode his horse forward, again leading the Lin family's servants to chase after him. He thought it was better to offend them once and for all, rather than having to deal with them in the future, which would be like taking his own life.

  Mrs. Tao heard what Mrs. Gong said and felt that Old Master Lin had brought shame upon himself, losing face was not pleasant: "This child is too arrogant, leaving no room for maneuver, no quarter asked nor given, it's really embarrassing." Old Master Lin should not have lost his temper in front of the servants, this was a loss of face for the Lin family, and she also lost face. Mrs. Tao's enthusiasm waned, now only wanting to smoothly bring the person to the end of the road and consider her task complete.

  Mrs. Gong smiled wryly and advised, "Madam, he's still young and only knows how to read books, he doesn't understand things." Why must you mind him?" "I won't mind him," Tao Shi lightly shook her head, her mood becoming even more depressed: "If our own family isn't as good as others, it's not surprising that people look down on us. I'm not looking at the Wu family's face, but I am looking at sister-in-law's face."

  Lin Jinyong sat quietly in the corner, staring blankly out of the window, speechless for a moment.

  By dusk, everyone stopped to rest, and the food was ready. Mrs. Tao ordered someone to invite Wu Xiang to come and eat, but Wu Xiang actually sent a servant to apologize, saying he was tired and wanted to rest in his room. Old Master Lin snorted coldly, and Mrs. Tao vaguely understood what was going on, so she had someone prepare another portion and send it to his room, and didn't ask about him again.

  Lin Jinyong only felt an indescribable fatigue, and after dinner, he lay down early. When he woke up again, it was already daylight. As usual, he went to set the table for breakfast and asked Lüzhi to invite Wu Xiang to come and eat. Lüzhi returned and whispered: "Wu Ershao got up early and has already eaten."

  Mr. Lin's face sank again, and he sneered, "Your brother-in-law from your wife's family is really arrogant, looking down on us. What a thing! I'd like to see what he'll end up as in the end? A talented scholar? Being talented but having no virtue is still not a good person."

  Mrs. Tao remained silent and didn't speak, picking up a chicken leg for Lin Shenzhi, instructing: "Eat well, grow up quickly."

  Lin Jinyong finished eating first and got up to check if the maids had packed all her personal belongings onto the carriage. After checking, she saw Lychee hand over a book: "Miss, this is what Wu Ershao asked me to give you, saying it's the travel notes you wanted. I found them last night, but you were already asleep... He said if you want to read anything else, just let him know." Lin Jinyong weighed the book in her hand, remained silent for a long time, and then smiled: "You keep it for me, I'll ask you for it when I want to read it." Why bother? It's better to go with the flow.

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