Lin Mubai returned to the dining area of the living room. Without a certain someone’s presence, he acted as if he didn’t see anything. He calmly handed over clothes for his wife to wear, and then sat down again to continue eating.
An Nan and An Jiayou both felt guilty, so naturally they lowered their heads to eat without daring to say much. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel※fire.net
After the meal, well, technically there wasn’t any alcohol, just food, in order not to let a certain someone notice anything strange, Han Xiayang even licked all the oil clean from his bowl before returning to the living room. However, faced with a certain someone’s sharp gaze, he still felt a pang of guilt inside.
Seeing the person walking in from the balcony, Lin Mubai lifted the corner of his lips with a cold smirk, speaking words that could choke a person: "What, is the view from my balcony more appetizing?"
Han Xiayang was quick to react, mainly because he had thick skin, so he went along with Lin Mubai’s words: "Yeah, the scenery from the balcony is great. I didn’t have any dishes to eat, so looking at the view was my side dish, isn’t that allowed?"
"Of course I’m full." Han Xiayang nodded eagerly. At this point, ’full’ was an understatement. It was a kind of spiritual satisfaction and excitement, far more noble than a full stomach.
As soon as his words fell, he saw that certain someone approaching him step by step with a cold smirk, making his heart instantly skip a beat: "No way, just because I ate a couple of bites? You don’t want me to vomit it out, do you?"
Han Xiayang’s first reaction was to cover his mouth.
Then, before he could understand what was going on, he found himself standing at the door, still holding the empty bowl and pair of chopsticks from earlier, looking very much like someone begging for food.
"Damn, what is this supposed to mean, treating me like a beggar?" But no matter how loudly he shouted, the people inside the house couldn’t hear him.
Realizing that he would not be able to go back inside today, Han Xiayang could only leave gloomily holding the empty bowl and chopsticks.
Inside the room, An Nan glared at a certain someone with discontent: "Seriously, how can you act , he’s your brother after all."
Lin Mubai didn’t care about the scolding at all: "So what, in this life, I only cook for my wife and family. If he wants to eat, he can wait for the next life."
An Nan wanted to shout back, ’Your brother already ate, just think about it,’ but decided against it. This man’s stinginess was simply something she couldn’t deal with, so it was better to pretend this incident didn’t happen.
Yet someone without any sense started making phone calls right after leaving, Han Xiayang began calling everyone: "Haha, I’m telling you, do not envy me. I just ate at Young Master Lin’s house, and it was personally cooked by him."
Before the meal was even finished, Lin Mubai’s phone was bombarded by calls: "Lin Mubai, you ungrateful brat, I’m your sister, your sister, and I have never tasted your cooking. But that bastard Han Xiayang beat me to it." Lan Xinxixi slammed the table in the police station, scaring the criminal in front of her into confessing everything without hesitation.
After hanging up his phone, Lin Mubai didn’t hesitate to turn off his phone and casually reached for An Nan’s phone.
"What are you doing with my phone?" The speaker looked puzzled.
Lin Mubai didn’t explain, directly dialing a certain fool’s phone: "That development project in Africa hasn’t been negotiated successfully yet, you go tomorrow. Also, don’t come back until it’s done."