"Haha, I was just talking nonsense, so you don't need to take it to heart. Rest assured, he won't get truly angry."
Qin Lin shrugged slightly. As he helped Xu Diandian cook, he gave her a reassuring look to let her know she didn't need to worry.
"Mhmm."
Xu Diandian nodded lightly and didn't think much of it, simply placing the freshly cooked scrambled eggs with tomatoes onto the dining table. She knew that with Mr. Xu Sr.'s broad-mindedness, he wouldn't stay upset over something so trivial.
"Mr. Xu Sr., Uncle De, time to eat."
Another half an hour passed, and Qin Lin brought the clay pot of pork ribs to the dining table.
"I'm not eating!"
Mr. Xu Sr. snorted and glared at Qin Lin. "I'm full of anger."
"Grandpa!"
Xu Diandian couldn't help but laugh. "Why are you getting so worked up over him? Nothing else matters; the only thing that's real is the food in your own stomach."
"Isn't that what you always taught me when I threw a tantrum as a child?"
