Chapter 46 Forty-six It’s more than just

reciprocity. After Chen Yun finished making lunch, she also sent a portion to Song Fenglin.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, she felt her body temperature rising sharply. If she hadn't turned around to look at her hungry children, she would have given up and ordered takeout.

But her motherly love was gone even though she was sweating profusely. She simply mixed the seaweed and rice, and mixed the boiled beef and vegetables with some seasonings.

It may seem a bit perfunctory for children, but it is just right for people who want to lose weight.

Song Fenglin's portion had extra meat slices, almost popping out when the lid was opened.

Maybe it was the effect of the weather, it was still warm when he held it in his hand, which warmed his heart. He sent a message to his wife: [No need to make a fat-reducing meal for me specially]

Chen Yun didn't do it on purpose.

She had bought a lot of vegetables, ready to cook them for the children when her mother returned home. Unfortunately, she was not the type of person who could stay in the kitchen for long, so she gave up without hesitation.

But that didn't stop her from feeling like she was already a master in the kitchen. She used her father as

a positive example to educate him: "Look for yourselves, Dad's attitude is what a person who only eats and doesn't cook should have." Chen Xingyue picked at the seaweed in the rice and muttered softly: "Of course Dad won't say anything bad about Mom."

She was raised by her grandmother to be picky, and every meal was not only delicious but also well presented. Now, she has gone from extravagance to extreme frugality, and she is totally unable to adapt.

To be honest, Chen Yun was much more pampered than her when she was a child, but she didn’t think it was wrong for her child to be so picky: "Let's have grilled chicken wings for dinner, so let's do this for lunch."

Chicken wings are attractive, but mothers are more powerful.

Chen Xingyue only dared to mutter to herself, and even cleaned up the bottom of the bowl.

Only after she finished her meal did she feel like her summer vacation had finally come, and she dragged her brother to play house.

Chen Xinyang's already limited hair was tied into countless small buns, and pink hairpins were arranged in a large group on his head. It was so gorgeous that others couldn't bear to look at it, but he was still grinning foolishly.

After Chen Yun cleaned up the dining table and went to the living room to take a look, she simply didn't want to admit that these were all her biological children.

She shifted her gaze and fixed it on the dust on the TV cabinet.

Housework is something that is difficult to stop once you start it, and it feels uncomfortable to look at the floor after wiping the cabinets.

Chen Yun was rarely diligent. She kept running around inside and outside. When the sun was about to set, she lay down on the sofa and didn't want to move a finger.

Little did she know that Chen Xinyang had been staring at her mother for a long time, and immediately came over like an octopus: "Mom, I want to go downstairs to ride my bike."

Children cannot be without outdoor time, so now is the time to go out for a walk.

Chen Yun yawned as the idea came to her mind: "Then ask your sister if she has finished reading the book."

Chen Xinyang rushed into the study, but stopped in time. He did not try to please his mother, but asked in a slightly servile manner: "Sister, do you want to go downstairs to play?"

Chen Xingyue did not know many words, and her extracurricular reading materials were mainly illustrated ones, which were thin volumes.

She didn't even raise her head: "Wait until I finish reading."

Chen Xinyang waited very obediently, not daring to move her feet. '

It was only after Chen Yun heard no movement and barely climbed up from the sofa that she "rescued" him.

The brother and sister fought at least eight hundred times that afternoon, and the sister won every time with her natural advantage.

Chen Xinyang was like a little quail now, hugging his mother's thighs: "Mom, don't disturb my sister~"

Why didn't he speak close to someone's ear? Chen Yun almost couldn't hear clearly.

She poked her son's useless little face and asked, "How many pages are left of Stars?"

Chen Xingyue put away the book readily and said, "I've finished reading it."

It seemed that she was deliberately teasing her brother. Chen Yun also pinched her daughter's face and said, "Go to the bathroom before going out."

The mother prepared tissues, sweat towels, water cups, snacks, and stuffed all the miscellaneous things into the canvas bag. She felt exhausted before she took the first step.

The next second, her "God descended."

Song Fenglin pushed the door open and asked seeing the situation: "Do you want to go out and play?"

Chen Yun nodded heavily, holding on to her last hope: "Is it still hot outside?"

Song Fenglin saw through her intention, his hand still on the door handle: "I'll take them both with me."

When Chen Yun was a child, she thought about marrying a hero, but who said that a hero has to save the world?

Her voice was sweet: "Thank you for your hard work."

She waved her hand impatiently, and Song Fenglin laughed.

By the time the elevator door opened before I had time to go down, the door of my house had already closed.

Chen Xingyue blinked her eyes: "Dad, it seems like we were kicked out."

Which book did they learn this word from? Song Fenglin: "Do you know what it means to be kicked out?"

Chen Xingyue pretended to hold a broom and gestured: "Just like that, swept out."

If you put it that way, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong.

Children only read the literal meaning, so how can they understand the extended meaning in the adult world?

Song Fenglin could only try his best to explain: "Generally speaking, we only kick people out if they are not allowed to come back."

Chen Xingyue: "Not for us, we still have to go home for dinner." He

then used the tone of announcing big news: "Mom wants grilled chicken wings!"

She seemed to have eaten some of them and slurped her saliva.

Song Fenglin couldn't help laughing.

It was easy for him to feel sentimental about such trivial things, and the lonely figure standing alone many years ago was hidden among the illusions.

No matter what, God has been kind to him.

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the door was closed, Chen Yun did not hear the conversation between father and daughter.

She put the children's slippers in order and went into the kitchen to wash rice and cut vegetables, fearing that she would not want to get up from the sofa if she sat on it again.

After working for a while, the cell phone rang.

She casually wiped her hands on her apron, and it took her a long time to connect the video with her hands covered with water.

Liu Yingxia was about to hang up when she saw her daughter's face: "What are you busy with?"

Chen Yun held up the phone and said to her hand: "Cooking dinner."

What time was it? Liu Yingxia: "You're just cutting vegetables?"

When she was at home, she wished she could grind fresh flour for every meal and cook dishes as good as a full banquet.

Chen Yun couldn't do it and said, "It's great that I can cut."

It's true, she had done several jobs since she was young.

Liu Yingxia: "If it doesn't work, just eat takeout."

Then she felt it wasn't nutritious enough: "Why don't I go up earlier?"

Chen Yun: "No, no, you guys can play at home.

" Asked: "Aren't you going to pick peanuts with my aunt? Are you coming back now?"

Thirty or forty years ago, Liu Yingxia hated all agricultural labor.

Now as long as it is not a means of making a living, she is extremely happy: "It's just two acres of land, it won't take long to harvest."

Chen Yun has no concept of acres, and doesn't even know what the peanuts buried in the ground should look like, but that doesn't stop her from being willing to communicate with her parents.

The family of three chatted and talked about meaningless things.

Life is not that meaningful. If you count them up, it's all just trivial shit that you keep talking about over and over again.

The details of a piece of gossip may make one's ears calloused, but it is still very interesting.

Liu Yingxia and Chen Yongzhong can be said to have felt like fish in water in their hometown these days. After all, returning home in glory is always glorious.

Chen Yun’s biggest wish is that they are happy every day, and she feels very satisfied after the call.

She hummed a song while cooking, and called her husband and children back at the right time.

It was obvious that Chen Xinyang was dragged back by his father. His mouth was raised when he entered the house.

Song Fenglin sighed helplessly to his wife while his son wasn't looking.

Chen Yun mouthed "It's OK".

Chen Xinyang's palm-sized head was filled with grilled chicken wings.

Chen Xingyue is in the process of changing her teeth, and eats much slower than her brother. Her usually chattering mouth was silent today.

The brother and sister ate with such relish that Chen Yun even suspected that she had evolved into a cooking god.

She said, "Is it so delicious?"

Song Fenglin ate the least, but was the quickest to compliment: "Yes."

Chen Yun inexplicably remembered what her daughter said at noon, and poked the rice grains with her chopsticks without saying a word.

Song Fenglin looked at her, wondering where he had said the wrong thing again.

He didn't understand why, even though he always wanted her to be happy, the words he said and the things he did always had the opposite effect.

When he was young, he believed that there was a formula for all difficult problems, and he believed that those who worked hard would have good results.

He drank about a hundred or eighty bowls of chicken soup and eventually achieved "success" in a broad social sense.

However, in an invisible place, he was standing alone on a pavilion, and he would fall heavily if the wind blew or the rain fell.

It is self-evident who holds the rope that can pull him, but one does not want to delve into it.

Who said that there are people in the world who are greedy for this kind of life? She is not the only one.