"Yes, Grandfather." Lin Changshu dutifully agreed. It seemed like his parents held some resentment towards their ancestral Lin family. While they were alive, every time the Lin Family was brought up, they would change the subject. Now, even Grandfather was doing the same, and Changshu's longing for his ancestral lineage completely dissipated.
"Grandfather, when our Lin family becomes successful in the future, we'll reopen the family tree, then you'd be the first ancestral patriarch of the Lin family." Lin Ziyin jokingly said, trying not to remind the old man of painful memories.
"What do you mean by ancestral patriarch? There are still your great-grandparents above me." The old man was amused by their jest and finally burst into laughter.
"Then grandfather would be the second-generation ancestor." Zige chimed in with a laugh.
"Okay." Grandfather knew that his grandchildren were trying to cheer him up, so he chuckled along.
The family enjoyed their lunch in high spirits.