Chapter 34: Increasing

abdominal muscles is not something that can be achieved in a day.

But the fact that I'm losing weight is very real.

The first thing Song Fenglin does every morning after going to bed is to step on the scale and make a note on the progress chart he makes.

He kept his working habits and created a curve chart on the weekend and posted it on the closet in his room. The tail of the line fell straight down.

Although it was a good thing, Chen Yun was quite indignant when she saw it after getting up the next day: "We both have the same amount of exercise and the same food, but you are the only one who has lost weight?"

Why is there so much stubbornness in her that she remains motionless?

Song Fenglin: "I have a large base."

He whispered, "You don't exercise much."

Chen Yun glared: "Didn't I go for a walk with you?"

She was recently watching Chen Zhiwen's first web drama as the leading role, and she didn't miss any Reuters footage. She was even addicted to her phone while walking.

I said I was going out for a walk, but actually I just wanted to find a quiet place to sit and watch TV series, and at the same time feed the hundred or eighty mosquitoes in the park.

Song Fenglin raised his hand to touch the mosquito bite on her forehead, and felt that everything was self-evident.

Chen Yun didn't feel guilty at all, and held her head high: "Why don't you say something?"

What else could Song Fenglin do? He said willingly: "I think the scale may be broken."

That's right, Chen Yun muttered, "I'll change it sooner or later," as she walked to the living room.

On the first day of summer vacation, the two children got up earlier than chickens.

It was just the usual time to go to school, but the whole living room felt like it had been bombarded.

The brother and sister poured out all their toys, played with them for a while, then felt bored and threw them all over the place.

There are really "landmines" everywhere you step, and you don't know where to step.

Fortunately, Chen Yun is not obsessed with mysophobia and doesn't like doing housework.

So she was in a good mood about this matter. She looked around and went to the kitchen to get some water.

Chen Xingyue followed her mother happily, asking, "Mom, can I have an ice cream?"

She was good at acting coquettishly, and the ending of her words was as sweet as honey.

Chen Yun pinched her face and refused with a smile: "No."

Chen Xingyue was not discouraged and twisted her body like a dog-skin plaster: "Just a small bite."

She was about to go to elementary school, and her mind was quite improved. She even knew how to wink at her brother to wink over allies.

Chen Xinyang actually didn’t quite understand it, but that didn’t stop him from smelling something profitable and pulling his mother’s thighs.

Chen Yun’s pajamas were almost pulled off by him, and she pulled at the waist of her pants: “No, go brush your teeth and wash your face first.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Fenglin cooperated and “dragged” the two children away.

Chen Xingyue followed her father reluctantly, but Chen Xinyang had a look of self-destruction on his face. He simply let his legs hang on the ground and was literally being dragged away.

Chen Yun noticed some vicissitudes of life on his face despite his young age, and thought that raising a child was really something new and exciting to watch every day.

She couldn't help laughing, she shook her head and took the ingredients out of the refrigerator to make breakfast.

In order to support Song Fenglin's weight loss, the family's breakfast has been more sumptuous recently.

Chen Yun prepared so many dishes that there wasn’t enough time to eat them.

She hurried to the store, changed her clothes and picked up a steamed dumpling: "I'm leaving now, you take care of the house."

Song Fenglin only had time to respond with "OK" before the next sentence was blocked by the closed door.

He didn't stop talking, but lowered his voice: "Bye."

Chen Xinyang was close to him, and after hearing it, he turned his head away politely: "Goodbye, Dad."

Before Song Fenglin could explain, Chen Xingyue said: "Dad didn't say that to you."

Chen Xinyang was not convinced: "Just with me."

The brother and sister always quarreled over trivial matters, and they would forget why they quarreled in the first place, and even their reconciliation was inexplicable.

After Song Fenglin finished washing the dishes, he saw them playing together affectionately again.

He suddenly felt like he was the one who broke up the couple and had to destroy the harmony of that second: "It's time to do homework."

Chen Xingyue's eyelids trembled, but she decided to pretend she didn't hear it.

She thought she could get away with it this way, but she still couldn't escape the fate of being taken to the study by her father.

Song Fenglin dried his hands and spread out his daughter's exercise book: "Write two pages today."

Chen Xingyue made a long "oh" sound, touched the pen and then the eraser.

Song Fenglin guessed what she was going to do next, and sure enough, he heard her say, "I want to go to the bathroom." She

really didn't do her homework, and there was nothing wrong with her.

Song Fenglin had no choice but to say, "Go ahead, go ahead."

After all this trouble, Chen Xingyue finally sat down obediently.

While she was writing, Song Fenglin did not dare to look away for too long. He simply moved two small stools and sat in the corridor with his son to recite ancient poems.

Chen Xinyang's Mandarin is completely inherited from his grandparents, and he can't even distinguish between the front and back nasal sounds.

Song Fenglin corrected himself again and again, and after a while he felt that his pronunciation was also off.

He moved his lips but couldn't find his original feeling, so he could only: "Take a break for ten minutes."

Chen Xinyang happily went to play with the toy car, and Chen Xingyue opened the drawer to count her treasured stickers.

Song Fenglin also has a loved one, and he sent a message to his wife: [Are you busy? 】

Chen Yun was beating cream. When she saw the phone screen light up, she glanced at it but didn’t pick it up.

She thought she would go back when she had free time, and forget about it after a while.

Song Fenglin already knew the answer to the question before he received a reply.

He thought that he might have developed a problem from being too idle, so he sorted out his disappointment and glanced at his watch: "Time's up." The two children moved slowly, and were obviously more out of shape than before the break.

No matter how good-tempered Song Fenglin was, he couldn't help but criticize his son after he deliberately stuttered for the hundred and eighth time.

When Liu Yingxia walked in carrying the vegetables, she saw her son-in-law confronting her grandson.

She is a typical member of the older generation, and is used to smoothing things over: "Why are you crying, Yangyang?"

Seeing that someone was backing her up, Chen Xinyang burst into tears even louder.

Liu Yingxia felt very distressed and tried to coax him with a biscuit, but took her hand back the next second awkwardly: "You have to listen to your father."

She felt that her son-in-law looked a little unhappy, as if he disliked her for interrupting.

In fact, Song Fenglin didn’t mean that.

He was not born with a smiling face, and he didn't notice the difference in this instant's change. He focused on talking to his son: "Wipe your tears before talking."

Chen Xinyang wiped his tears with the back of his hand, then leaned into his father's arms and cried.

Song Fenglin patted his back soothingly and softened his voice: "Do you think you have the right to make trouble?"

Chen Xinyang felt aggrieved: "I can't memorize it."

It's not that Song Fenglin is blindly confident in his son, but he is not a hands-off boss at home. He knows where the child's level is.

He said, "Let's take it slow. Dad will carry it with you. Yangyang will definitely be able to do it."

His coaxing and encouragement finally worked.

Chen Xinyang continued to recite with a crying voice, with the words "I am a strong child" written all over his face.

Song Fenglin wrung out a towel to wipe his face and went to the kitchen to get some fruit.

Liu Yingxia was cutting vegetables to prepare lunch when she heard footsteps and looked back.

She explained in a stammering voice: "I always forget. Yunyun said that I can't just be a good person and undermine the authority of parents."

Song Fenglin didn't actually think anything was wrong. He picked up two oranges and said: "It's okay. It's normal to not be able to see children cry."

Is this normal? Liu Yingxia felt that his tone sounded abnormal.

Mothers-in-law have always been less domineering than mothers-in-law. She always felt that the Chen family had gained a great advantage in this marriage, so she couldn't help but weaken her momentum, fearing that she would make her son-in-law unhappy and the family would break up.

The more this happens, the more people will think and overthink, and they will imagine a lot at the slightest sign of trouble.

Liu Yingxia was feeling nervous. After making lunch, she came up with an idea: "Fenglin, why don't you go and deliver lunch to Yunyun?"

Song Fenglin was naturally happy to agree.

He hadn't heard from his wife the whole morning. After changing his clothes and picking up the incubator, he finally remembered to tell his children when he was putting on his shoes: "Listen to grandma, okay?"

Chen Xingyue and Chen Xinyang agreed very well. Perhaps they had been so busy studying that morning that they were ready to stand up and see their father off.

Song Fenglin walked out of the door under the gaze of his three generations of grandparents and grandchildren. When he entered the elevator, he subconsciously looked at himself in the reflection and smoothed his frizzy hair.

For some reason, he had the illusion that he was on a date when he just fell in love, and walked to the coffee shop, swinging the thermos box in his hand.

When he arrived, Chen Yun was packing up tools in the bakery, and there was a constant clanging sound inside.

Song Fenglin kept food safety in mind and did not dare to go in casually. He knocked on the door a second time.

The sound was louder this time. Chen Yun caught a glimpse of movement. She turned around and found him, with his head slightly tilted to the left: "Wait a moment."

Song Fenglin nodded, found an empty seat in the store and asked, "Xiaoxiao, have you eaten?"

The barista Xiaoxiao was very considerate: "Not yet, Brother Song, please keep an eye on it for me. I'm going to eat Shaxian across the street."

Song Fenglin originally wanted to say that they could eat together, but the girl had already run away.

Just then his wife came out of the bakery, so he ignored everyone else and asked, "Do you want to eat now or wait?"

Chen Yun took a sip of ice water: "I'll eat now." He

then said, "No need to send me food specially, it's such a hot day."

Song Fenglin: "I want to come."

With these words, he blocked the rest of Chen Yun's words.

She untangled her hair and absentmindedly fiddled with the few strands that fell over her shoulders.

Song Fenglin thought she was just tired from being busy, so he set the table and said, "Eat."

The hot July sun made him sweat all over, and he didn't even bother to wipe himself off.

Chen Yun suddenly became tired.

She knew that what she was thinking at the moment was wrong, but she had no way to control her thoughts. She hoped that Song Fenglin would be sitting comfortably at home with the air conditioner on and eating lunch, instead of appearing here and increasing her guilt.