Lin Xiang snatched the axe from his hand and shoved the bowl with the large meat buns into his arms.
The buns, warmed once more, had thin skin, revealing the juicy pork inside—they looked mouthwateringly delicious at a glance.
Lin Yun instinctively glanced at Mrs. Lin, who was sulking in the living room, hesitating whether he should eat.
Lin Xiang, studying the half-finished machine, noticed Lin Yun's hesitation and said without raising her head, "Brother, just eat without worry. Mom asked me to bring this back for you."
Although it was packed by Secretary Zhang, on the way to town, Mrs. Lin had actively offered to buy Lin Yun a large meat bun.
Round it up, and it was essentially Mrs. Lin who packed it for Lin Yun—absolutely no problem.
Regarding Lin Xiang's words, Lin Yun merely smirked, clearly not believing that Mrs. Lin would be so generous to him.
After Lin Xiang urged him a few more times, he squatted on the doorstep with the bowl and started eating.
