218 What Does This Have To Do With Having Children? (2/2)

Immersed in his daydream, the cigarette he was holding soon burned his finger. He threw it away in a hurry.

Knock knock knock.

Someone knocked again, and he glanced at the door, thinking to himself, 'Stupid woman how dare you come again.'

He straightened his back and sat up, prim and proper. Then he answered, ”Come in.”

The door swung open, but it was Aunt Zhang instead.

Aunt Zhang asked, ”Third Young Master, have you eaten the noodles? I'll wash the bowl if you're done.”

His eyes glinted with a flash of disappointment, and he became frustrated. ”I'm not eating, bring it away.”

”Oh.” Aunt Zhang's mouth drooped with disappointment as she saw the bowl of noodles which hadn't been touched at all. She mumbled as she stretched out her hands. ”Miss's fingers were accidentally clamped a few times while making the noodles. Such a pity to dump the whole bowl.”

Even if you're not eating, I'm obliged to let you know how much effort Miss had put in.

Hmph!

What? Wen Xuxu made the noodles?

A flash of surprise streaked past Young Master Yan's eyes. Without hesitation, he snatched the bowl of noodles from Aunt Zhang. ”Since it's a pity to throw away, I'll try a few mouthfuls later.”

He dismissed her. ”You may leave first. I'll bring the bowl downstairs after I'm done.”

Aunt Zhang was bewildered by his actions. Earlier on, he didn't want to try the noodles, and now without warning, he'd snatched the bowl back like a bandit.

Why was it so hard to understand the mindset of youngsters these days?

...

At the Ming's house.

After dinner, the Ming family was having dessert together. Being the core of the family, Ming Zhongsheng sat at the center of the couch. Everyone was huddled around him harmoniously as they chatted and ate.

His eldest grandson, Ming Anyong, played chess with him. Wen Xinyi was the only girl among his grandchildren, and he doted on her immensely.