Chapter 51 Fifty-one Not Being Seen

There is a law whose name says: when you pay attention to someone, this person will appear in your life more frequently.

The same is true.

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Chen Yun came home after a day of work and took off her two shoes asymmetrically at the entrance.

She walked in barefoot, passed the children who were doing a puzzle in the living room, and lay down on the sofa.

Chen Xinyang's IQ is more like making trouble than accomplishing anything, and he lost interest in this game a long time ago.

He lay on his mother's lap and acted like a spoiled child.

As long as there is no quarrel or noise, Chen Yun has full love for her son.

She reached out and pinched his cheek: "What are you doing at home today?"

Chen Xinyang: "I'm the emperor today~"

I don't know what he is cosplaying at home, there are so many dramas every day.

Chen Yun: "Then the emperor goes to pour mother a glass of water."

Chen Xinyang ran to the kitchen and opened the door with a bang.

Song Fenglin was cooking enthusiastically. He turned around and asked, "Are you hungry? You can eat soon. Can you play with your sister for a while?"

Chen Xinyang felt that this seemed to imply that he was greedy. He said loudly, "I'm here to pour water for Mom!"

He said he was pouring water, but in fact, he was not old enough to complete this task independently. He couldn't even reach the cup. He was busy on tiptoe, panting.

Song Fenglin couldn't help laughing, and poured the water cup and handed it to him: "Go ahead."

Chen Xinyang was not obsessed with the action of "pouring", as long as the result was what he wanted.

He carefully held the cup of water and ran out stumblingly, trying to show his affection to his mother.

But in just a few seconds, Chen Yun had already coaxed her daughter.

Chen Xingyue had been working on the jigsaw puzzle for the entire afternoon and had just finished it.

She stuck close to her mother to show off her achievements and was extremely clingy.

No matter how tired Chen Yun was, she seemed to have no worries when she saw her, and smiled: "Baby, you are great."

Chen Xinyang was not to be outdone and squeezed between his mother and sister: "I am great too!"

He was so excited that he spilled half a cup of water and blinked blankly on the spot.

Chen Yun took the cup from his hand: "Thank you, baby, but wipe the floor first."

Chen Xinyang took several pieces of paper in one breath, squatted down and wiped it carefully.

After he finished wiping, he felt that he still needed to be praised, and indicated with a pitiful little look: "Mom, I'm done!"

Chen Yun didn't dare to say that he was wasting paper. She thought she would remind him next time and now she just threw out the free words.

She also has some experience in raising second-children, so she knows how to calm her child down at the first sign of trouble.

With his mother’s cooperation, Chen Xinyang was very happy.

After getting the security of being loved, he immediately pursued something more difficult and went to his sister to ask for care.

Chen Xingyue had just finished a "big project" and was feeling the greatest sense of accomplishment.

When she is in a good mood, she is the best sister in the world and generously shares the toys that she usually keeps with her younger brother.

The brother and sister were so sweet together. Chen Yun was afraid that she would be noticed again, so she quickly hid in the kitchen.

When Song Fenglin heard the door open, he thought it was his son again, and this time he didn't even turn his head: "Mom, do you want some water?"

Chen Yun looked at his back as he flipped the spatula: "Yes."

Hearing her voice, Song Fenglin was obviously happier, and turned his head with a smile on his face: "Why didn't you tell the child to do anything?"

Chen Yun complained: "I can only drink half a cup while your son is working." She

asked again: "How many dishes are left? How about I cook?"

Song Fenglin: "No, it will be ready soon."

He has a clear understanding of his own cooking level and stated in advance: "If you don't like it, eat less and order takeout after the kids fall asleep."

Chen Yun: "I have great respect for chefs."

Song Fenglin thought, don't tarnish the word chef, but didn't want to say that she used the wrong word, so she took out all the beautiful plates from the cabinet and used them, saying: "The color, fragrance and taste are not complete, and they are a bit unorthodox."

Chen Yun: "It's not that bad. If it doesn't work, drink more water."

Song Fenglin's cooking skills have a fatal flaw, which is that he uses too much seasoning.

He started to support himself when he was very young, and his requirement for food was less vegetables and more rice to fill him up.

This mainstream diet of the working people even influenced his taste buds to such a great extent that it took him a long time to adapt to the refined eating habits of this family after marriage.

That’s right, integration.

Maybe it was because He Qingqing mentioned it today, Chen Yun now felt that he had indeed contributed a lot in this marriage no matter how she looked at it.

She wondered what it would be like if she married into a family where they couldn't even eat one table. She even rehearsed the action of flipping the table in her mind, and her aimless gaze slowly focused.

Song Fenglin saw her looking him up and down and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Yun: "Your clothes are splashed with oil."

Song Fenglin: "It's okay, I can't wear this clothes anymore."

Chen Yun teased: "It's okay, even if you buy a new one, it will look like the old one."

Song Fenglin used to be careless about dressing up, and could even be said to be avoiding it. When he had to throw away his old clothes, he would buy almost the same ones and wear them again.

He gained a sense of security from this kind of stability, and at one point he hoped that the company could provide him with work clothes, just like the school uniforms he wore as a student, without having to consider the matching and occasion.

To be honest, he knew that he was an outsider to fashion, and his whole body was covered in rags. He lowered his head to look at the corner of his clothes with two small holes and said, "I'll buy something different this time."

He spoke with a desperate spirit.

Chen Yun: “Why?”

Song Fenglin thought that her preferred star now was the pretty boy type like Chen Zhiwen, and it would not do if he continued to look like a country bumpkin.

But he was too embarrassed to say it out loud, and whispered: "Change the taste."

How do those marketing accounts write articles? If a middle-aged man suddenly likes to dress up, the chances of him changing his wife are probably higher.

Chen Yun didn't think he was that kind of person. She thought it was probably the same as her buying a new skirt to wear when she lost weight: "Okay, buy it if you want."

The two of them walked to the dining room with the dishes while talking, set the table and asked the children to eat.

Chen Xingyue and Chen Xinyang gradually accepted the dishes when their grandmother was not at home. They probably also knew that their father's ability was limited, so they accepted all the three dishes and one soup on the table and ate very happily.

They both ate with relish, and Chen Yun pecked at the rice like a chicken.

She wanted to convey that the food was "very appetizing", but the next second even her bowl was taken away. She stood there with her hands in a daze: "Why is there someone trying to grab the food?"

Song Fenglin: "You eat some fruit."

He mouthed "order takeout later."

He was very secretive, but the child figured out something.

Chen Xingyue was suspicious: "Why doesn't Mom eat?"

Chen Yun was obviously favored, but she followed with confidence: "Yes, why don't you let me eat."

Song Fenglin was like a magician. He had poured his wife's rice into his own bowl when no one was paying attention.

He only showed the empty bowl: "Because Mom has finished eating."

Chen Xingyue was fooled and said, "Oh, I'm almost done too."

Song Fenglin thought he was going to be caught red-handed, so he breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little embarrassed and quickly lowered his head to look at his phone.

Chen Yun deliberately asked: "What are you looking at so seriously?"

She meant to tease, but unexpectedly Song Fenglin said seriously: "News about Shunda."

Chen Yun's interactions with this cousin stopped before the age of ten. She was surprised and said: "Do you two chat regularly?"

Song Fenglin: "No, he just stopped by from my parents' place. He heard that we will be going back next month, so he asked me to go fishing at his place when I have time."

The return to his hometown was actually arranged by Chen Yun.

She had only asked for his opinion symbolically, and now she wanted to ask it again seriously, but considering that the child was still holding it back, she changed it to: "Do you two get along well?"

To be honest, if Song Fenglin had not been married, there would probably never be a day when they would be able to talk to each other.

But since he has become an inseparable part of the Chen family, what he thinks sometimes doesn't matter.

While choosing how to respond, he said, "Just a few times a year, that's fine."

For him, these few times were already a huge challenge.

But in the past ten years, Chen Yun seemed to have never faced this difficulty.

She had to think once again: Giving is indeed something that is hard to see.