Chapter 147: The First Sketch
Every day was like this, remembered clearly in his mind. But as he finished speaking, he froze.
Recalling how Lin Caihe had reacted when Third Uncle and Third Aunt returned—she hadn't shown a shred of gratitude but had excitedly interrogated Third Uncle about whether he had gone out of his way to buy silk blossoms for her—his face burned with embarrassment.
Seeing the raucous anger of Third Uncle just now seemed a bit puzzling to him, but now…
"Did you figure it out?" Lin Caisang asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Actually, it might be better that the money we earn is divided. This way, when the Third Uncle earns his own money, he won't feel he owes us anything. When he treats Caisang and Qing'er well, he won't always feel like he is doing us a disservice," he said.
"Sangsang, you have your older brother to spoil you," Lin Changhong said.
"Hmm," Lin Caisang hummed in response, picking up two bowls of food, and getting ready to head to the hall.