Lin Ziyin didn't care about these things, letting someone carry a large pot of bean-filled meat back to her kitchen, where she started stir-frying it with a clamor.
When it was time to eat, the two little ones came back. As soon as they saw Lin Ziyin was there, they immediately clung to her.
"They're both scholars, yet they lack so much discipline." Lin Changshu gave Changting a sidelong glance as he said this.
Changting acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to stick close to Lin Ziyin.
"This is the good stuff?" Master Hui Zhen, with a few martial monks in tow, arrived just in time for the meal. He eyed the bean-filled meat dish in the pot with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Wait until we eat it to say whether it's good or not," Lin Ziyin said, grinning from ear to ear.
The Lin family knew what was on the table. Zige and Guo Huiniang definitely wouldn't take the initiative to pick up their chopsticks. Lin Ziyin dutifully served some to her grandfather.