After traveling through time, she happily became the group's favorite

When everyone sat around the dinner table, they saw steam rising from the pot of soup carefully cooked by Lin's mother.

As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, the rich and fragrant aroma rushed into everyone's nostrils like a group of wild horses that had broken free from their reins.

At this moment, the well-behaved and sensible little brother Lin had already served bowls of fragrant, white rice one after another and gently placed them in front of everyone.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the dining table. The dishes that were so delicious and tasty were simply mouth-watering.

The most eye-catching one is the plate of tempting fried eggs with wood ear mushrooms. The golden eggs and dark green wood ear mushrooms are intertwined, like a beautiful painting.

There are also salted duck eggs cut into evenly sized pieces. The egg whites are as white as snow, and the yolks are a glossy orange-red color. People can't help but want to take a bite when they see them.

Of course, the fragrant stew is indispensable. The mushrooms in it are tender and juicy, like little elves swimming in the soup.

In addition, the simple yet flavorful pickled vegetables and the meat sauce just served are also very popular.

At this moment, the most dignified men at the table, Old Master Lin and Grandpa Lin, glanced at each other. They understood each other and said in unison, "Dinner is ready!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the food, which was still just steaming, immediately became the target of everyone's chopsticks.

Someone quickly reached out his chopsticks to pick up the fragrant fried wood ear mushrooms and eggs, chewed them in big mouthfuls, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

Some people have a special liking for the salty and delicious salted duck eggs. They carefully put the cut salted duck eggs into their bowls, scoop out the oily egg yolk with a spoon and put it into their mouths, enjoying the unique taste.

Some people prefer mushrooms in stewed soup, carefully picking them up and putting them into their mouths, feeling the smooth and delicious taste.

Some people even take a different approach and choose to pick up the seemingly ordinary pickled vegetables or meat sauce on the table, trying the surprises brought by different flavors.

For a moment, the only sound on the entire dining table was the crisp sound of chopsticks hitting bowls and dishes.

Everyone was focused on tasting the delicious food from afar. No one wanted to speak to break the silence, and everyone was immersed in the pleasant atmosphere brought by the food.

The mind of each of them was as clear as a mirror, because they knew very well that after finishing the staple food, Mr. Lin and Grandpa Lin would definitely sit down leisurely, savoring the mellow wine while talking freely and laughing.

As for Grandma Lin and the younger generations, they just need to casually share the delicious mountain specialties that Lin Sitian sent back from afar.

During this period, if there is anything you want to talk about or confide in, there is no need to rush. You can take advantage of this free time to communicate slowly.

After all, using precious meal time to discuss those things may disrupt everyone's joyful mood of enjoying the food.

It was based on this tacit consensus that the meal ended surprisingly quickly.

When the meal time came to an end, everyone sat down in their seats as if relieved, leaning back slightly and leaning comfortably on the chairs.

Then, they all placed their hands gently on the round belly.

That satisfied look seemed to overflow the picture, making people feel the endless joy and satisfaction brought by this sumptuous dinner.

Especially Brother Lin, who completely disregarded his personal image and burped loudly.

After burping, he didn't forget to touch his bulging belly. Then, with an innocent smile on his face, he said to the elders present:

"Grandpa, Mom, Dad, Grandma, and respected Comrade Li, I know you have a lot of things to deal with!

So, just go ahead and do your work! As for the dishes, just leave them to me to clean up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly think of something important. He quickly turned to look at his mother, his eyes revealing a hint of expectation and anxiety, and he instructed Lin's mother:

"But Mom, you have to wait until I finish washing the dishes before you open the letters my sister sends you! You can't read them secretly beforehand!"

Hearing her son's final words of worry, Mother Lin rolled her eyes, unconcerned with her image, just like she always did with her youngest son, and said to him speechlessly:

"Alright, even if we read your sister's letter in advance, you still get to read it in the end. We're not going to tear it up after we finish reading it. Really, go wash the dishes, stop dilly-dallying."

Not caring about his mother's dislike for him at the moment, Lin Xiaodi directly put away the dishes and took them to the kitchen.

He started washing the dishes, selectively ignoring his mother's dislike for him, and secretly thought in his heart:

"As long as I wash the dishes quickly, I can catch up with them to read the letter sent by this sister."

With this thought in mind, he worked as hard as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. However, Lin's father, mother, old man Lin, grandfather Lin, and grandmother Lin all chose to ignore Lin's eagerness.

Because they are also eager to read the letter!

When they returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, they did not look at the rare mountain products in the sacks first, but picked up the letters expressing their longing sent from afar.

Father Lin took a thick stack of letters sent by his daughter from the countryside. He first carefully unwrapped the old newspapers wrapped around them.

When the old newspapers protecting the letters were opened one by one, I saw the name and title of the recipient written on the back of each letter, such as: Grandpa, Mother, etc.

At this moment, everyone realized that each letter had been tied up with a piece of dry grass by the clever girl, so that it was easier to distinguish which letter belonged to which person.

After seeing this scene, Father Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, if there were no detailed titles, how long would it take for each person to read this stack of letters?

Moreover, I also want to be the first to see the letter written by my daughter. Now that we are separated, I can be the first to see the letter written to myself.

Even if I have to read the letters my daughter wrote to others in the end, we can exchange them.

If I had not read all the letters together as I had initially guessed, I would definitely not be the first one to read them.

After all, the generations of my father-in-law, mother-in-law and my father are all there. So what if the letter is written by my own daughter?

She is their granddaughter and their great-granddaughter.

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