Chapter 60 Sixty Same Style

The next day was a cloudy day, with dark clouds covering the sun in the morning.

Chen Yun thought that the business in the store would not be very good today, but she did not expect that the store would be packed with people in the afternoon, and even the takeaway machine was ringing non-stop.

When she is busy, she can't take care of many things. Only when she has free time will she reply to messages as if she were reading memorials.

She just sent out the sentence "I've just finished my work", and Song Fenglin sent out "Are you coming back for dinner?" 】Just follow him, making it seem like he is staring at his phone 24 hours a day.

Chen Yun: [I'll be back in half an hour. You cut the vegetables and I'll go back to fry them.]

Song Fenglin: [You do your own thing. I'll cook.] Chen

Yun: [Your daughter has lost a pound. If she loses any more weight, it will be hard to explain next week.]

Song Fenglin: [Just let Dr. Ken take a look.]

It seems that he has been playing with his phone a lot recently, and his sense of humor has also increased sharply.

Chen Yun: [We just need to see this doctor, they should eat healthily.]

Song Fenglin likes this classification of us and you, as if couples are the only closest people in the world.

He replied happily, put the phone aside and tapped the table twice with his fingers: "Xingxing, the words are crooked."

Chen Xingyue's patience for doing homework was about to run out, and she used the eraser angrily: "It will be crooked by itself!"

This was so unreasonable. Song Fenglin: "The pen is in your hand, you wrote it crooked."

There are also many earth-shattering grievances in the world of children.

Chen Xingyue felt that she had done a lot of homework in the afternoon, and she was furious: "It's just it!"

Why did she suddenly yell? Song Fenglin touched his daughter's head: "What's wrong, baby?"

Chen Xingyue's tears immediately fell: "My hand hurts!"

Learning from Song Fenglin's past life, he was very principled on this point: "Then take a break for ten minutes before writing again." He

coaxed her: "After you finish writing, Dad will give you some candy, okay?" She

nodded at the second half of the sentence, but there seemed to be no reason to shake her head at the first half.

Chen Xingyue was probably struggling with her conscience and her desires. She pinched the corner of her clothes and made a request: "I want popping candy."

Song Fenglin nodded readily and did not forget to confirm with her: "Ten minutes, Dad starts counting."

There was no other way. If he didn't say it clearly, the child might cheat.

Chen Xingyue's tears disappeared quickly as they came. She wiped her face with her sleeve and said, "You have to wait until I get to the living room."

When playing, she was very much in a hurry.

Song Fenglin took out a tissue and stuffed it into her hand: "Okay, go ahead."

Chen Xingyue ran away happily and successfully met up with her brother in the living room.

Even though Chen Xinyang had fun for the entire afternoon, he was still quite unhappy.

He ran to the study several times but was "driven" out by his father every time. If he made any loud noise, he would be "scolded" by his sister, with his mouth pouted so much that a bottle of oil could be hung on it.

But happiness in his world is also very simple. As soon as his sister comes, he quickly makes room for her in the best position.

Before Song Fenglin entered the kitchen, he took a look at the siblings who were having fun, and then started working with peace of mind.

While picking vegetables and peeling garlic, he took out his cell phone and played an audio book.

This book was a fantasy novel that became popular when he was in his third year of high school.

Although equipment was limited during that period, students in the class were still able to follow the serials from various channels and would discuss it when they got together every day. The head teacher was so angry that he slammed the podium and said, "You are in the third year of high school, do you know that?"

Who wouldn't know that? But they can't help being distracted.

Song Fenglin also wanted to do it, but he didn't dare to do it when the time came. Later, when he went to college, other things became more popular. No matter how hard he tried to catch up, he would always be left behind in the trend.

I picked it up this time because my daughter exchanged a character card of the animation with another classmate in the extracurricular class. After returning home, she showed off to her parents about the story she heard, as if she had watched the entire animation.

Chen Yun: "You were not even born when your mother read this book."

Song Fenglin was speechless.

There are always many speechless moments in his unremarkable life, so he has to "study" secretly, just like that old classmate who stays up all night studying before exams but always pretends to be calm.

Chen Yun arrived home early and caught him just in time.

She was watching him cutting vegetables and was afraid that a sudden noise would scare someone, so she leaned against the kitchen door frame and waited for a while before saying, "What are you listening to?"

No matter who it is, they would be startled in this situation.

Song Fenglin's heart skipped a beat and he turned his head: "Didn't you say half an hour?"

Chen Yun raised an eyebrow: "Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

She was very surprised. They were obviously working day and night, so every extra second made them very happy.

Song Fenglin smiled: "Are you tired today?"

Chen Yun: "You're still asking me, your face looks haggard."

Are you? Song Fenglin touched his face subconsciously, forgetting what he had just done. His cheeks turned red and felt slightly burning. He shook his hands vigorously.

Chen Yun: "What's wrong?"

Song Fenglin: "I was just peeling garlic with my hands."

Chen Yun took a handful of water and splashed it roughly on his face, and the water dripped all over the ground.

Chen Xingyue rushed in at this time and announced loudly: "Dad, time's up!"

It's not time's up, it's Mom's back.

Song Fenglin did not expose his daughter's little thoughts. He washed his hands casually, wiped them on his apron, and put away his phone: "Okay, then go and finish it yourself."

The mother's pressure radiates a wide range, and she can make Chen Xingyue behave well without her personally being in charge.

Chen Yun didn't know that she had a small tantrum in the afternoon, and after checking her homework, she praised her for her excellent performance.

Chen Xingyue didn't want verbal rewards: "Dad said I can eat popping candy."

What Dad said counts.

Chen Yun opened the candy box: "One for you and one for your younger brother."

Chen Xingyue was unhappy: "He didn't do his homework well."

Song Fenglin spoke for his son: "He also memorized words today."

Chen Xingyue jumped high: "Only one!"

Chen Yun: "He is only four years old, it's good enough for him to memorize one."

She didn't have many requirements for her son's schoolwork for the time being. She assigned him tasks more to make her daughter feel fair, but now it seems that fairness is something that can never be achieved.

Chen Xingyue was indignant anyway, and complained to herself with a snort.

What could Chen Yun do but kiss her on the cheek: "Mom loves you."

Chen Xingyue really received too much love.

She now wants some tangible benefits, and takes the opportunity to ask: "Mom, can I watch TV?"

Raising a child is a game where principles and bottom lines will be defeated step by step.

Chen Yun was helpless: "You can only watch one episode. You choose the cartoon and share it with your brother."

Chen Xingyue skipped away with two bags of candy, leaving her parents looking at each other and sighing.

Chen Yun: "Although it's too late to regret now, do you think having a second child will ever create a balance?"

She really tried hard to balance the scales, but the children always felt unsatisfied from their own perspectives.

Song Fenglin didn't expect it to be so difficult, and even the words "walking on thin ice" popped up in his mind.

He tried to comfort her: “Everything will be fine when she grows up.”

This sentence is a universal formula, and everyone hopes it will be a panacea.

Chen Yun could only think so and tied on an apron: "You take a break, I'll cook."

The children were watching TV, which was the time when they least needed anyone to watch them.

Compared with this, Song Fenglin would rather help out here.

The fairly spacious kitchen was clearly large enough for five or six people to stand, but Chen Yun felt like she was going to bump into him the moment she turned her head. No matter where she turned, he seemed to be following her like a shadow. She couldn't help but say, "You're more clingy than both of them."

Song Fenglin was afraid of being disliked, so he quickly moved back a step: "Can I stand here?"

Why did she look so pitiful? Chen Yun: "Isn't it tiring to just stand there? Find something to talk about."

All the new things were shared on the phone all day long. Song Fenglin thought for a moment and said, "I was just listening to "xx."

If she hadn't mentioned it, Chen Yun would have forgotten that she had just asked, and said, "Reminiscing about your youth?"

Song Fenglin: "I didn't watch it when I was young."

This was a bit awkward.

Chen Yun: "Actually, I have forgotten what it was about, which is almost the same as not having seen it."

He didn't know if it was because of partiality, but Song Fenglin felt that she had a very high EQ. She was just as comforting and inspiring. Her words were refreshing, unlike him who would just repeat "no" and "it's okay" over and over again, as dry as steamed buns that have been stored outdoors in the north for a week.

He has never possessed this ability, and sometimes even tried too hard and it backfired.

Just like now, he said: "Then let's listen together."

Chen Yun was silent for two seconds: "If I remember correctly, this is a harem novel."

Huh? ah? ah?

Song Fenglin: "Then how can it be changed into an animation for children?"

Chen Yun: "I guess it has been adapted a lot. If Xingxing hadn't mentioned the protagonist's name that day, I would have thought it was a different story." He

also complained: "Fortunately you married me, otherwise I would seriously suspect that you had ulterior motives in inviting me to listen to it."

Instead of clarifying for himself, Song Fenglin whispered: "It's okay to doubt it."

Chen Yun: "This is indeed worthy of suspicion."

She said this, but her expression was indifferent.

Song Fenglin didn't know whether it was because he was too trustworthy that she never checked on him, didn't set up curfew, and didn't interfere with his making friends, or whether she simply didn't care.

The latter makes him always crave for more emotional evidence, but it can never be filled.

Intellectually, Song Fenglin knew that Chen Yun was not wrong.

She clearly gives a lot of understanding and respect, which is what everyone says is the most indispensable part of a good marriage relationship.

But the more this happened, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he even secretly resisted this kind of consideration. He didn't want to directly ask the other party what to do, as that would make him feel even more uncomfortable than not being cared about.

He is not good at anything. Perhaps, as several friends have commented, he is not aware of the good things he has.