Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby! Chapter 217 - 216: You Dare Show Off in Front of My Man?

State-run mutton hot pot restaurant.

The charcoal fire in the copper pot was burning briskly, the broth rolling over with steaming heat.

Dean Li was grinning from ear to ear, personally wielding the knife, sliding a plate of lamb slices as thin as cicada wings into the pot.

"Co on, Wanyi, eat more! Your health is now a priority asset for our Agricultural College!"

Lin Wan Yi smiled, picked up a chopstick’s worth of freshly cooked vegetables and placed them into her daughter’s small bowl.

Gu Ning opened her mouth wide, eating with a look of satisfaction.

While nearby, Gu An was intrigued by the chimney structure of the copper pot, his little fingers continuously tracing the airflow direction on the table.

Gu Yanshen remained silent, like a professional feeding machine.

He was responsible for accurately feeding the cooked lamb slices, not too hot nor cold, into the mouths of his wife and daughter.

The atmosphere at the dining table was warm and harmonious.

Suddenly.

"Dad, my classmate said this place has the most authentic sesa paste."

A sweet yet sowhat sharp voice was heard at the door.

Lin Wan Yi looked up.

Zhang Lina was linking arms with a middle-aged man sporting a belly, walking in.

Today she swapped to a more conspicuous red dress, her face ticulously made up as if attending a dance.

She imdiately spotted Gu Yanshen in the corner.

And the woman across from him, who despite wearing a simple white shirt, still shone like light.

Zhang Lina stared straight at Lin Wan Yi.

She tugged Director Zhang and walked directly to the table next to Gu Yanshen’s.

"Waiter, let’s order!"

Zhang Lina deliberately raised her voice as if to make sure everyone heard.

"The lamb should be hand-cut, premium ram’s hind leg, don’t fool with machine-sliced frozen at."

"The beef tripe should be flash-boiled, the omasum crispy."

With each word, she glanced askance at Lin Wan Yi’s table.

Lin Wan Yi’s table only had the most ordinary lamb and a few plates of green vegetables and tofu.

Zhang Lina showed complete contempt.

Obviously, those from the countryside are not up to the mark.

The waiter brought over a bowl of sesa paste.

Zhang Lina seed to comnce her personal performance.

"Half a spoon of chive flower for freshness, not too much."

"Fernted bean curd must use Wang Zhihe’s, crushed and add a spoon."

"Add so shrimp oil, then sprinkle with a pinch of cilantro."

After preparing a bowl, she proudly pushed it in front of Director Zhang.

"Dad, try it; this is the authentic way to eat."

Director Zhang smiled awkwardly, but couldn’t help glancing toward Gu Yanshen’s table.

Seeing the sesa paste bowl in front of Lin Wan Yi still empty, Zhang Lina finally found her point of attack.

She spoke up with feigned surprise.

"Oh dear, why isn’t that comrade fixing a condint bowl?"

"Is it... not quite sure how to?"

She chuckled, covering her mouth.

"Understandably, this requires finesse, unlike in the countryside where a bit of salt is sufficient."

Even Director Zhang felt that was a bit too much.

Dean Li furrowed his brows, about to speak.

Lin Wan Yi moved.

She picked up her bowl, walked to the condint station unhurriedly.

Chopped scallions, minced garlic, chili oil...

Her movents were smooth, taking only the exact right amount of each condint.

Finally, she didn’t add chive flower, but dropped a few drops of sesa oil, and added half a spoon of sugar.

Upon returning, the condint bowl was fragrant, with red oil and green hues.

She picked up a freshly cooked lamb slice, lightly dipped it in the condint, and put it in her mouth.

Then, she finally raised her head to look at Zhang Lina, her expression calm.

"Everyone has different tastes."

"Considering one’s own habits as the only standard is quite narrow-minded."

Zhang Lina’s face turned red and then white.

Failing with one strike, she quickly changed direction.

"Dad, didn’t you say Mr. Gu is an outstanding student from the National Defense University? He’s really impressive."

She looked at Gu Yanshen, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Unlike so people, who we don’t even know which school they graduated from, yet can easily co and go from Beijing University."

Her arrow pointed directly at Lin Wan Yi.

Director Zhang coughed dryly, following the conversation, he said to Dean Li, "Dean Li, I heard you are a professor at Beijing University? Which departnt is your student from?"

Dean Li put down his chopsticks.

He looked at Director Zhang, then to the self-satisfied Zhang Lina beside him.

"Student?"

Dean Li laughed.

"She is not my student."

Zhang Lina’s pride grew stronger.

See, I told you she snuck in.

Dean Li leisurely sipped his tea.

"She is the teacher I’ve invited."

"She is the last disciple of an old man like and the darling of our entire Agricultural College!"

Dean Li’s words were not loud, yet struck deep with Zhang Lina and Director Zhang.

"What?" Director Zhang thought he misheard.

"Lin Wan Yi’s standards, heard of them?"

Dean Li looked at Zhang Lina.

"Now, for everyone in our college, from undergrad to PhD, every experint report must follow the standard format written by Wanyi!"

"Data analysis, chart creation, can’t be half-done! Otherwise, back for a rewrite!"

"A few days ago, an old lecturer wanting to upgrade his title was scolded back by for having an unqualified report format."

He pointed at Lin Wan Yi again.

"And, a nationally key project in our Agricultural College is currently stuck with her."

"Hundreds are waiting for the experintal data from her to proceed!"

"So, is she my student or my teacher?"

Zhang Lina’s face was completely drained of color.

Her mouth opened, but not a word ca out.

The chopsticks in Director Zhang’s hand fell to the ground with a "clatter."

He looked at Lin Wan Yi as if he were looking at a monster.

At that mont.

"Zizzz... zizzz..."

The old radio in the corner of the restaurant suddenly emitted a piercing static noise.

Then, it went silent.

The owner, a middle-aged man, went over and slapped it twice.

No use.

He was sweating profusely. "Oh no, I just got this as a gift from Shanghai..."

Zhang Lina found an outlet for her disdain and snorted contemptuously.

"What a dump, everything here is broken."

She glanced again at Gu An, swinging his little legs.

"Kids only know how to make noise."

Just then.

Gu An, who had been silent all this ti, suddenly looked up.

His tiny brow furrowed; he seed displeased with the noise.

He reached out his chubby little finger, pointing at the radio.

"That."

Everyone’s eyes turned to look.

Gu An gazed at the restaurant owner and uttered two clear words.

"The knob."

"Left, three."

The owner was stunned.

The diners were also dumbfounded.

A half-year-old baby guiding soone on how to fix a radio?

Zhang Lina sneered, "Nonsense."

Yet the owner, like soone grasping at straws, looked at Gu An and then at the radio.

Desperate asures for desperate tis!

He went over, found the knob Gu An ntioned, and carefully turned it three notches to the left.

"...Sing, our dear country, from now walking towards prosperity and strength..."

A clear and resonant song instantly ca from the radio.

Louder than before!

The restaurant fell silent.

Everyone looked at the little one as if he were an immortal.

The tea cup in Director Zhang’s hand was trembling.

He looked at Lin Wan Yi, at Gu Yanshen, and finally at Gu An, who appeared calm as if he just did sothing trivial.

What kind of family is this?

The al ended.

Gu Yanshen carried the sleeping Gu Ning, while Lin Wan Yi held Gu An’s hand.

Dean Li, happily drunk, had already been guided away first.

Just as they reached the restaurant’s entrance.

Director Zhang and the pale Zhang Lina caught up quickly, blocking their path.

"Mr. Gu, Mr. Lin, please wait."

Director Zhang’s stance was exceedingly humble, tinged with a touch of reverence.

Gu Yanshen didn’t slow his steps, rely shifted to shield Lin Wan Yi.

Director Zhang gritted his teeth and pulled Zhang Lina beside him.

He forcefully pushed her forward, his voice stern.

"Apologize!"

Zhang Lina trembled all over, looking up at Gu Yanshen’s cold profile, tears of humiliation welling in her eyes.

"Dad!"

"I said, apologize!" Director Zhang intensified his tone, his grip firm on her shoulder.

He realized today.

This family, he couldn’t afford to offend any of them!

The woman was a national treasure-level expert’s darling!

The boy, a prodigious enigma!

As for Gu Yanshen, marrying such a wife already said it all!

Under her father’s pressure, Zhang Lina shook like a leaf.

She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.

In the end, she squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth.

"I’m... I’m sorry."

Her voice sounded like a mosquito’s hum.

However.

Gu Yanshen seed not to hear.

He didn’t so much as spare a glance.

Under Zhang Lina’s humiliated gaze, he took a soft cashre scarf from his bag.

He leaned slightly and gently wrapped the scarf around Lin Wan Yi’s neck.

"The wind’s strong tonight; don’t catch a cold."

His voice was deep, tender, as if the whole world had vanished, leaving only the person before him.

After fastening the scarf, he took Lin Wan Yi’s hand, ready to bypass them and leave.

Director Zhang panicked, stepping forward again.

"Mr. Gu..."

Gu Yanshen finally halted.

He turned his head and for the first ti, his cold gaze fell on Director Zhang.

There was no emotion in it, as though looking at a trivial object.

He uttered four words.

"Keep your people in check."

Having said that, he didn’t linger, protecting his wife and children, disappearing into the night.

The Jeep soon vanished at the street corner.

Leaving Zhang Lina standing frozen, her face with its exquisite makeup, in the biting wind, utterly pale.