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"Brother Yu, are you stupid... drinking so much..."

Shang Yu turned his head to look at him, quietly took his hand under the table, and whispered something that only the two of them could hear.

"It's worth it for you."

Lin Zhao's nose tingled, and she was about to cry again, but Shang Yu gently pressed the corner of her eye with his thumb.

"Don't cry."

He chuckled softly.

"If you cry again, your father will think I'm bullying you."

Lin Zhao burst into laughter through her tears and turned to look at the two of them.

"Mom and Dad, please eat more. This was too sudden, I wasn't prepared. Next time I have time, I'll cook for you myself."

Shang Yu explained it to him.

"These dishes were developed by Zhaozhao and the kitchen staff. Although they can't compare to his skills, they're still pretty good. You should try them."

Qin Nianzhao chimed in as well.

"Yes, yes, my brother is a great cook. This restaurant is also quite good. Daddy, try this sweet and sour pork. It's exactly the same as the one in Hong Kong."

The group chatted and laughed, and a simple dinner tasted just like Chinese New Year.

Lin Zhao held Shang Yu's hand tightly, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction in her heart.

That's great, he has a family now.

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After eating until 9 p.m., the restaurant will be preparing to close.

Shang Yu and Lin Zhao escorted them to the door.

Qin Cheng'an and his group came in a hurry this time, and they will be preparing to return the next day.

Yu Shuwei was really reluctant to part with him, so she reached out and held Lin Zhao's hand, asking repeatedly.

"Are you really not coming back with us? Grandpa misses you a lot, and I've prepared so many things for you..."

"Shuwei..."

Qin Cheng'an interrupted her.

"My child said the shop has been busy lately, and he'll go back home after the National Day holiday. It's only a few days away, so let's wait a little longer."

Lin Zhao nodded and took Yu Shuwei's hand in return.

"Yes, Mom, it's only three days left. I'll definitely buy the earliest flight, and I'll see you off tomorrow morning."

Yu Shuwei reluctantly let go of their hands.

Qin Nianzhao emerged.

"Brother, I won't go back this time. I'll stay here a few more days. I still have things to do at your house..."

Before the word "location" could even be uttered, someone suddenly tugged at my ear.

He cried out in pain and looked back; it was Qin Cheng'an.

"Not going to school anymore? Running around outside every day, trying to get expelled right after the start of the semester?"

Qin Nianzhao ignored his rebuke and instead huddled behind Yu Shuwei, looking aggrieved.

"Mommy, look at Daddy."

Yu Shuwei patted the back of his hand.

"Your dad is right. If you really want to come visit, come during summer vacation."

Qin Nianzhao sighed.

"Brother, if only you had sold Jin Suo earlier, I would have applied to schools in mainland China!"

Qin Nianzhao has always been a good student; families like theirs usually send their children abroad to study.

They say he might be expelled, but given his academic performance, that's impossible. He's a prodigy, after all.

Speaking of the gold lock, Yu Shuwei took out the long-forgotten gold lock from her pocket and put it around Lin Zhao's neck.

"Xiao Zhao, this golden lock is for protection and safety, don't put it down again."

Lin Zhao raised his hand and rubbed the golden lock on his chest. It felt cool, but his chest was very hot.

He nodded.

"Okay, I won't rain anymore."

After everyone had completely left, Shang Yu suddenly grabbed Lin Zhao's hand and hurriedly walked towards the car.

It was so sudden that Lin Zhao was startled.

"Brother Ayu, where are we going?"

Shang Yu stopped and turned to look at him.

"Zhaozhao, come with me somewhere."