Stealing Your Heart

“Young Master, Young Mistress, the dumplings are ready. Ma’am requests for your presence,” Mr. Feng informed them.

Lin Xinyan swallowed her words. “Let’s go.”

Zong Jinghao had been drinking on an empty stomach, and the mention of food made his stomach growl.

“Alright,” he hummed in response.

Chinese New Year was months away, but Cheng Yuxiu cooked up a feast anyway, considering the fact that they had four more mouths to feed. She hoped to get on Zong Jinghao’s good side as well.

She did not know what Zong Jinghao liked, so she cooked a variety of dishes.

Lin Xinyan caught on immediately and glanced at Zong Jinghao intendedly.

Zong Jinghao merely evaded her gaze and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Lin Xinyan walked into the kitchen just as the maid turned off the stove. She picked up a ladle and offered, “I’ll do it.”

Everyone’s dumplings were mixed together in the pot, making the ugly ones look increasingly jarring, next to the pretty ones.

Lin Xinyan scooped the dumplings into one giant bowl, which confused the maid.

“I wouldn’t eat that if I were you,” the maid warned her. “I don’t think that anyone can finish that!”

Lin Xinyan grinned. “Someone will.”

I’m doing this on purpose!

Didn’t you refuse to eat Cheng Yuxiu’s dumplings? How about the ones the kids and I had made?

it all,

Xinyan filled three bowls with dumplings- one for herself, one for Lin Xichen, and one for Cheng Yuxiu. She

bowl of misshapen dumplings right before Zong Jinghao. “I’m sure that you won’t reject this? I made this for you along with

Jinghao stared at the giant bowl in shock. This is enough

reminded him, echoing Lin Xinyan’s thoughts. He pulled his sister over

chirped. “Do you

Zong Jinghao fell silent.

going to

and stirred the suspicious mixture of dough and vegetables that looked nothing like

aren’t you eating, Daddy?” Lin Ruixi asked curiously. She had looked forward

some vinegar. “It’ll taste better with

It tastes better

wringing her hands together anxiously. How is he going to finish that

for a moment before walking up to him with an empty bowl and saying, “Give me some, I’ll help you finish

her completely and scooped a mouthful of the doughy mixture into his mouth. He figured that he could stomach

Yuxiu, however, it was an indication that Zong Jinghao would rather suffer

on the inside as Lin Xinyan scooped a few dumplings into her bowl in an attempt to comfort her. “Mom, I can’t finish these.

smile onto her face.

on his

morning

his grandmother returned to consciousness for a brief moment in the middle of

wink that night. She collapsed onto the sofa at dawn, and not

the unfamiliar surroundings as the events of last night flooded into his mind; he had

surroundings. Did Shen Peichuan just send me to the

Ya sprawled on the sofa without a blanket. The heater

his body, he walked over to Qin Ya and covered her with it, only to

hasn’t been