Chapter 86 What to do at Eighty-Six

After ten years of marriage, Chen Yun always thought that she knew Song Fenglin fairly well and never thought that one day she would hear from other people that she did not understand Song Fenglin.

Perhaps what shocked her even more was that Song Fenglin actually agreed to this statement.

You know, Song Fenglin always puts protecting his wife first, and he will correct others in a stern manner even if they are joking or teasing him.

When they were newly married, her parents would occasionally try to excuse their daughter by saying, "Don't say anything about her if I scold her," but Song Fenglin always stood firmly by her side.

He was such a person, yet he remained silent after hearing his childhood friend's words. That could only mean one thing - he really thought so.

These six words jumped back and forth over and over again, like the strike of a hammer.

Chen Yun felt depressed and her head was empty for some reason. She took a deep breath, set an alarm to wait for the dough to rise, and unfolded the folding stool against the wall.

The stool was low, and when she sat down, she felt a sense of weightlessness, or perhaps she was really dizzy. Her eyes didn't know what to look at, and slowly lost focus.

Shaking his head violently, Chen Yun came back to his senses and grasped a clue, perhaps finding out why Song Fenglin thought this way - he didn't have much self-will in front of his wife, and all his true thoughts were hidden behind obedience.

From small matters like food and clothing to big matters like buying a house and a car, everything in this family is basically based on Chen Yun's ideas.

Even though she would ask for the opinions of other family members every time, in the end she would just hear the same opinion coming from different people.

Are you all in sync? Of course not.

Chen Yun naturally knew how much favoritism she received in this family, and she said as if to comfort herself: "It should be like this." "

After saying this, she didn't feel confident enough, and was afraid that there were deeper reasons behind it. She couldn't help but act like an ostrich: If I had known, I would not have kneaded the dough and hung up the phone first.

But she had already kneaded it, so she didn't want to waste food. When the alarm rang, she stood up reflexively. Having something to do made her mood less chaotic.

He hits me here and there.

Before Chen Yun could figure out what was going on, Song Fenglin came to pick her up.

He came in and saw that there were many customers in the store, and he couldn't move around behind the bar. After making eye contact with his wife, he left and waited.

Even though he didn't say a word, Chen Yun understood.

She thought to herself, isn’t this considered tacit understanding? While rinsing the cups used by the guests.

Xiaoxiao finished the order at hand and said, "Sister, you can go off work now. I'll wash it later."

It was originally her job, but the boss usually shared some of the work when he was free.

Chen Yun wanted to delay for a while longer, and unconsciously moved his hands here and there, as if he was very uncomfortable with the things in his hands, but he didn't have a suitable reason.

She put the cup on the drain rack: "I'll go first, see you tomorrow~"

Xiaoxiao waved at her, thinking about her new American-style mix and match recipe in her mind.

At first glance, you can tell that he is traveling in space.

But Chen Yun can’t even figure out the person next to her now, let alone what her colleagues think.

She sighed inexplicably and pushed open the door heavily.

Song Fenglin was fighting with a mosquito. If you didn't know better, you would think that the mosquito had some deep hatred against him, so it slapped him without any mercy.

Chen Yun felt pain just watching: "Don't move, I'll spray mosquito repellent on you."

After having a child, she carried it with her in the summer.

Song Fenglin stood obediently, raised his arms as if he was going through security check, pursed his lips tightly and closed his eyes.

Chen Yun sprayed him from head to toe: "Next time, you should go inside and wait."

Song Fenglin: "I see there are no empty seats in the store."

Chen Yun: "It's better to stand inside than be bitten by mosquitoes."

Everyone was sitting, and Song Fenglin felt uneasy standing there.

He particularly didn't want people's eyes to fall on him, and was afraid of showing the slightest difference in the crowd, so he said "forget it" without even thinking.

But Chen Yun spoke before him: "Forget it, you would definitely prefer to be bitten."

Song Fenglin nodded several times to show his agreement and asked: "What are we going to eat tonight?"

Chen Yun asked back: "What do you want to eat?"

Song Fenglin didn't care whether he wanted it or not: "I'm fine with anything, you decide."

Chen Yun insisted: "No, you must tell me one today."

Her expression was serious, and Song Fenglin didn't dare to be perfunctory, guessing her habits: "Hot pot?"

Chen Yun knew as soon as she heard it that she was going to eat according to her own preferences, and poked his arm: "Choose what you want to eat, not me."

Why did she have to choose for herself?

Song Fenglin thought that maybe something was stressing her out again, so he became more cautious and gave an answer according to his usual dietary preferences: "Then let's have mutton hotpot."

According to his strict selection of Northwestern tastes, the couple had a mutton hotpot restaurant they often went to. It was located downstairs in a residential area. The light on the sign at the door could be seen from a distance, and when you walked in, the heat from the charcoal fire almost covered up the cooling effect of the large-capacity air conditioner.

Chen Yun was sweating slightly as he walked along, and as soon as he entered the door, he looked like he was covered with three pounds of oil.

She waved her hands as a fan and ordered a bottle of Coke to cool off before ordering any food.

Seeing this, Song Fenglin said, "Why don't we go to another restaurant?"

Chen Yun took a sip of ice cola and relaxed from the inside out, "Why?"

Song Fenglin, "I see you're sweating."

Chen Yun, "That won't affect our eating mutton hotpot."

Song Fenglin looked at her expression again and again, and he needed to confirm again and again that he had not made her feel embarrassed in the slightest before he could feel relieved.

Perhaps because she observed him too carefully, Chen Yun seemed to be able to see those subtle changes in his emotions.

She wondered if he felt so much pressure in front of her. The phrase "it's like serving Cixi" seems to have become a reality at this moment.

It makes people feel upset and sad.

Chen Yun couldn't describe the feeling. She only knew that his behavior was not making her happy at all, but she also knew that he just wanted to make her happy. She was torn between her conscience and her desires in her mind.

Song Fenglin was completely unaware and was ordering food on his phone.

He hadn't eaten mutton hotpot for a while, and temporarily forgot the fact that he was on a diet, and started poking his fingers around.

This enthusiasm is comparable to my daughter going to KFC.

Chen Yun wanted to say something but stopped herself, and finally just bit the straw and said nothing.

Seeing that she didn't move, Song Fenglin hesitated a little: "Do you want to eat something else? We can go to another restaurant."

Chen Yun: "Let's eat this."

Her tone didn't sound good. Song Fenglin: "You don't have to accommodate me, I can eat anything."

Chen Yun felt that it was not an accommodation at all, and had a headache: "I want to say this too."

She seemed to be enduring something. Song Fenglin became more and more at a loss. He thought to himself that he knew she didn't like this kind of flattery, so why couldn't he help it? His head slowly drooped.

Chen Yun didn't want to talk about it in detail in public, so she could only say, "I don't have anything special to eat today. Anything is fine. Just have some. You know what I like to eat anyway."

With every word she said, Song Fenglin couldn't help but guess in his heart what emotion she was feeling.

Unfortunately, his analytical ability was limited, and he couldn't come to any conclusion no matter how much he thought about it. He became unconsciously nervous, as if he was attending a job interview.

Chen Yun couldn't bear it, so she kicked him under the table and tried to find a topic: "Did Xiao Zhang go to the airport?"

Song Fenglin: "Yes, we took the subway together."

Chen Yun: "He came and went in a hurry. I can only treat him to dinner next time I have a chance."

Song Fenglin: "It's okay, we don't care about these things."

Good friends in the world may all have the mentality of being one's own family.

He doesn't care, but Zhang Zhensheng is willing to get an attitude from these attentions.

Even though Chen Yun had only met Zhang Zhensheng three times in these years, she was able to keenly sense his uneasiness.

If she thought about it carefully, she could understand it. The highest standard of reception was given every time they met, which was like a silent contest.

It's strange to say, Song Fenglin is sensitive about everything except this, and he is totally unaware of it, as if every son doesn't notice the conflict between the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law.

This metaphor made Chen Yun herself laugh.

She laughed out loud, and Song Fenglin breathed a sigh of relief and put the boiled meat into her bowl.

Chen Yun just noticed the dish was served, took a big bite with sesame sauce, and suddenly put down her chopsticks: "I failed to lose weight today."

Song Fenglin thought that the food was not to his liking, and his heart that was falling was lifted up again: "I'll lose weight another day."

She talked about this all year round, and she never missed eating or drinking.

Chen Yun indeed just yelled a few words, and her chopsticks moved without slowing down at all. At the same time, her brain was working fast. She held back the words she wanted to say and thought about what to do with Song Fenglin.