Chapter 52 Chapter 52

The work at the health center is usually easy, and if there is no overtime, the get off work time is early.

After changing his clothes, Chen Zhaoyue walked out of the gate of the clinic. The slogans from the training ground in the distance were still rising and falling.

She stopped and listened for a while, thinking that Wen Yanxi might still be busy, so she didn't wait for him, went home to get some things, and went straight to Wen Qimin's house.

"Is the girl here?" As soon as I reached the gate of the courtyard, I heard Wen Qimin's loud voice.

The old man came out with a smile and opened the door for her personally: "I asked the kitchen staff to prepare a few delicious dishes in advance, just waiting for you!"

As soon as you enter the door, the rich aroma of food hits you.

The table was filled with golden and crispy sweet and sour pork, glossy and fragrant three fresh vegetables, colorful stir-fried three shredded vegetables, and a pot of steaming pork ribs soup with green chopped green onions floating on the surface.

"Commander Wen, this is too sumptuous, isn't it?" Chen Zhaoyue opened his eyes wide in surprise. The standard was even higher than last time.

"Didn't you and Yan Xi's marriage report get approved? And you got a job at the health center, so you should celebrate it properly?" Wen Qimin said happily.

"Thank you, Commander Wen." Shen Zhaoyue said gratefully.

The old man's kindness made her feel the warmth of home for the first time in this strange world.

"We're all family, why be so polite?" Wen Qimin waved his hand and suddenly said seriously, "But the marriage report has been approved. Don't call me commander anymore."

The corners of his eyes wrinkled with laughter: "Follow Yan Xi and call him uncle."

Chen Zhaoyue called out sweetly: "Uncle!"

This shout made Wen Qimin's heart blossom with joy, and he responded repeatedly: "Hey! Good! Good!"

The two of them went into the house and waited, while Chen Zhaoyue went to the kitchen to get the dishes and set the table.

"Girl, stop working." Wen Qimin pulled her back, his tone filled with the doting of an elder: "Just sit and wait for them. When those two guys come back, let them take care of everything."

"Okay." Shen Zhaoyue responded obediently and sat down at the dining table.

After a while, the door was pushed open and Wen Yanxi walked in alone. He had changed into clean casual clothes. The strands of hair on his forehead were still wet, obviously he had just taken a shower.

"Why are you the only one here?" Wen Qimin looked behind him, frowning slightly: "Where's that kid Wen Qing?"

Wen Yanxi said calmly, "If you don't follow the rules, you will have to practice more."

Wen Qimin nodded upon hearing this. Far from being angry, he showed an expression of approval: "It serves you right! You're already a platoon leader, yet you're still so unstable."

He waved towards the dining table: "Don't wait for him, let's eat first!"

Anyway, all the main characters are here, so we can leave some food for that kid. We don’t have to worry about him having nothing to eat when he comes back.

"Let's wait for him." Chen Zhaoyue suddenly spoke in a soft voice.

She blinked, a sly glint in her eyes.

Although Wen Qing is quite annoying, if I don’t wait for him to come back, won’t I miss seeing his wonderful expression when he finds out that the marriage application has been approved?

Wen Yanxi paused slightly when he sat down, and his deep gaze fell on Shen Zhaoyue's face, as if he could see through her thoughts.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly: "Then wait half an hour, he should be back."

The voice was low, with a hint of subtle indulgence.

Wen Qimin looked at this, then looked at that, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Okay! Then wait for that kid!"

The old man stroked his graying temples, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

It’s time for that brat Wen Qing to get some experience!

Chen Zhaoyue chuckled softly, the dimples on her cheeks faintly visible.

About half an hour later, Wen Qing pushed the door open, panting. His training uniform was already mostly soaked, and water was dripping from his hair.

When he looked up, he saw Wen Yanxi and Shen Zhaoyue sitting at the dining table, and his expression suddenly became even uglier.

"What are you doing standing there? Go take a shower and have dinner!" Wen Qimin frowned.

When Wen Qing came back after cleaning up, Wen Qimin cleared his throat and said, "Now that everyone is here, I have something to announce."

He looked at Wen Qing and said, "Your uncle's marriage application has been approved. From now on, you have to call me aunt."

"What?!" Wen Qing dropped his chopsticks onto the table with a thud, his eyes widening. "Approved so soon?"

How could Shen Zhaoyue, a young lady from a capitalist family, possibly pass the review?

And the process shouldn’t be going so fast!

Wen Qing turned to Shen Zhaoyue abruptly, and suddenly remembered what happened two days ago. His face was full of doubt: "Could it be that you went to the political commissar's house last time..."

"Wen Qing!" Wen Yanxi shouted coldly, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

Wen Qimin pounded the table heavily. "The political review process is going smoothly. Stop guessing."

The old man's eyes were wide open, and he wanted to whip Wen Qing twice.

Wen Qing pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, his cheeks puffed up.

He stared at Chen Zhaoyue intently. The marriage report was approved so quickly, it must have been requested by this capitalist lady!

"What?" Wen Yanxi's cold voice suddenly rang out: "Do you have any objections to the organization's decision?"

Wen Qing suddenly wilted, shrinking his neck and muttering softly: "No...no..."

"Then you should call me little aunt!" Wen Yanxi said with a cold face.

Wen Qing stared at the rice in the bowl and couldn't speak.

Chen Zhaoyue is one year younger than him, so why should he call her "little aunt"?

And she is a capitalist lady...

The atmosphere at the table froze instantly.

Wen Qimin coughed heavily and glared at his grandson with an urgent look.

Chen Zhaoyue remained calm. She slowly picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and put it into Wen Qing's bowl, saying softly, "Don't worry, just get used to it slowly."

This gentle tone made Wen Qing feel even more aggrieved. He raised his head suddenly, but his face wilted the moment he met Wen Yanxi's sharp gaze.

The sweet and sour pork in the bowl exuded an enticing aroma, but he felt something stuck in his throat.

"I... I'm full!" Wen Qing suddenly stood up, and the chair made a harsh sound when it scraped against the floor.

He fled from the restaurant and hid in his room.

Chen Zhaoyue looked at his hurried back, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

Wen Yanxi's hand quietly held hers under the table, and the warm touch made her heart tremble.

"Ignore him." Wen Yanxi whispered, "You'll have to admit it sooner or later."

Wen Qimin narrowed his eyes as he watched from the side, but he didn't say anything. He just picked up another piece of pork ribs for Chen Zhaoyue and said, "Girl, eat more."

There was a shrewd gleam in the old man's eyes, and he was obviously happy to see this good show.

He turned to Wen Yanxi and said, "Now that your marriage report has been approved, go get the certificate as soon as possible."

Wen Yanxi nodded and agreed: "I'll go next week when I'm on vacation."

Wen Qimin stroked his beard with satisfaction: "Alright! I'll ask the kitchen staff to make a few more delicious dishes, and we'll celebrate properly!"

"Call Wen Qing too!" Chen Zhaoyue smiled like a fox.

She must hear this call of "little aunt"!