New ink fragrance in old times

In the kitchen, Zhao Yue'e was busy. A pot of steaming dumplings was rolling on the stove, emitting an enticing aroma.

She adjusted the heat attentively, occasionally stirring gently with a spoon to ensure that each dumpling was cooked evenly.

"grandmother."

Zhao Yue'e's tone was filled with surprise: "Oh, you scared me, it's Sanlang. How did you come in so quietly?"

Lin Mo scratched his head embarrassedly, with an apologetic smile on his lips: "Grandma, I didn't mean it."

Zhao Yue'e smiled and said, "Sanlang, go and ask your uncle to come over for dinner."

Lin Mo immediately responded, "Okay."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the kitchen quickly.

Zhao Yue'e gently placed a bowl of steaming, fragrant dumplings in front of Tang Ming, and said with a smile, "Tang Ming, you must be hungry. Come and eat."

Tang Ming took the bowl and chopsticks, his eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you, mother, these dumplings are so delicious, just smelling them makes me want to eat them."

As he spoke, he eagerly picked up a dumpling and took a bite. The delicious broth instantly filled his mouth, and the taste seemed to wash away all his fatigue and worries. He narrowed his eyes, his face full of enjoyment, as if everything had become beautiful in this moment.

"Mother, I..."

Tang Ming hesitated to speak. There was so much he wanted to say, but he hesitated when the words reached his lips. He was afraid that his words would destroy this rare warmth, and even more afraid...

Zhao Yue'e seemed to see through his thoughts. She gently patted the back of Tang Ming's hand, interrupting his thoughts, her eyes full of understanding.

"Eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good if it gets cold. We can talk about other things after dinner."

At this time, Lin Xuebo stood up and his eyes fell on Lin Mo: "Sanlang, don't stand there, let's go and work with your uncle."

Lin Mo put aside his thoughts of eating melons and nodded obediently: "Okay, uncle, I'll be right there."

Tang Ming's arrival instantly made the originally slightly dull atmosphere lively and harmonious.

Everyone sat around the dinner table, laughing and chatting amidst the steaming hot food, and everyone had a smile on their face.

However, this rare harmony did not last long.

After dinner, the adults began to urge the children to go to bed early for various reasons. Lin Mo felt that the atmosphere tonight was a little unusual.

Han Suniang said to Lin Mo gently, "Sanlang, it's getting late, go to bed."

Lin Mo: "Mom, I'm not sleepy yet."

Han Suniang gently stroked Lin Mo's head, with a kind smile in her smile: "Be good, be obedient. The weather is getting colder, go to bed early, so that you can be warm in the quilt."

Seeing this, Lin Mo had no choice but to nod obediently. Although he felt a little unwilling, he turned around and walked towards his own bed.

Lin Mo lay on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

Especially when he saw his father quietly walk out of the house and never come back, Lin Mo's curiosity grew.

"What are you doing out so late? Is there something secret?"

Just as he was daydreaming, he suddenly felt the urge to urinate.

Lin Mo didn't want to leave the warm bed, it was too cold outside. He hesitated for a moment and decided to endure it.

But as time went on, the discomfort became more and more intense, and finally he decided to get up and solve it.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Han Suniang's voice came from the side: "Sanlang, it's so late, what are you doing?"

Lin Mo had to retract the foot he had just taken and turned to look at his mother with a look of embarrassment and helplessness in his eyes.

"Mom, I...I want to pee."

He scratched his head and tried to use the most natural tone to hide his inner feelings.

After hearing this, Han Suniang smiled, with a hint of teasing and love in her tone:

"Sanlang, it's cold now. There's a toilet in the house, so you can relieve yourself inside. It's very cold outside. What should you do if you catch a cold?"

When Lin Mo heard this, his heart skipped a beat. It was really embarrassing. I am an adult at heart.

"Mom, I actually want to go to the bathroom, but it's not very convenient in the room."

He hastily made up an excuse to try to hide his embarrassment.

After hearing this, Han Suniang felt a little helpless, but more of a love for her son. She sighed and said, "Then put on all your clothes and don't catch a cold."

Lin Mo nodded as he put on his clothes: "Okay, Mom, I understand."

Looking at Lin Mo's hurriedly leaving back, Han Suniang shook her head gently, with a gentle smile on her lips: "Sanlang, this child is shy at such a young age."

The words were full of pampering and comfort.

Lin Mo walked outside, the night breeze blowing across his face, bringing a slight chill. He couldn't help but shiver, but his mind became much clearer. He looked up at the starry sky, which was dotted with stars, like sparkling gems inlaid in the night sky.

After finishing the major event in his life, Lin Mo found that his uncle and younger uncle had entered the main room.

Lin Mo was secretly delighted and thought to himself, "Hey, I'll just take a look."

He walked cautiously to the wall, adjusting his posture for fear of being discovered, while at the same time keeping his ears perked up, trying to catch the conversation inside.

Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was solemn and quiet.

Tang Ming stood in the middle, facing Lin Wenhong and Zhao Yue'e, his eyes full of apology.

"Mom and Dad, I'm sorry. I've been dealing with family matters lately and have kept Yaya and the others waiting for so long."

His voice was low and sincere, revealing the guilt he felt.

Lin Wenhong sighed and looked at Tang Ming with complicated eyes, as if he was weighing something.

Zhao Yue'e sat silently by the side, without saying a word, but her furrowed brows revealed her inner anxiety and dissatisfaction.

The house was quiet, with only the occasional sound of breathing and the hum of the wind outside the window.

Lin Mo eavesdropped outside the house, secretly guessing in his heart: "My uncle will definitely jump up and scold him."

However, to his surprise, Lin Xuebao in the room just glanced at Tang Ming indifferently, with a faint look in his eyes, and never spoke a word.

Tang Ming took a deep breath and began to talk about what happened at the Tang family.

"The Tang family is indeed in trouble this time, but I've tried my best to resolve it. It's just..."

Lin Mo pressed himself against the cold wall, his ears like radar, picking up every sound coming from inside the house. As he listened, a plan came to his mind.

"My uncle wants to use the suffering of his wife and children to gain more benefits. This approach is understandable. But the other party is obviously not an easy person to deal with. From what Tang Qing has experienced before, we can see that they will never compromise easily."

Lin Mo was listening with great interest outside, but he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

"Everyone really has their own calculations. If Tang Qing knew about this, given his personality, he would definitely get stuck in a rut."

While Lin Mo was eavesdropping, he never forgot to be alert at all times to avoid being discovered.

Just as he was immersed in complicated thoughts, a sudden chill made him shiver, and he realized that he had been outside for a long time.

Lin Mo was secretly annoyed in his heart: Curiosity really killed the cat. I wanted to listen to the fun, but I didn't expect to put myself in such an embarrassing situation.

Lin Mo despised himself for a moment and prepared to go back to the house.

At this moment, Lin Mo discovered that Tang Qing was also standing outside the main room, quietly listening to the conversation inside the room.

Lin Mo was shocked and thought to himself: "How should I explain to Tang Qing why I am here?"

Lin Mo's heart was in turmoil, and countless excuses and reasons flashed through his mind, but he rejected them one by one.

He prayed silently: "Cousin, cousin, can you please go ahead for the sake of our brotherhood?" This corner is so cold and hard that my feet are almost frozen into popsicles.

However, Tang Qing was like a stone statue, motionless, with no intention of leaving. Lin Mo became increasingly anxious, but he didn't dare to move rashly, fearing that making any noise would attract Tang Qing's attention.

He could only continue to shrink in the corner, like a little mouse waiting for an opportunity to escape, while silently thinking in his mind how to resolve this sudden embarrassment.

"Perhaps, I can wait until Tang Qing leaves, then quietly slip away and pretend nothing happened. But wouldn't that make me look even more guilty? No, no, I have to find a more natural reason..."

Lin Mo weighed the options repeatedly in his mind, and every thought was accompanied by waves of uneasiness and anxiety.

"Ah~"