Chapter 190 Uncle and Nephew Battle

Wen Qing stood up and shook the water droplets off his hands. "Uncle, I came to bring some red dates and walnuts to Auntie. Since you haven't come back yet, I'll help wash the vegetables."

Wen Yanxi took off his military jacket and hung it up, then walked over and took the dishes from Wen Qing's hand naturally: "The meeting was extended, so I came back a little late. I can take care of the rest."

Wen Qing dried his hands and looked at his watch. "Since you're back, uncle, I'll go now while it's still light and the road is easy to walk on."

After seeing Wen Qing off, Wen Yanxi washed the vegetables in silence, and the atmosphere was subtly stagnant.

Chen Zhaoyue walked over, hugged his waist from behind, and put her face on his broad back: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Wen Yanxi stopped, sighed, turned around and hugged her in his arms: "No. It's just that when I came back, I saw another man in my kitchen, talking and laughing with my wife, and I couldn't get used to it for a while."

Chen Zhaoyue chuckled: "Are you jealous? Wen Qing is your nephew."

"My nephew is also a man." Wen Yanxi looked down at her, his fingers gently stroking her visibly rounded cheeks, "And he was once engaged to you."

"Oh, why are you bringing this up again?" Chen Zhaoyue pinched his waist. "They just sent me some tonic out of kindness. Seeing that I was having trouble washing the vegetables, they offered to help. Look at you, you're so stingy."

Wen Yanxi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Where are the red dates and walnuts he brought?"

"It's on the table, what's going on?"

Wen Yanxi walked over, opened the paper package, took a look, and nodded: "The quality is good. I will buy some better ones tomorrow."

Chen Zhaoyue finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "Wen Yanxi, you really are going backwards as you grow older! You even want to compete with each other on this?"

Wen Yanxi didn't smile, but looked at her seriously: "Yueyue, I'm so much older than you, and I'm always worried that I can't take good care of you. Now that you're pregnant with two more, I can't let you suffer any grievances. You must have what others have; and I must also find a way to give you what others don't have."

Chen Zhaoyue's heart suddenly softened.

Chen Zhaoyue approached him, took his hand and placed it on her bulging belly: "Silly boy, what have I wronged? Marrying you is the happiest thing in my life. What's the age difference? I like older men. They are steady, reliable, and caring."

Wen Yanxi finally smiled and lowered his head to rest his forehead against hers: "When I came back just now, I saw you and Wen Qing talking so happily, and I suddenly felt scared."

Chen Zhaoyue: “What are you afraid of?”

Wen Yanxi: "I'm afraid you'll suddenly realize that men of similar age are better and that we have more things in common."

Chen Zhaoyue pretended to think: "Well, so Wen Qing is indeed young and promising, and he is not married yet——"

Before she could finish her words, Wen Yanxi kissed her. This kiss was full of possessiveness, and he didn't let go until she was out of breath.

"Don't let any men in alone from now on, not even relatives." Wen Yanxi pressed his hand against her forehead and whispered the order.

"I know, you're such a jealous person." Chen Zhaoyue smiled and pinched his face. "Then will you come home on time to cook?"

"It's a deal." Wen Yanxi kissed her again, "Now, I'll go wash the dishes that Wen Qing touched."

"Wen Yanxi!"

Amidst the laughter, smoke rose from the courtyard.

The bag of red dates and walnuts that caused jealousy was eventually "stingy"ly put away by Wen Yanxi in the deepest part of the cabinet, and replaced with bigger, redder red dates and fuller walnuts that he bought the next day.

Of course, this is a later story.

The next morning, Chen Zhaoyue had forgotten about the red dates and walnuts that Wen Qing had sent her last night.

Since she didn't see it on the table, she guessed that Wen Yanxi had put it away, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Throughout her pregnancy, Chen Zhaoyue had no strong desire for sweets and only loved sour foods.

In order to satisfy her appetite during pregnancy, Wen Yanxi tried every possible way.

He asked for a lot of pickled cabbage and spicy and sour radishes from Yue Xiulan's sister-in-law. In exchange, Wen Yanxi gave the walnuts that Wen Qing brought to Yue Xiulan's sister-in-law.

But Chen Zhaoyue couldn't eat sauerkraut and spicy and sour radish every day, so Wen Yanxi exchanged a lot of dried plums for Chen Zhaoyue from his comrades in the south as snacks.

That morning, the sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains and danced on Shen Zhaoyue's face.

Chen Zhaoyue frowned slightly. Before she was fully awake, her taste buds were suddenly tempted by a sour taste - it was a strong smell mixed with the aroma of aged vinegar and chili peppers, which domineeringly drifted into the bedroom from outside.

"Uncle?" Chen Zhaoyue put on his cotton coat and called out tentatively, his voice still filled with sleepiness.

Wen Yanxi came in, holding a large bowl in his hand. In it was the hot and sour noodles he had just made, sprinkled with a layer of tender green chopped green onions, which was the source of the overbearing and tempting hot and sour taste.

"You said yesterday you wanted to eat something sour. I thought I couldn't always eat pickled cabbage and pickled radish, so I asked my married comrades if there were any new dishes you hadn't tried. A comrade from Sichuan and Chongqing recommended their hot and sour noodles to me."

"But we don't have the sweet potato noodles he mentioned, so I used noodles instead." Wen Yanxi sat on the edge of the bed and picked up a few noodles with chopsticks and fed them to her mouth, "Try it."

Chen Zhaoyue took a bite of his hand and immediately squinted her eyes because of the sour taste of the aged vinegar.

It was not just sour, but also a bit spicy mixed in, stimulating her taste buds.

The corners of Chen Zhaoyue's mouth lifted unconsciously: "Delicious! This is the taste."

It would be even better if the hand-rolled noodles could be replaced with sweet potato noodles or rice noodles!

"Eat slowly," Wen Yanxi said, looking at her satisfied face, his eyes full of tenderness. "The maternity health handbook says pregnant women can eat whatever they like. But I think that although the food you like is good, you can't eat too much."

Chen Zhaoyue swallowed the hot and sour noodles in her mouth and said with a smile: "Now you keep talking about the pregnancy manual. This is really raising a baby according to the manual."

"Don't we have to follow the instructions? This is my first time being a father, I don't have much experience, and I'm worried I won't be able to take good care of you three." Wen Yanxi gently stroked her visibly bulging belly. "How are you feeling today?"

"It's pretty good, but my legs were a little sore at night." Chen Zhaoyue said, taking the bowl from Wen Yanxi's hand and eating in small bites.

She then went to exchange some vermicelli with Sister Xiulan, and asked Wen Yanxi to make her a proper hot and sour vermicelli.

Although there was instant hot and sour noodles in the space and Johnny would make it for her, she just wanted to eat the one made by Wen Yanxi.

Wen Yanxi immediately became nervous: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Starting tonight, I have to massage you every day without interruption."