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, you picky

three bowls with dumplings- one for herself, one for Lin Xichen, and one

Zong Jinghao. “I’m sure that you won’t reject this? I made this for

bowl in shock. This is

echoing Lin Xinyan’s thoughts. He pulled his sister over and asked, “Look!

chirped. “Do you like

Zong Jinghao fell silent.

I going to say no

up and stirred the suspicious mixture of dough and vegetables

She had looked forward to the moment that her father had tasted the

him some vinegar. “It’ll taste

tastes better

at the side, wringing her hands together anxiously. How

hesitated 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 anything that his

Zong Jinghao would rather suffer on his own than accept

a few dumplings into her bowl in an attempt to comfort her. “Mom,

smile onto her face.

spent the night tossing and turning on his

morning at

woke up several times throughout the night begging for water, while his grandmother returned to consciousness for a brief moment

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

last night flooded into his mind; he had been out drinking with Shen Peichuan and Zong Jinghao, after which he left

surveyed his surroundings. Did Shen

The heater was on, but the cold wintry winds could still seep through the cracks between the

he walked over to Qin Ya and covered her with it, only to notice the

hasn’t been