Chapter 9

He was busy with the Jiuxin organization, and Chen Yun was also busy.

Today, barista Xiaoxiao was not feeling well and took leave, so she was the only one to take care of the job.

As the God of Wealth is particularly kind today, people come to check in wave after wave.

At first Chen Yun thought that her mother had burned the right incense stick. When she took a breath, she heard several customers discussing and realized that a male celebrity, Chen Zhiwen, had come to the store yesterday.

This person has just debuted, and his only representative work at the moment is probably his face.

She has delicate facial features and a small dimple at the corner of her mouth when she smiles.

When Chen Yun was a girl, she didn’t like this type of pretty boy, but now that she is probably a mother, she suddenly feels that this kind of harmless appearance is easy to make people love him.

Of course, she prefers others to promote her store.

Maybe it was a trivial matter to Chen Zhiwen, but she still liked every Weibo post out of gratitude.

Halfway through the order, a customer came in.

Chen Yun put her phone aside, and the lit screen was still playing a clip of Chen Zhiwen appearing on a variety show.

The guest was very surprised: "Sister, are you also a question mark?"

There was indeed a question mark above Chen Yun's head.

She only hesitated for half a second before she guessed that the little question mark was Chen Zhiwen’s fan club. She thought that the follow button she just clicked should also count, but she was not thick-skinned enough to say, "A passerby fan."

That was still a fan, and maybe he would become a die-hard fan in the future.

Customer: "Did you see him yesterday? Wasn't he super handsome?"

Chen Yun: "I wasn't on duty yesterday."

What a pity, the customer seemed to have missed out on it and said regretfully: "It's okay, we'll have a chance to meet next time."

Chen Yun thought the possibility was slim, after all, her place was not a tourist destination, but she still smiled: "I hope so."

Just as she finished speaking, the reminder sound "You have a new takeaway order, please process it in time" rang out.

The customer then remembered that he had not ordered yet and asked for an iced Americano.

Chen Yun gave her a 20% discount, made the coffee skillfully, and then turned on the projector in the store to play a variety show.

Chen Zhiwen was half a background board among the guests and he was not given many shots. His fans felt very distressed for him, as if he had suffered a great injustice and they gathered together to protest for him.

From this perspective, it looked like a meet-and-greet was held in the store without the celebrities present.

Some people even brought their friends along, and more customers came one after another.

Everyone has common hobbies, so strangers naturally share a table.

Fortunately, a booth more than three meters long was built at that time, which can accommodate more people to sit facing the wall at this time. At first glance, it looks like kindergarten children sitting in a row and sharing fruit.

Chen Yun thought it was quite interesting.

She has held several small private events since she opened the store, but today's event was the first time she had happened upon by accident. It was a unique experience and she was eager to try it.

That’s why she didn’t refuse when someone invited her to join the fan group.

The group is a small one, with less than a hundred people in total, and not many messages. Right now, everyone is posting photos of what they saw in the coffee shop today.

Some of the photos were taken from really good angles, even taking into account the flowers and plants in the corners.

That’s amazing! Chen Yun looked back.

Although she spent some time and money on the decoration, the result is actually similar to the community coffee shops that are very common in Ningjiang nowadays. The competitiveness is very scarce and the business is just average.

Now, after being helped by someone, she suddenly felt that the layout of the store had some charm. She rearranged the eight double tables neatly, clapped her hands in satisfaction, and went home.

Liu Yingxia heard the door open and came out of the children's room: "Yangyang has been waiting for you and just fell asleep."

This little brat is almost catching up with an owl.

Chen Yun: "It's good as long as he falls asleep."

Who said it wasn't true? My little grandson has a hard time sleeping.

Liu Yingxia: "Have you had dinner?"

Chen Yun raised her hand: "I bought pancakes."

It was late at night and they were eating at these roadside stalls again.

Liu Yingxia: "There's soup in the pot."

Chen Yun didn't like soup and wrinkled her nose: "Just leave it for your son."

Song Fenglin was not picky about food and could drink anything.

Liu Yingxia: "You have to drink them all. They have cordyceps added to them."

Chen Yun was skeptical about the effectiveness of these supplements. She took a bite of the pancake and said, "Mom, you might as well save the money to buy yourself two beautiful clothes."

Liu Yingxia twisted her waist and said, "Am I not beautiful enough?"

Chen Yun gave her a thumbs up and said, "Beautiful."

She transferred another three thousand yuan to her and said, "But we have money. It's okay for us to add icing on the cake."

Liu Yingxia accepted the money without any politeness and told her to go back home.

After finishing her midnight snack, Chen Yun lay on the sofa, playing with her phone and turning on the TV.

When Song Fenglin came home from get off work, he saw her sitting cross-legged and relaxing, so he picked a seat next to her and sat down without saying a word.

Chen Yun: "What's wrong?"

Song Fenglin showed her the scratches on the back of his hand: "Mr. Zhang and Mr. He had a fight."

Chen Yun sat up suddenly: "Are you okay?"

Song Fenglin is tall and strong, and can stand even in a level 10 typhoon.

He was just hit when he was trying to break up the fight, but was not seriously injured. He sighed and said, "It feels more tiring than working."

The nightmare of a husband-and-wife company often stems from the inability to separate public and private life.

Chen Yun massaged his shoulders: "Is this better?"

Song Fenglin leaned back in the space she had vacated, sinking into the soft sofa.

Chen Yun clapped her hands and said, "Oh, let's have a bowl of soup."

She said bowl, but what she brought out looked more like a basin.

Song Fenglin: "Is this a double dose?"

Chen Yun remained calm: "I think we are husband and wife, and we should share the hardship."

Song Fenglin pointed at the Cordyceps floating above: "This is an overdose of medicine."

It seemed so. Don't let anything bad happen to you later.

Chen Yun's expression was frowned: "Then I'll drink a little."

Song Fenglin: "That's not how you drink a little."

He was quite humorous today. Chen Yun stepped on him a little, then went to get a small bowl and sat down to watch TV.

Song Fenglin just noticed the screen: "What are you watching?"

Chen Yun: "Who's the Detective?"

Song Fenglin became interested: "Guess who the murderer is?"

Chen Yun: "No, look for treasure."

Treasure? That doesn't sound like her style.

Song Fenglin blew a mouthful of soup: "Does it look good?"

Chen Yun just treated this as background music and had no idea where it was going.

She said, "Well... there is a handsome guy."

Song Fenglin felt that he had a certain grasp of her aesthetic taste. He looked at her again and again and asked, "Which one?"

Chen Yun moved closer to the TV and pointed, "This one, Chen Zhiwen."

He was indeed handsome. Song Fenglin estimated, "Is this kid eighteen?"

He made it sound like he was in his seventies or eighties. Chen Yun said, "Just an adult."

Song Fenglin has a distant cousin who is two years younger than him, and his son is this old.

He said, "Is he an actor or a singer?"

Chen Yun used the words she had just mastered: "A beautiful flower that occupies both the art world and the public."

Hearing it in Chinese, Song Fenglin did not react to the words for a moment. He was stunned for

a moment: "Is there... any masterpiece?" Chen Yun spent the whole afternoon looking at the scraps of Chen Zhiwen's work, and a new image of him was added to her mind. She defended him very much: "Although he is still a nobody now, he will be very famous in the future."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Zhiwen hummed a few lines of a song.

Although Song Fenglin did not have much artistic attainments, he also felt that his level was not very high.

But it is normal to be more tolerant of children. After all, he has a distant cousin who married early and his child is this big now.

He said, "I wish him success."

If Chen Yun didn't know his character, she would have thought he was being sarcastic.

She broke a banana and asked, "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

Song Fenglin was originally going to go, but now he thought, "Forget it, I'll stay at home with you guys."

There was no point in staying at home on such a nice Saturday.

Chen Yun: "Let's take the kids out for a walk."

Song Fenglin nodded and took the empty bowls to the kitchen to wash.

Chen Yun took this opportunity to take a shower and lay in bed earlier than him.

Her sleeping quality is similar to her daughter's. She falls asleep almost as soon as she touches the pillow.

Song Fenglin didn't wake her up, but opened the bedside table to restock.

Even he was a little unsure how long it would take before he could use it, and sighed silently.

Chen Yun had no idea what was on the mind of the person beside her, and she had no dreams all night long.

She didn't wake up her children on Saturday. She made herself a cup of iced American coffee and leisurely ate breakfast on the balcony, then played a song by Chen Zhiwen.

This artistic expression is very recognizable, and Song Fenglin recognized it.

He was about to speak, but when he looked at himself in the reflection, he took a step back and stepped on his son's toy, with his hands on his waist, which he could not hold.

Chen Yun turned around: "Why don't you get some sleep instead of working?"

Song Fenglin rubbed his messy hair: "Not sleepy."

He has always slept little, and he was even more energetic a few years ago.

Chen Yun: "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

Song Fenglin: "I can make it myself."

He boiled two eggs and didn't even dare to drink the milk.

Chen Yun passed by the dining table: "Is that all you want to eat?"

Song Fenglin took a deep breath and retracted his belly that was pressing against the table: "Losing weight."

With his physique, Chen Yun was afraid that he would faint from hunger after eating only two eggs, so she said: "I'll give you some hot beef."

Song Fenglin: "It's okay, I'm not hungry."

Chen Yun opened the refrigerator: "Beef is very healthy."

She had already moved, and if she didn't say anything more, it would seem a bit ungrateful.

Song Fenglin: “Okay.”

Chen Yun took the pot of water and put it on the stove, saying, “Are you feeling unwell?”

Song Fenglin: “No.” “

Really? Chen Yun looked at him suspiciously: "Then why do you suddenly want to lose weight?"

When she said this, Song Fenglin remembered something: "You didn't seem to say that I was too fat."

In those non-close relationships, it was frequently mentioned.

Chen Yun: "You are tired from work, and not eating makes you even more tired mentally. You don't have time to exercise, so being fat is not a natural thing."

Even if she was concerned, saying it a few more times would seem to turn into disgust and make the anxiety worse.

Her answer is perfect. Even a tough guy will become a softie.

Song Fenglin always felt that there were some bumps in the road, as if he couldn't get through it.

But when he looked deeper, he had no idea. He pursed his lips helplessly and said, "Actually, I feel a little uncomfortable these past two days."

As he wished, Chen Yun turned back abruptly: "Where?"

The deceived concern was like honey pierced by a blunt knife.

Song Fenglin took a bite and only felt a slight sour taste.