I'll Shut Up, I'll Scram, I'm More Than Happy to Do So

Mr. Lin's face darkened when he saw Lin Gantang running down the stairs with Wen Yanqing following behind her. His son also looked as if he wanted to leave quickly. "Lin Zhaonan, whose food are you saying tastes bad?"

"It's the dried fish from last night. He said that the food you made was very strange!" Lin Gantang complained.

"Hah, why eat it when it tastes bad? That's not what you said when you ate the food last night." Mr. Lin scolded him, "You've become capable now? Are you secretly disgusted behind your father's back? People who don't appreciate it have no right to speak here!"

Lin Zhaonan was speechless. Alright, I'll shut up and get lost. I'm more than happy to do so.

Lin Zhaonan hurriedly returned to his room to hide.

"What's wrong with you two? I remember that, Gantang, aren't you staying at Yanqing's house?" Mr. Lin asked as he flipped through the calendar on his phone.