Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

Lin's parents looked at Yang Fan, who had a calm expression, and then at their daughter, who seemed to want to bury her head in her chest. For a moment, they didn't know what to say.

For a fleeting moment, they truly believed it.

Moreover, to be honest, besides being shocked, they felt more surprise and satisfaction.

Yang Fan is a capable and responsible young man. He is handsome and calm in his speech and actions. If my daughter can really be with him, she will be incredibly lucky.

But it turned out to be just a misunderstanding.

Lin's mother saw everything clearly, her mind as clear as a mirror.

The more she looked at Yang Fan, the more satisfied she became, but sitting there now, she felt somewhat awkward.

So she said, "Xiao Fan, Xiao Ya, are you hungry? Auntie will make you something to eat."

Neither sibling refused the suggestion. Yang Fan said, "Auntie, thank you for your help."

"You silly child," Lin's mother scolded playfully, "Why are you saying thank you for a meal during the New Year?"

"Exactly!" Xiaoya stuck out her tongue. "Auntie, don't mind my brother, she's just pretending to be particular."

After a pause, Xiaoya continued, "Auntie, let me help you with that too."

"Xiaoya, you're a guest, why would your auntie need your help? Besides, one person can handle the cooking."

After saying that, she got up and went to the kitchen to get busy.

After Lin's mother left, Xiaoyu felt a little uncomfortable sitting in the room, so she stood up:

"Xiaoya, brother, I'll go to the kitchen and see if my mom needs any help."

After saying that, she didn't dare to look at Yang Fan even once, and quickly left with her head down.

Soon, a series of clanging sounds came from the kitchen.

Lin's mother washed rice and vegetables with nimble movements.

Lin Xiaoyu stood quietly to the side, picking vegetables and peeling garlic. Although her cheeks were still flushed, her movements were very skillful, showing that she often did housework at home.

In the main room, Xiaoya leaned close to Yang Fan's ear and whispered mischievously:

"Brother, I have a feeling that Xiaoyu's parents are quite satisfied with you, their 'fake son-in-law'?"

Yang Fan rolled his eyes at her: "You talk too much. Don't talk nonsense, it's not good if someone hears you."

"I'm not making this up!"

Xiaoya pouted, "Didn't you see the look in Auntie's eyes just now? They were so bright! And when you said you were just helping out, I could see the disappointment on her face from miles away!"

"And Xiaoyu," Xiaoya said in a low voice, laughing like a cat that had just stolen some cream.

"You just said you treat her like a younger sister, but look at her gloomy face, she's probably feeling really upset!"

Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and the image of Lin Xiaoyu with her head down and looking forlorn flashed through his mind, but he remained stubbornly silent:

"Don't try to figure out what other girls are thinking."

"..."

More than an hour later, a sumptuous home-style meal was served.

Although there were no delicacies, every dish was made with utmost sincerity.

Golden and crispy fried ribbonfish, mushroom soup made with home-raised free-range chicken, and a plate of tempting braised pork, along with a few refreshing vegetables, all smell incredibly delicious and make your mouth water.

"Come, come, Xiaofan, Xiaoya, have a seat!" Lin's mother greeted them warmly. "We don't have anything fancy to eat, please make yourselves at home!"

"Auntie, you're too kind. This is enough for a banquet!" Yang Ya said with a smile.

The four people sat around the table.

Lin Xiaoyu sat diagonally opposite Yang Fan, her head down the whole time, only taking small bites of rice from her bowl, her blush never fading.

Yang Fan had just finished a bowl of rice and was about to get up to get another one.

"Brother, I... I'll get it for you."

A small, fair hand suddenly reached out and took his empty bowl.

Lin Xiaoyu's voice was barely audible. After saying this, she ran into the kitchen as if fleeing before Yang Fan could reply.

Soon, she returned carrying a bowl overflowing with rice and carefully placed it in front of Yang Fan.

"Wow!" Xiaoya exclaimed exaggeratedly from the side.

"Xiaoyu, you're so biased! You only see that my brother's bowl is empty, but mine is empty too! Why don't you see that?"

Lin Xiaoyu was flustered by her words and her cheeks flushed red.

"I...I didn't notice, Xiaoya, I...I'll go get you some more!"

"No need! I was just teasing you!" Xiaoya said with a smile as she got up to get some rice. As she passed Lin Xiaoyu, she playfully pinched her cheek.

Looking at their daughter's flustered, shy, and nervous appearance, Mr. and Mrs. Lin exchanged a glance, both seeing loving yet helpless smiles in each other's eyes.

This girl's intentions are as clear as day; everyone knows.

Lin's mother picked up the largest chicken leg and put it into Yang Fan's bowl.

"Xiao Fan, here, have a chicken leg. We really owe you a lot today."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Just as Yang Fan was about to pick up his chopsticks, he noticed that Lin Xiaoyu, who was sitting opposite him, was also quickly picking up a chicken leg and putting it into Yang Ya's bowl next to Yang Fan.

Then, as if she had completed some important task, she quickly lowered her head and continued to pretend to be focused on eating her rice.

This little gesture is full of the implication of trying to hide something obvious.

Xiaoya looked at the chicken leg in the bowl, then at Lin Xiaoyu's ears, which were so red they were practically steaming, and suppressed a laugh, deliberately saying loudly:

"Thank you, Xiaoyu! You're so good to me! Unlike Auntie, hmph! She's biased!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, you little brat!" Lin's mother glared at Yang Ya, both amused and annoyed.

The meal took place in this warm yet slightly ambiguous atmosphere.

Although Lin Xiaoyu was too shy to look up at Yang Fan, she kept making little movements.

When she saw that Yang Fan's teacup was empty, she would quietly pick up the kettle and refill it for him.

Seeing that the plate of braised pork in the middle of the table was far from Yang Fan, she would subtly push the plate towards Yang Fan while picking up food herself.

(P.S.: I'll post one chapter now. I'm helping out at a friend's wedding, I'll finish the rest later when I get back.)