"Eat slowly and be careful not to choke. We still have some at home. Eat as much as you want." Gao Xuan said with a smile.
"Eating with the appearance of eating is a reflection of a person's basic qualities. Chewing slowly and carefully is good for the body." Meng Qiwen sat opposite Lin Zhiming and said seriously.
"Grandma's dumplings are so delicious, they are exactly the same as those made by my mother!" Lin Zhiming said with a smile.
Hearing this, Meng Qiwen and Gao Xuan looked at each other. Then Gao Xuan smiled and touched Lin Zhiming's head and said, "Your mother also liked the dumplings made by grandma the most when she was a child."
Lin Zhiming and Dong Jian finished a bowl of dumplings.
To be precise, it was basically Lin Zhiming who was taking the blame, and Dong Jian just had some ideas.
"Do you still want to eat? Grandma will cook it for you." Gao Xuan asked.
"No, I'm full." Lin Zhiming shook his head.
"That's good!" Gao Xuan smiled and put away the bowls and chopsticks.
"Zhi Ming, are you married?" Meng Qiwen asked.
"Married." Lin Zhiming nodded.
"Then why didn't you bring your wife with you?" Meng Qiwen asked with a frown.
"She has a lot of things to do, and we will go back soon, so we didn't tell her." Lin Zhiming explained.
"Go back in a moment? It's not easy for you to get up. Why don't you stay a little longer? Your grandpa and I have been looking forward to your grandson coming all day long!" Gao Xuan walked out of the kitchen and asked.
"There are a lot of things going on in the company. This time I came here to see my grandparents, and secondly, I wanted to come over to pay homage to my mother." Lin Zhiming told his origin.
"In memory of your mother..." Gao Xuan muttered and fell silent for a moment.
Meng Qiwen put his hands on his legs and looked a little lonely.
"Your mother has been gone for twenty years," Gao Xuan said.
"Yeah." Lin Zhiming nodded.
"Your father has been gone for three years," Gao Xuan said.
"Yeah." Lin Zhiming nodded again.
"Your aunt...is she good to you?" Gao Xuan asked.
"She is no longer here either." Lin Zhiming said.
"She's gone too? Hey, this..." Gao Xuan was a little speechless. She had severed ties with her daughter for nearly thirty years. She only knew that her daughter married Lin Zhennan and became her concubine. She didn't know anything else.
Unexpectedly, after asking this question, I discovered that Lin Zhennan's eldest wife was also dead.
Gao Xuan did not ask about the cause of death, because it was not important to her.
"So is your eldest brother managing the Lin Group now?" Meng Qiwen asked.
"I'm in charge." Lin Zhiming said.
"You?" Meng Qiwen was a little surprised and asked, "I heard someone said that your father already had a son before giving birth to you. Logically speaking, you are the second child. How can you manage the company...?"
"My eldest brother is also dead." Lin Zhiming said.
"All dead?" Gao Xuan asked in horror.
"Well, it was an accident." Lin Zhiming said. The affairs between him and Shen Hongyue, as well as the affairs of the Lin family and the Shen family, are all matters of the upper class. For ordinary people like Gao Xuan and Meng Qiwen, there is no need to say too much.
Because if you tell them, they may not understand.
"Hey, this family is really..." Gao Xuan couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.
"I'm very happy that you can come back today." Meng Qiwen said to Lin Zhiming.
"My mother's memorial tablet has always been placed in the Lin family before, so I always paid tribute to my mother at home. After much deliberation this time, I decided to come here. After all, my mother was buried here." Lin Zhiming said.
"The most important thing for people is not to forget their roots. Your mother came from Huade County, and you are also from Huade County. You should come back more often when you have time. Just because your surname is Lin, you cannot forget our place.
"Meng Qiwen warned.
"I know, Grandpa." Lin Zhiming nodded.
"Actually, we also plan to pay homage to your mother today, because today happens to be the 20th anniversary. Your uncle will come over for dinner at noon. Then we, your uncle, and you will go to pay homage to your mother," Meng Qiwen said.
"Okay!" Lin Zhiming nodded, "I haven't met my uncle before, but I just happened to meet him this time."
"Your uncle is good at everything, but he only has an eye for money. He thinks about making a lot of money all day long. As long as you have enough money, what's the use of having so much? Your mother married Lin Zhennan. How rich is Lin Zhennan?
Money? But so what? Didn’t your mother leave early? If you ask me, money is the dirtiest thing in the world. You must remember to make money in moderation. We must
You must be the master of money, not its prisoner!" Meng Qiwen said seriously.
"I know, grandpa!" Lin Zhiming smiled and nodded.
The rest of the time was basically chatting. The blood relationship between relatives easily resolved the embarrassment and strangeness of never meeting each other. Gao Xuan kept telling Lin Zhiming about his mother's childhood, while Lin Zhiming talked about his life and work.
Of course, what Lin Zhiming said were ordinary things, so that they would not scare or worry the two elders.
As for Meng Qiwen, he didn't say much, basically just some instructions. Lin Zhiming listened carefully and said that he would definitely follow his grandfather's instructions.
Time came to noon in a blink of an eye.
Gao Xuan went back to the kitchen to cook. Meng Qiwen found a chess set out of nowhere and started playing with Lin Zhiming.
The two fought back and forth, and in the end Lin Zhiming was defeated by a narrow margin.
"This game of chess is actually about how to behave. You are young and energetic, so your chess moves are more aggressive. This may allow you to achieve some results in the early stage, but in the later stage, you will have more and more flaws. The more flaws you have, the more likely you will be.
The easier it is to be grasped by others, know your fate, remember it, and play it slow and steady is the way to go!" Meng Qiwen said seriously.
"Yeah!" Lin Zhiming nodded. He was actually quite good at chess. After all, he was a man who was good at strategy. However, facing his own grandfather, he naturally couldn't kill him.
Keep.
From the conversation, Lin Zhiming could tell that Meng Qiwen was a very honorable and old-fashioned person. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to break off the relationship for thirty years just because his daughter was a mistress. There would be no contact within thirty years.
, except the day when he got his daughter’s ashes back.
At around twelve o'clock at noon, a table of meals was ready.
At this time, the door to the house was opened, and a rather handsome boy walked in from the door.
This boy was wearing a sweatshirt. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was dressed very fashionably. He had an aj under his feet. His hair was clean and crisp. He was the type that was very popular among girls in school.
"Master, grandma, I'm back." The boy said, kicking his shoes aside and walking into the living room.
"Who are you?" The boy asked curiously when he saw Lin Zhiming and Dong Jian in the living room.
"Zijun, this is your cousin, Lin Zhiming!" Meng Qiwen said.
"My cousin?" The boy looked at Lin Zhiming curiously.
"Your name is Meng Zijun?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Yeah." The other party nodded and said, "Why have I never seen you before?"
"I have always lived in Haihai City, and this is my first time coming to Huade County." Lin Zhiming explained.
"Not far away, he is your aunt's son." Meng Qiwen said.
"My aunt? Is she the aunt who has severed ties with our family?" Meng Zijun asked in surprise.
"Yeah, but that was all in the past. Now that Zhi Ming is back, you can be considered as having connected the relationship. Zijun, call me cousin." Meng Qiwen said.
"Cousin." Meng Zijun was polite and called Lin Zhiming politely.
"Cousin." Lin Zhiming smiled and nodded, then raised his hand and took off the watch on his hand and said, "I came in a hurry, and I didn't bring any greeting gifts. I just bought this watch a few days ago and gave it to you.
"
With that said, Lin Zhiming walked up to Meng Zijun with the watch and handed the watch to him.
"Zhi Ming, what are you doing? We are all one family, why are you giving me a gift?" Meng Qiwen said with a frown.
"I'm working after all. It's the first time I'm meeting my cousin. What's the point if I don't give him a gift? Cousin, take it. This is a sports watch. It's just right for you to wear." Lin Zhiming said, pulling up Meng Zijun.
hand and put the watch in his hand.
"Then I'd like to thank my cousin." Meng Zijun was not polite, took Lin Zhiming's watch and put it on his hand, and found that it looked pretty good.
"Cousin, what kind of watch do you have?" Meng Zijun asked curiously.
"I don't know. A friend gave it to me. Do you like it?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Yes, thank you cousin! Grandpa, look at how generous my cousin is. It's not like you. I want an airpod and you don't even buy it for me!" Meng Zijun said.
"What kind of Al did you buy? Aren't you just to show off to your classmates? Grandpa taught you when you were a child that you should be pragmatic and should not have vanity, let alone pursue those superficial things. A
Headphones cost ten yuan and you can listen to English. Why do you have to buy one that costs a thousand yuan? Isn’t this a waste of money?” Meng Qiwen said with a straight face.
"I know, I know, I'm hungry! Cousin, let's go eat!" Meng Zijun said to Lin Zhiming with a smile.
"Wait a minute, uncle?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"My dad will come too?" Meng Zijun looked at Meng Qiwen in surprise.
"Well, today is your aunt's death anniversary. Your dad will come back to have dinner together and then go to pay homage to your aunt." Meng Qiwen said.
"Oh... I guess he must have forgotten about this. He doesn't remember anything except money." Meng Zijun said.
After hearing Meng Zijun's words, Lin Zhiming became more curious about the uncle he had never seen before.
The family quickly sat down, and Dong Jian found an excuse to leave Meng Qiwen's home.
This was Lin Zhiming's first time eating at his grandparents' house, and he was quite happy. He chatted with Meng Zijun from time to time, and felt a rare warmth in his heart.
As family members, Lin Zhiming felt that his grandparents' place was infinitely better than the Lin family. Although they were not on the same level, this place was more like a home than the Lin family.