Lunar New Year (3)

The warm atmosphere at the Lin family home continued to thrive, and the elders couldn't help but smile at every little exchange.

Her small action deepened the smiles on the elders' lips. "I smell marriage soon," Grandpa Lin whispered to Lin Daxia, barely containing his chuckles.

Lin Jianjun guffawed loudly, slapping his thigh as if a great joke had just been told. "This old brain of mine was always worried my old grandson here would live the rest of his life as a monk! But thankfully, he's finally been enlightened! Now I can rest in peace!"

"Grandfather!" Lin Yicheng, who had been quietly nibbling on his dumplings, pouted at the teasing.

"I was joking, Little Cheng. I need to see you grow up first!" Grandpa Lin chuckled, patting the little boy's hand affectionately. His mirth echoed through the room.