Chapter 69 Sixty-Nine

The barbecue fire was lit, like a fuse that ignited some excitement.

Chen Xingyue was startled behind her father, as if she had never seen him before in her life.

Chen Xinyang hid even further away, and those who didn't know would think that the crime was being committed on his forehead.

Chen Yun felt a little "embarrassed" and did not comment on her children's behavior, but continued to entertain the guests.

They were called guests, but in fact they were all relatives of the same generation who had a good relationship and lived nearby.

I know Chen Yun very well, except Chen Xiyang’s wife Zhao Xiaoqing, whom I met for the first time today.

As the host, you must take care of every aspect.

Chen Yun didn't have to take care of the children anyway, so she focused on chatting with the "newcomer": "I remember you and Xiyang were college classmates?"

Zhao Xiaoqing's personality was obviously introverted. She pursed her lips delicately and hummed in a nasal tone.

But she felt it was too cold, so she quickly added: "We are from the same school but different majors. We met through club activities."

Chen Yun: "Then what did you study?"

Zhao Xiaoqing: "Accounting."

Chen Yun: "Then being an accountant in a factory is just right for my major."

The factory she mentioned was run by Chen Xiyang's parents. It's not big, but the efficiency is much better than working outside. Zhao Xiaoqing: "Yes, I'll go to get the tickets in the afternoon, otherwise I would have come here with Xiyang."

While talking about this, a handful of freshly baked beef skewers suddenly appeared in front of her.

Chen Xiyang's face was smoked red, leaving only a row of white teeth: "You eat, I cut the meat."

Zhao Xiaoqing scolded: "Sister is here too."

Girls are so beautiful, Chen Yun smiled: "I haven't heard him call me sister."

Chen Xiyang trembled just by imagining it: "I can't call you that."

He added: "These are not spicy. Fenglin said Chen Yun wanted spicy ones. Wait for the next batch."

So that's it, Zhao Xiaoqing took the beef skewer and took a bite, and waved with his other hand: "You go to work."

Chen Xiyang raised his feet and returned to his post. He and Song Fenglin were busy in front of the oven, making the effect of eighteen people.

Chen Yun said politely: "Xiyang has worked really hard today."

Zhao Xiaoqing: "It's not hard, it's not hard, it's what a man should do."

Chen Yun smiled: "You're right, men should work more."

After talking about this, Zhao Xiaoqing felt a little relaxed.

She said, "I think my brother-in-law is also very hardworking."

When someone compliments you, you have to respond.

Chen Yun: "Chen Xiyang is also very good at taking care of people. Look, his eyes are coming over here again."

Zhao Xiaoqing was a little embarrassed: "I'm from another place and I'm unfamiliar with the place. He's always afraid that I'll feel uncomfortable."

Chen Yun had heard a little about their affairs.

It is said that the young couple did not get the support of their parents at the beginning, and they struggled after graduation before getting married in the first month of this year.

She said, "It's far enough. Have you adapted to the place?"

Zhao Xiaoqing: "Everything else is fine, except that I don't understand the dialect, which is a bit troublesome."

Chen Yun: "It's really inconvenient. You'd better live in the village. Many elderly people can't speak Mandarin very well."

Who says it's not true? Zhao Xiaoqing sighed faintly.

But perhaps because this relationship gave her too much support, she soon became optimistic: "We just got married,

we'll get used to it in the future." Chen Yun of course said positively: "In our first year of marriage, Song Fenglin was also confused. Look at him now."

Zhao Xiaoqing: "Xiyang told me the other day that he and I are the only ones with the surname Chen who are outsiders."

The next second she realized that she had used the wrong words, exposing that she and her husband were discussing other people's affairs in private. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know where to look.

Thanks to Song Fenglin for delivering the meat, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Yun was holding the skewers when she remembered that she had children. She looked around without looking at anyone and asked, "Where are they?"

Song Fenglin: "In the living room, eating sausages, drinking Coke and watching TV."

It's a comfortable life.

But there were other children's kids here today, and Chen Yun didn't want to be the one to spoil the fun. She thought it was okay once or twice, and said, "Let's watch for a while. I'll go in later."

Song Fenglin nodded and said, "Mutton doesn't have much of a smell. Do you want to try it?"

Chen Yun: "Later. I'm not that hungry now."

She had just confiscated her son's half-eaten biscuits, and thought that they would become soggy if left opened, so she stuffed them all into her own stomach.

Song Fenglin is from the northwest. Lamb was once his main diet, but he and his wife just couldn't eat it together. Every time he got a chance, he wanted to recommend it, but if he failed, he could only leave with a little regret.

After the people left, Zhao Xiaoqing said, "Does your brother-in-law eat mutton in his hometown?"

Chen Yun: "Yes."

Then she realized something: "You guys do it too?"

Zhao Xiaoqing: "Boiled mutton, it's very fragrant without any seasoning." She

shook her head helplessly: "But Westerners don't eat it either."

Suddenly, Chen Yun wanted to ask a rude question: "Will you be unhappy if he doesn't eat it?"

Zhao Xiaoqing: "I wouldn't be angry, it's just..."

She felt that different eating habits were not a big problem, it's just that when sitting at the same table... She hesitated and continued: "When I'm eating alone, I feel a little homesick."

Homesick? Chen Yun looked up into the distance, as if that was the direction of Song Fenglin's home.

It’s embarrassing to say, maybe it’s because Song Fenglin has always had little contact with his parents, and he doesn’t have much friendship with his own relatives, so after ten years of marriage, Chen Yun thought he had regarded this place as his hometown.

But a real hometown should have the same eating habits, familiar dialect, and traces of life everywhere.

Many years ago, one of the reasons why Chen Yun wanted to marry Song Fenglin was that she didn't want to have family reunions and had to go to a strange place and live under the same roof with people who were not related to her by blood.

But now, the life she once lived in fear of seemed to be brought to Song Fenglin.

Did Song Fenglin ever panic?

Chen Yun couldn't help but think about it, but found that the existing evidence could not provide any answer. She blamed herself for her carelessness and her expression was extremely conflicted.

Zhao Xiaoqing didn't dare to ask her what she was thinking. She realized that she shouldn't interfere in other people's family affairs, so she quickly gave her husband a look that said "save me".

While flipping the skewers, Chen Xiyang caught her eye and came over casually, pretending to be delivering the skewers, but in fact he was mouthing the question "What's wrong?"

Zhao Xiaoqing mouthed: "I want to change places."

Chen Xiyang understood and deliberately said loudly: "The bathroom is under the stairs, I'll take you there."

Any reason was fine, Zhao Xiaoqing ran away, and the couple talked in detail in the stairwell.

After listening to this, Chen Xiyang didn’t think there was anything wrong and said, “You didn’t say anything wrong.”

Really? Zhao Xiaoqing: "But I think she doesn't look very well."

Chen Xiyang: "Is it your illusion? I look like I'm in a daze."

Is that so? Zhao Xiaoqing still prefers to trust her intuition, thinking divergently: "Did they have a fight about this?"

Chen Xiyang smiled: "I can't guarantee anything else, but this is definitely not the case. How could Song Fenglin quarrel with his wife."

Even though Zhao Xiaoqing had the courage to marry far away, it did not stop her from arguing with her husband over trivial matters, saying: "That's because they didn't tell you, so there would be quarrels."

Chen Xiyang: "Need I say more? Just look at Fenglin, the number one infatuated man, he won't say another word if his wife says one thing."

Zhao Xiaoqing rolled her eyes: "Unlike you, I say one thing and you say eight, and you have to refute."

Chen Xiyang actually wanted to refute this sentence, but he held it back and grinned: "I dare not, please continue."

What else could Zhao Xiaoqing say, she glanced at the sweat on his forehead: "Wash your face and wipe it."

Chen Xiyang said coquettishly: "Wipe it for me."

From this angle, you can see the children gathered in the living room.

Zhao Xiaoqing was still thin-skinned, so she just poked him lightly: "Don't be serious."

After all, they were in someone else's house, so Chen Xiyang was just teasing her and asked: "Are you full?"

There was still a bathroom behind them, so he had to ask this question.

Zhao Xiaoqing pulled him away: "Go out and tell it." The

young couple was making noises as they walked, causing others to say: "We know you are newly married, so there is no need to show off like this, right?"

Chen Xiyang and Song Fenglin were so good-natured that they put their arms around each other's shoulders and said: "The big brother who shows off his affection is here, I'm embarrassed to be ranked first."

This was a recognized ranking and the crowd could not refute it.

Song Fenglin himself was helpless: "I didn't do anything today."

Chen Xiyang: "You don't have to do anything special, just stand here."

To be honest, they are all of the same sex and have similar ideas. For a man to be able to do this, his sincerity is beyond doubt.

Song Fenglin lowered his head to look at where he was standing. He probably didn't quite understand what was meant, so he just regarded it as a joke and continued grilling skewers without paying any attention.