CHAPTER 436: CHAPTER 435: GOOD MAN YOUNG MASTER LIN

"Hmph, you ungrateful thing, get up and eat first, then you can go back to sleep."

At the dining table, Lin Mubai is mostly attending to An Nan’s meal, peeling shrimp shells and removing fish bones, while An Nan only needs to focus on eating.

"Alright, alright, I’m full. Little White, you should eat some yourself, don’t just take care of me."

Lin Mubai continues to smile faintly: "I’m fine, not hungry, you should eat more. You probably didn’t eat well in the United States these days."

Speaking of this, An Nan starts to complain: "Little White, you have no idea. The food in the United States is simply not meant for humans. It’s all junk food, nothing but junk food. After much effort finding a Chinese restaurant, the food is just inedible."

The more An Nan talks, the more her tone becomes plaintive: "Little White, I think my tastes have become too picky because of you. What will I do if I don’t have you in the future?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mubai’s expression suddenly turned serious, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes: "Don’t say such things, I will not leave you, we will be together for this lifetime."

With Lin Mubai’s stern demeanor, An Nan is momentarily stunned, but soon she lifts the corner of her mouth into a small smile and coaxes, "Alright, alright, I won’t say it, let’s eat."

The atmosphere returns to its previous sweetness, Lin Mubai watches his wife eat happily, a sense of pride flashes in his eyes. I am making you picky so that you can’t live without me, no matter where you go, you’ll always be thinking of me.

After An Nan is full, she remembers something: "Little White, where’s Jiayou?"

Lin Mubai replies with a smile: "I planned to bring Jiayou back today, but he didn’t want to come, preferring to stay at the mansion. We’ll have dinner there tomorrow night, you can see him then."

"We’re going there for dinner tomorrow night?"

"Yes, Mom wants us to come home for dinner. If you don’t want to, then we don’t have to go." Lin Mubai offers an alternative.

An Nan thinks for a moment, shakes her head, and continues asking: "Did you tell the family that we’ve registered for marriage?"

"Not yet, you told me not to say it, so I haven’t."

"Ah, sorry." A look of guilt flashes in An Nan’s eyes.

Lin Mubai smiles gently and says, unconcerned: "Silly wife, it’s okay, I can wait."

"Thank you, we’ll go home for dinner tomorrow night." Although she temporarily doesn’t want to announce to others that they’re married, in An Nan’s heart, they are already a family, this man is her family, and she finally has a home—a happy home.

"Alright." No matter what she says, Lin Mubai has no objections.

After the meal, An Nan voluntarily offers to wash the dishes, but Lin Mubai quickly stops her: "Wife, you sit and rest for a while, I can do it." Lin Mubai says this without slowing down his movements.

"Let me do it, you’re doing everything, I always take advantage, I feel quite embarrassed." An Nan is slowly understanding the true meaning of family, realizing that a couple needs to jointly handle various tasks in the household. Like cooking, she can’t cook but she can wash dishes; it’s the simplest of tasks.

Lin Mubai still wears a faint smile: "No need, wife. Your hands are meant for flying airplanes and playing the piano; leave dishwashing to me."

Afterwards, without giving An Nan a chance to say anything more, Lin Mubai directly picks up the bowls and chopsticks and heads into the kitchen.