Chapter 61 Sixty-one

Flowering Season Chen Yun’s dinner was simple, but the children ate it all up out of courtesy.

Chen Xingyue used the remaining tomato scrambled eggs sauce to mix the last few grains of rice in the bowl. After eating, she held it up to show her mother to take credit.

Chen Yun praised her a few words, then picked up the vegetables that her son pretended to accidentally drop on the table and threw them back into his bowl: "Eat it."

Vegetables had no appeal to children. Every time they ate them, it felt like there was arsenic in them.

Chen Xinyang tried to escape with a bitter face, but finally had to put it in his mouth and left the table as if nothing had happened.

Chen Yun was experienced in class struggle and grabbed his arm: "Open your mouth."

Chen Xinyang thought he had done it perfectly, and his throat rolled helplessly before he said unrighteously: "I ate it!"

Everyone in the room with eyes could see what was wrong with him.

Song Fenglin felt pity for his son and picked him up: "You are great, let's go wash up."

Chen Xinyang can eat by himself now, but he uses the spoon very roughly, and his face is always greasy after eating.

Washing his face was the second thing he hated after eating vegetables, and he twisted his body in resistance.

A less friendly analogy is that this is a bit like watching villagers slaughtering pigs when Song Fenglin was a child. Both require some effort.

Chen Xinyang's face was rubbed red by his father, and just then his grandparents called him via video. His expression instantly showed extreme aggrievedness, and he was about to cry.

Liu Yingxia and Chen Yongzhong, who raised their two grandparents by themselves, missed them so much after not seeing them for more than half a month. Seeing them like this was even more unbearable. They kept calling them their darlings.

It's not like he's being raised by his stepmother. Chen Yun said speechlessly, "The more you call him, the more excited he gets."

Liu Yingxia, "Kids are all like this."

But she also treated everyone equally, "Xingxing, look at grandma. Why do you look thinner?"

Chen Xingyue pulled the edge of her skirt and turned around, "Grandma, do you think I look like a princess?"

Of course Liu Yingxia said yes, and the series of compliments made Chen Xingyue feel elated.

Chen Yun couldn't bear to listen any more, so she gave the phone to the children to let them chat and went into the kitchen to find some fruit to eat.

Song Fenglin was wiping the stove. When he heard the footsteps, he thought she was coming in to help: "I can do it."

Chen Yun raised her hand and dropped it on the refrigerator door as planned: "I'm just passing by, you continue." She

also spoke in a very pretentious tone: "Don't stop your hands while you're talking, come on~"

Her tone sounded very annoying. Song Fenglin's hand holding the rag felt a little itchy, so he took two steps forward.

In the small space, Chen Yun was caught off guard. She subconsciously crossed her hands in front of her chest and looked at him with her head slightly tilted: "What are you doing?"

Perhaps she knew what the other person would like, so she lowered her voice.

Song Fenglin wanted to pinch her face, but unfortunately he could only point his hand in the air halfway through the job: "Skin."

Chen Yun giggled, and the next second she heard her daughter running while shouting "Mom", so she pushed her gently: "Do your job."

The good atmosphere was ruined, and Song Fenglin couldn't lose his temper with his daughter.

He thought that he just had to wait for his children to return home, and looked forward to the long-lost time alone together.

Chen Yun didn't think about these things, she just took the phone from her daughter and talked.

Chen Xingyue, who was brought up by her grandparents, half understood her string of dialects and went to play with her younger brother in boredom.

Song Fenglin couldn't guess at all. He could only judge from her expression that it was a good thing, and he felt relieved and continued to tidy up the kitchen.

The height of the stove was not suitable for him at all, and he accidentally hit his head on the range hood.

Chen Yun smiled even more brightly, but she freed her hands and smoothed his fur like coaxing a child.

Song Fenglin is the most easily satisfied person in the world. He used the electricity to do a thorough cleaning for his entire family.

He was really diligent, and the living room floor seemed to be reflective. Fortunately, the children were all well-bathed and lying in bed, otherwise they would have definitely fallen flat on their faces.

It’s Chen Yun, who walks very carefully.

She leaned on the sofa with a slight scent of shower gel: "We are lucky this time when we go home, we can even have a banquet."

Song Fenglin sat next to her: "Whose family is having a wedding?"

Chen Yun: "The six-story building next to the store next to the stage, the son of my third uncle's youngest son."

Song Fenglin: "I know the house, but I don't think I have seen the person."

Chen Yun: "He was too young, I don't have much impression of him."

The generation gap among children is actually the most serious. They can't play together if they are three years apart.

Song Fenglin is a supporter of late marriage and believes that people should wait until they have a certain level of ability before they are suitable to take responsibility for a family.

But he didn't like to comment on other people's choices. He just sighed: "Getting married so early."

Chen Yun: "You just graduated from college, and your job doesn't seem to be very stable. But your family is always rich."

Song Fenglin suddenly felt that he didn't need to worry so much about others: "The wedding will definitely be a great success, and we won't lose money on the gifts this time." It

was inexplicably funny to hear these words coming out of his mouth. Chen Yun: "You are very frugal now."

Song Fenglin: "I thought I have always been like that."

Chen Yun: "You just didn't spend money before, and any money you spent was a waste of money."

Song Fenglin couldn't remember: "When?"

Chen Yun brought up the past: "How many expensive and useless things did you buy when Xingxing was born."

As a father for the first time, I wanted to give my child the best of everything within my ability. I was thoroughly brainwashed by consumerism on the maternal and child forum, and his express deliveries arrived at my doorstep every day.

Once I got home, I felt so depressed that I couldn't move.

Song Fenglin recalled and seemed a little aggrieved: "You were obviously very happy at that time."

Chen Yun: "I would be happy if you bought me a Hermès now, but I will still scold you in two years."

Afraid that he would take it seriously, she emphasized: "This is just a metaphor. If you really buy it, I will beat you up immediately."

Song Fenglin: "I will buy it for you when I make a lot of money."

Others may say that this sounds like empty promises, but he said it was a real and effective contract.

Chen Yun nodded: "Okay, I'll wait."

Song Fenglin put this on the to-do list and stood up suddenly: "I'll go do two sets of papers before going to bed."

Chen Yun had nightmares just by hearing the word "papers" and grabbed him: "Go to sleep well, don't you see what time it is."

If you understand it in a more divergent way, it can also be regarded as an invitation to share a bed.

Maybe it’s because he doesn’t have to go to work, Song Fenglin has been having a lot of distracting thoughts lately.

He looked down at his belly, thinking that he should wait until he was ready before "asking for favor". He calmed down in his heart and said yes, but in fact he got up earlier the next day to exercise.

Chen Yun stretched out her hand and felt that half of the bed was empty, but she had no idea what time it was. She just covered her head and fell asleep. She woke up to the rustling noise of her children.

Occasionally, she particularly enjoyed this moment of peace. She would stare at the ceiling in a daze for a while before opening the door and walking out.

A family of three was already having breakfast in the restaurant. When they heard footsteps, they turned around with something in their mouths.

This scene has a very TV drama atmosphere. Chen Yun's eyes move slowly like a camera lens, and finally stop on Song Fenglin.

I don’t know if it’s because the morning sunlight is too good, but it makes his face look extra shiny, especially since he has lost weight recently. The dimples around his mouth have become sunken, and his smile looks a little immature.

Chen Yun stared at it for a few seconds and thought to herself: Isn’t it said that men’s blooming period is particularly short? How come he got up again?