"Don't worry, I'm being careful." Tan Lin waved his hand, feeling a bit awkward. It was like he wasn't raising a daughter, but a father. But then he considered that his own father had never spent as much money on him as Tan You did, and his awkwardness faded.
Recalling what Tan Lin had just said, Tan You ventured a guess. "Is something going on at home? Or did Tan Zhen come back?"
Tan Lin glanced at her. "How do you know everything? I went back today and ran into her. She was practically drooling over the beef your grandpa bought. I deliberately didn't cook it for lunch and waited until the afternoon to start the stew."
The story between Tan Lin and Tan Zhen was a messy one. The Tan family had always been poor, so Tan Zhen had never eaten much good food growing up. While Wang Hunv favored sons over daughters, she ultimately loved herself more. Even when there was a little something nice, she and Tan Deming always got first priority.
