Chapter 53 (1/2)

“Daddy, how do I look?”

Back home, Ling Jingxuan and his brother started to tidy up the things they bought today. Ling Wen and Ling Wu went back to their room to try on their new clothes under command. After a while, Ling Wu, the younger boy, rushed into the kitchen excitedly and found Ling Jingxuan who was preparing something to eat. The navy blue robe was a little big on him, making him look thinner. Ling Jingxuan smiled, “Oh, my son is handsome.”

While speaking, he stretched out a hand to pinch the boy’s cheek, looking smilingly toward Ling Wen who came in. He chose navy robes for both children. This color was a bit unfit to their age. Besides, their thin body made the robe look like a quilt. Luckily, they were young and were still growing, navy blue was dirty-resistant, though a bit old-fashioned.

“Daddy!”

The two buns, which had never been praised by anyone, flushed at the same time hearing their dad’s remarks. The little buns even turned and ran out embarrassedly.

“Haha, shy boys, but he is truly handsome.”

Ling JingPeng, who was standing aside, duly added, making Ling Wen feel more embarrassed. “I’ll go to take care of Xiaowu,” Ling Wen said in a very low voice and then ran away in a hurry.

The two men made a silent exchange of smiles. The two boys’ rich reactions proved that they were gradually getting out of their once gloomy life.

“Ge, you put too much oil. Xiaowen would nag you later.”

Packing up all the things, Ling Jingpeng turned around and saw Ling Jingxuan scoop a big spoonful of fresh lard and put it into the pot. He couldn’t help but feel it was a waste of food. When they lived together, their parents only dropped a few drops of vegetable oil at most. How could his brother waste food like this? No wonder that Xiaowen always nagged him! The man was a black sheep!

“Hehe…Don’t worry. We made money this time! A little extravagance now and again does not matter. We won’t be like this every day.”

Compared with Ling Jingpeng, Ling Jingxuan didn’t care it at all. He stir-fried the brown scallion cake in the pot skillfully. As for why it was dark, the white flour was too expensive so the steamed bun didn’t let him. Thus, he could only take the brown flour as the substitute.

“Fry these meats too?”

Ling Jingpeng felt helpless seeing the sliced marbled meat leftover and the cleaned wild vegetable. It seemed the materials for the cook were ready.

“Well, we have to go to the mountains for some rough work. How can we not eat something good?”