Happy! The stepmother of a wealthy family will lie down and count money

When Lin Qingchuan came back in the evening, he didn't find anything wrong.

Because he had evening self-study today, it was almost nine o'clock and only Butler Lin appeared downstairs.

Lin Qingchuan was used to it, but his mood was completely different from the beginning.

Even though there was no emotion on that cold and handsome face, it could be seen that he was in a moderate to above average mood at the moment.

Steward Lin smiled and said, "Tonight's supper is red date millet porridge with stir-fried chicken thighs."

The young master is at the age of growing up, and now he has to have another meal almost every night.

The kitchen would prepare it in the past, but it would be good enough if the young master could eat it once out of ten times.

It’s different now. We have succeeded ten times in every attempt and the enthusiasm of the chefs has been aroused!

Lin Qingchuan nodded and went to the restaurant for a midnight snack.

He originally thought that he should be the only one eating today, but not long after, he saw Yu Jingmo coming down, followed by Lin Hui.

He was a little surprised, but not terribly surprised. After all, similar situations had happened before, it was just a little later today.

Yu Jingmo sat down at the table, "Have you finished your homework today?"

Lin Qingchuan was stunned, thinking in a daze that this seemed to be the first time he heard these words at home.

Fortunately, Yu Jingmo's tone was very calm, which was different from what Cheng Yan had said about the impending storm.

"It's finished."

Yu Jingmo nodded, "Then you eat first, and I'll tell you something after you finish eating."

Although she was talking to Lin Qingchuan, her eyes unconsciously glanced at the chicken leg again and again.

Lin Qingchuan's hand, which was about to pick up the meat, paused in mid-air.

The next second, Lin Hui came out of the kitchen with a set of bowls and chopsticks.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Now he didn't have to worry about being stared at and not being able to eat... chicken legs.

Only after Yu Jingmo happily picked up the chopsticks and took two bites of meat did Lin Qingchuan stop drinking the porridge.

Yu Jingmo and Lin Qingchuan were the only ones eating during the entire midnight snack. Lin Hui sat next to Yu Jingmo, and did not move even though he was eating the sweet and glutinous millet porridge and the fragrant and stir-fried chicken thighs.

But he would also open his mouth when Yu Jingmo picked up a piece of meat and handed it to his mouth.

Lin Qingchuan ate in silence, guessing what was going to be said in a moment in order to divert his attention.

After eating the sinful snack, Yu Jingmo didn't want to sit down while he talked about something. Standing for a minute was fine, at least it could have a comforting effect.

So the other two people didn't sit down either. The three of them stood upright in front of the sofa and talked, as if they were having a serious strategic meeting.

Steward Lin who passed by the door: "..."

A little weird, but not a big deal.

Yu Jingmo tried to speak as concisely as possible without missing any details, and Lin Hui also supplemented his words. Lin Qingchuan quickly figured out what had happened.

There was no fluctuation in his heart. He thought for a moment and asked, "How is Lin Chongwu?"

Although Lin Qingchuan didn't care about what bad things the clown had said about him, he still felt that the punch he threw last time was a little too little.

Yu Jingmo looked at Lin Hui, and really let this man act as a prophet.

Lin Hui noticed the gazes beside him, pursed his lips modestly, and said calmly: "I'm not doing badly, I just stopped getting pocket money."

As for the fact that he still felt a dull pain from the punch, Mr. Lin said that he was not the one who got hit, so of course he had no idea about it.

After getting the information, Yu Jingmo read it together, so he was also very clear about Lin Chongwu's current situation.

It is true that I have lost my pocket money, and it is the kind that no one can subsidize me with.

For a prodigal like Lin Chongwen who spends lavishly every day, this may be more painful than being beaten up.

But he should soon realize that not having pocket money is not a big pain at all.