Gu'er watched this scene, full of admiration for her father. He could get along with Grandma Sun, chat with Li Hua, and banter with Uncle Zhao. Everyone here liked him, which was a talent in itself. It showed that Lin Shan had succeeded.
The Lin Family didn't need to ask the Sun Family for anything, and her father wasn't a mercenary person. The fact that he could do this, proactively befriending these people, was also for her sake—to repay their past kindness to her and to ensure that Sun Jiaming would treat her well in the future.
"Gu'er, how about Mom helps you cook?"
Chen Fengjiao was different from Lin Shan. She wasn't very familiar with the people here, and unlike her husband, she couldn't make conversation with them. She had only come today because of Lin Shan.
"It's alright, Mom. You and Sui'er can watch TV. Aunt Zhao and I can handle the cooking. The kitchen here is small; we wouldn't all fit."
Gu'er knew Chen Fengjiao's temperament, so she suggested she watch TV.
