Chapter 68 Sixty-Eight A Little Sweetness

Chen Siting had just given birth to a child and has been living with her parents-in-law recently.

When the man's relatives meet the woman's family, they can't help but exchange three rounds of greetings.

When Chen Yun and Chen Ying arrived, they first sat down and practiced two rounds of Tai Chi with the elders, and then followed their cousin into the room.

Chen Siting: "You guys just sit here for a while, I'll treat you well next time you come to my place."

Although she lives in the master bedroom of this three-bedroom, two-living-room house, her private space is limited, so she made room for two plastic chairs to put things: "Yuanyuan just fell asleep."

Chen Yun stretched her neck to look at her little niece on the bed: "She's very white, not as exaggerated as you said."

As a new mother, Chen Siting felt that the baby was completely different from what she had imagined, and was easily startled. She said: "I just felt that she was red."

Chen Yun: "That's not a feeling, it's an illusion." She

looked up at the air conditioner again: "What temperature did you set it to? It's hot, right?"

Chen Siting: "25."

Then she lowered her voice: "If it's any higher, her grandmother will come in and keep shouting."

Most elders who take care of children have this drawback.

Chen Yun: "They would like to make their kids wear eight pieces of clothes during the hottest days of summer, just like your aunt did when she wore the star."

Chen Siting's complaints were turned on, but she held them back considering that she was under someone else's roof. She noticed another guest sitting on a small stool without saying a word, and asked, "Chen Ying, why don't you say anything?"

They are only one year apart in age, and have always called each other by their first names since they were little.

When Chen Ying was called,

she spread her hands and said, "I haven't given birth yet, so it's not appropriate for me to join in on those conversations." That seemed to be the case. Chen Siting sighed, "It's better not to have given birth."

Chen Ying: "Who made you unhappy?"

Then she gestured with her mouth: "Your mother-in-law?"

Whenever there is a conflict after marriage, everyone's first reaction seems to be the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law issue.

But Chen Siting thought about it and shook her head: "They haven't quarreled yet."

That means the person who was not present. Chen Ying: "Your husband?"

Chen Siting: "He's not seriously ill."

The third possibility Chen Ying could think of was: "Are you short of money?"

Chen Siting: "If you mean 100 million,

then I'm quite short of it." Who doesn't need it? Chen Ying rolled her eyes: "This is it, that is it."

She realized that there was another person in the room: "Is Yuanyuan difficult to take care of?"

Chen Siting: "He eats well and sleeps well. He's quite honest."

With Chen Ying's life experience, the only answers she could think of were these, and now they were ruled out one by one.

She thought it might be because she had never given birth to a child, so she turned her head and said, "Sister, do you want to guess?"

Compared with the two of them, Chen Yun did have the capital to give advice, so she thought about it and asked, "Are you a little scared?"

That's right, she was scared.

It's strange to say, the delivery room was clearly the most heart-wrenching moment, and Chen Siting had never felt such pain in her life. However, she didn't realize how panicked she was until she saw her daughter lying beside her.

All the things she thought she had considered seemed so inconsiderate in the face of the new life. The child was changing every day, so much that she began to doubt whether she had the ability to support someone else's life.

There are so many threads involved, and it's even more confusing when I think about it from the beginning.

Chen Siting: "I don't think I can be a good mother."

Chen Yun: "What does it mean to be a good mother? You can look online. This is not encouraged now. The world has changed. If the mother is good, the child will be good. Your top priority is to take good care of your body and plan your future. Yuanyuan is only a few months old. No matter how much you think about it, your plans cannot keep up with the changes."

There are many such remarks on the Internet. But it seems more convincing when it comes from my cousin's mouth.

Chen Siting nodded: "I will go back to work after my maternity leave."

She took the opportunity to talk about which colleagues had visited her and mentioned the red envelopes given by the company.

Everyone expanded on these topics and chatted for a while. Chen Yun looked at the time and said, "It's almost time to go back. If it's any later, your mother-in-law will have to keep us for dinner."

Chen Siting: "Okay, then you guys go slowly. I won't see you off."

Even if she didn't see him off, the elders still had to.

After a round of polite words, Chen Ying let out a long sigh when she entered the elevator: "Oh my God, I'm so tired."

Chen Yun: "You've been hiding behind me and keeping silent. Why are you tired?"

Chen Ying: "I'm smiling. My mouth is stiff from smiling."

She said with a completely social smile. Chen Yun: "I'll call the police to arrest you if you keep smiling fake."

Chen Ying: "I'll be glad if they can arrest me. Going to jail is less miserable than going to work."

Chen Yun laughed out loud: "Who applied for the normal school in the first place?"

Chen Ying pinched her neck: "It was the naive me."

She defended herself: "You can't say it was all my idea. The scores were there. My parents have always said that it is best for girls to go to a normal school."

Chen Yun could recite this theory with her eyes closed.

She said on the bright side: "At least there are still winter and summer vacations."

Chen Ying couldn't smile at all when she thought about the upcoming school term, and she muttered to herself about those difficult parents of students.

Listening to it this way, it always feels like there are very few normal people.

Chen Yun: "Don't scare me, Xingxing will be in the first grade soon."

Chen Ying's ability to respond is very imaginative, and the next second she began to lament that time flies.

Chen Yun couldn't follow her train of thought and said, "I now feel that work has been very devastating to you. So I think you've gone crazy when you came back this time."

Crazy, that's right.

Chen Ying: "Sister, come and take a look at our class, that one..."

The two sisters drove home while talking all the way.

--At

15:47 in the afternoon, Song Fenglin looked at his phone again.

He opened the chat history with his wife and calculated how long it would take her to get home based on the last sentence "I have to go home". After calculating, he continued to pick vegetables.

Chen Xiyang, who was sitting opposite him, was peeling peanuts. Chen Xingyue and Chen Xinyang would rush to eat one after each one he peeled. After a long time, there was still no peanut in front of him. He could not help but say, "I can't eat anymore. People who don't know would think I'm slacking off."

After all, he was an uncle whom she only saw once or twice a year. Chen Xingyue didn't dare to act rashly. She withdrew her hand, moved her own small stool and sat down: "Then I'll come and help."

What a well-behaved girl! Chen Xiyang: "You have a good temper. You are not like your mother at all."

Chen Xingyue only heard it as a compliment. She squeezed the peanuts with both hands, squeezing them so hard that her facial features were almost deformed: "I'm still very good."

Now Chen Xinyang started to compare with his sister again, and the brother and sister rushed to do the work.

Song Fenglin turned a blind eye to this and just said, "Chen Yun has a very good temper, too."

But never mind, Chen Xiyang grew up in another province and had met this cousin only a few times when he was young, but he was deeply impressed.

He was about to open his mouth, but held it back because there were children present.

But Song Fenglin had obviously heard those stories many times, and said, "It's natural for children to fight. That doesn't mean she has a bad temper."

Chen Xiyang gestured with his hands: "Chen Xihong was so much older than her at that time, and he was beaten to a pulp by her."

Song Fenglin was calm: "Because she has a better physique."

After all, he is his cousin, and Chen Xiyang feels that he should still protect him. He said, "Chen Xihong's big physique can only mean that your wife is definitely a master. You should be careful too." As

soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yun's voice rang out: "Chen Xiyang, do you want to see where you are now?"

Chen Xiyang was not embarrassed at all for being caught on the spot, and said, "I just cut three pounds of beef. I have made a great contribution."

He also accused: "Old Song, I treat you as my own. You didn't even remind me that your wife was coming."

Song Fenglin remained calm: "You said she was my wife too."

In fact, he didn't really see Chen Yun walk into the yard just now, otherwise his expression would definitely not be hidden.

Chen Xiyang was speechless and remembered something: "In that case, let me interview the person involved. Why did you beat Chen Xihong so violently back then?"

Chen Yun thought to herself, I have fought thousands of battles since I was a child, how can I remember why, and touched my daughter's head: "I forgot."

Looking at this nonchalant expression, Chen Xiyang clicked his tongue: "Old Song, I still say the same thing, your wife is definitely a veteran."

Song Fenglin probably really wanted to piss him off to death, and said calmly.

Chen Xiyang could only criticize him as well: "He's dominated by his wife."

Song Fenglin seemed very satisfied with the title. He smiled to express his acceptance and got a stool for his wife: "Just you supervise."

Chen Xiyang slapped his thigh: "Wait, my wife will be here as soon as she gets off work."

It was as if he couldn't show his affection to anyone.

Sometimes, men's childishness is really indescribable.

Chen Yun looked at him with disdain, then thought Song Fenglin was perfect in every way and patted his shoulder in appreciation.

Song Fenglin was greatly encouraged and wished he had three heads and six arms so that he could complete the remaining preparations for the barbecue by himself.