Aren't we friends? Why are you rushing at me?

Upon arriving at the Lin family home, Lin Shi parked his car in the temporary parking space as usual.

The three men, carrying gifts, knocked on the Lin family's door.

A moment later, a butler came out.

He was dressed in a meticulously tailored tuxedo, and the angle of his bow tie looked as if it had been measured with a protractor.

He bowed slightly, his posture impeccable, displaying the meticulous demeanor of a high-end butler.

"Mr. Lin, Miss Ye, Miss Su. The young master has already given instructions. This way, please."

As soon as he finished speaking, he straightened up and naturally extended his hand, indicating that he wanted to take the gifts from the three people.

Lin Shi and the other two handed over the gifts and followed the butler into the Lin family's antique-style building.

As soon as they entered the living room, Ye Cheng and Su Xin looked at the layout and subconsciously shrank back.

The layout of the entire living room is extremely sophisticated, simple yet extraordinary, with almost no superfluous decorations. Even the green plants in the corners are arranged as neatly as if measured with a ruler.

Dark solid wood tables and chairs are arranged in a specific order in the reception area, exuding a solemn atmosphere that keeps strangers at bay.

Lin Tingquan and Lin Qingyao sat upright in their chairs, their backs straight.

How to describe this posture? You can only say that any random photo taken could be used as a standard for sitting posture for primary and secondary school students.

Looking at this situation, Lin Shi seemed to suddenly understand why Lin Tingquan's "sassy" attribute had emerged.

Am I still at home? I feel like I'll be exhausted if I stay here like this for a few days.

"Lin Shi".

"Lin Shi." Lin Tingquan stood up first, a perfectly timed smile breaking the slight tension.

Lin Shi nodded, and the three of them walked to the seats and sat down.

Because of the living room environment, they unconsciously slowed their movements.

Lin Tingquan looked at them, gave an awkward smile, and looked up at the clock on the living room wall:

"Please wait a moment. Dinner will be served in 10 minutes."

After hearing this, Lin Shi also looked up at the clock, where the hour and minute hands were pointing to the five and ten positions respectively.

If it's 5:50, that's ten minutes. Is dinner served at a fixed time of 6:00?

Lin Shi pondered in his heart, then turned to look at Lin Tingquan, still feeling somewhat unaccustomed to this environment.

Lin Tingquan clearly sensed his awkwardness and took the initiative to start a conversation.

However, compared to the bizarre stories at noon, the present has now turned into various business plans and future developments, which are extremely boring.

Lin Shi listened, occasionally responding, while glancing at Ye Cheng and Su Xin out of the corner of his eye to observe their state.

But they found that compared to their own suffering, the two women were actually living much more easily.

"Orange" truly lives up to her nickname "Little Sun." She's currently having a great time chatting with Lin Qingyao, sharing her fun experiences on the mountain.

Every now and then, it made Lin Qingyao and Su Xin laugh out loud, adding a bit of liveliness to the dull living room.

Time passed slowly until the clock ticked to six o'clock, its chimes echoing throughout the house.

Lin Shi found the sound a bit too loud and became curious about the internal structure of the clock.

But before he could even begin his investigation, Lin Tingquan and Lin Qingyao, as if entering some kind of pre-programmed routine, suddenly stood up and gestured for Lin Shi and the other two to move towards the dining table.

Then came the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Lin's father, Lin's mother, and Lin Tingquan's grandfather, Lin Jianguo, came down. Although they didn't come down at the same time, they came down around the same time.

The group of eight walked toward the restaurant.

The rectangular mahogany dining table was already neatly arranged, with ten carved chairs placed around it.

Four on each side, and one at each end, arranged in a staggered yet orderly manner.

Mr. Lin walked straight to the head seat at the top of the table and sat down, his posture upright and his presence commanding. Mrs. Lin took her seat to the left of the head seat, her movements elegant and dignified.

Lin Jianguo, Lin Tingquan, and Lin Qingyao lined up in order of seniority and prepared to take their seats.

At this moment, the butler also quickly stepped forward and made a guiding gesture to Lin Shi and the other two:

"Mr. Lin, Ms. Ye, Ms. Su, please have a seat here."

Before the six people could even sit down, they heard hurried footsteps coming from upstairs again.

Lin Wanrou quickly walked down the stairs.

He looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up.

Her clothes weren't as meticulous as Lin Tingquan's, but they were still quite neat, showing that she had tried her best to tidy them up in a hurry.

Mr. Lin frowned as he looked at Lin Wanrou's clothes.

He didn't speak, but simply turned his head to the side, as if he didn't want to see his daughter.

A hint of affection flashed in Lin's mother's eyes, but she said nothing and sat quietly in her seat.

Seeing their actions, Lin Wanrou's mood suddenly sank, but she quickly rallied and forced a smile as she sat down in her seat.

Grandpa Lin, however, was exceptionally gentle and said softly:

"Wanrou just fell asleep."

"If you're going to sleep, don't get up yet. Get some rest before you get up."

"No matter what, you'll never go hungry in our family."

"Uh-huh."

Lin Wanrou looked at Grandpa Lin, nodded, and her smile became more natural.

Everyone was seated, and the dinner officially began.

Lin Shi sat in his seat and, seeing that everyone around him was sitting upright, he also subconsciously straightened his spine.

I suddenly feel nostalgic for that dinner party at the Su family's house.

Although Su's father was a bit scary, the atmosphere here was much better.

Su's mother would also push her favorite dishes closer to her.

But now, everyone is focused on eating, and there is no conversation at all.

It was as if we were just strangers who happened to be eating at the same table.

They were even less silent than strangers. Strangers might exchange a few words, but now there was complete silence.

Lin Shi continued to eat his meal nervously.

As time went by, her body eventually began to deteriorate, and she lost her initial composure.

That's normal, though, since they haven't undergone long-term professional training in posture.

Suddenly demanding that you sit up straight.

At first it was fine, but as time went on, some slackness inevitably set in.

Even Ye Cheng and Su Xin had already subtly bent over a little, but even so, their posture remained graceful.

While eating, Lin Shi observed the postures and expressions of the people at the table.

Since they can't speak, this is the only way they can pass the time.

His gaze shifted to Lin Wanrou. He noticed that her waist had also bent slightly.

Lin's father seemed to be paying special attention to Lin Wanrou's posture.

After seeing Lin Wanrou bend over, he shot her a cold glare.

Upon seeing this, Lin Wanrou jolted, accidentally shaking the soup bowl beside her and spilling some soup.

Lin's father frowned but remained silent.

But everyone present could tell he was uncomfortable.

Lin's mother then spoke up:

"Soup."

This makes the atmosphere at the dinner table even colder.

Grandpa Lin glared at the two of them and then used a napkin to wipe up the spilled soup from Lin Wanrou's face.

Lin Shi looked at his parents and frowned as well.

Lin Wanrou has just returned to the Lin family, so her demeanor is naturally not to their liking. But isn't this request a bit too much?

He turned to look at Ye Cheng and Su Xin.

Their eyes were filled with discomfort and worry.

In contrast, Lin Tingquan and Lin Qingyao seemed unfazed by their father's gaze.

After all, they were "original people" who grew up under the Lin family rules. They had been used to their father's behavior since they were young and had long since become accustomed to it.

The Lin family dinner slowly passed in this awkward atmosphere.