Chapter 9 The Evil Wife in Period Literature 8

Today is Friday, and the state-owned hotel happens to have fish and flour supplies.

It was not yet time for dinner and the waiter in the restaurant was chatting with the chef when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a man and a woman coming in from the corner of his eye.

"Hey, Master, Captain Cheng is here. I'll go out and take a look first." Aunt Fang put the melon seeds in her pocket, patted her clothes and stood in front of the window.

Cheng Jianfeng took his subject to find a table near the corner and swept the dust off the stool before letting Lin Xiang sit down.

Lin Xiang smiled as she watched him walk to the window and say something. Then a plump auntie came over from the kitchen and brought over a steaming stew pot.

Aunt Fang looked at the young girls sitting there and sighed in her heart. She didn't expect that Captain Cheng also had a partner. She wondered how many young girls would be disappointed now.

Cheng Jianfeng removed the lid with a wet rag, and the delicious aroma of chicken soup instantly spread.

"Girl, you are so lucky. Captain Cheng specially asked the chef to make this for him early in the morning with a local chicken." Aunt Fang looked at the awkward Captain Cheng and said with a smile. It was obvious that Captain Cheng was going on a blind date for the first time, so if he wanted to win the girl's favor, he would have to express his feelings for her.

Lin Xiang smiled and raised her eyes: "Sorry to trouble Auntie and Master."

"What's the trouble? Captain Cheng also ordered noodles and stir-fried vegetables. I'll go see if the chef has finished making them." Aunt Fang smiled and went to the kitchen.

After five or six hours of slow cooking, the chicken in the pot has become soft and boneless. Served with floating wolfberries, it is both beautiful and delicious.

Cheng Jianfeng picked up a white porcelain bowl, scooped up a chicken leg and placed it in the bowl, then filled it with fragrant chicken soup. He carefully placed the bowl in front of Lin Xiang and warned her carefully: "Be careful not to burn it."

Looking at the smiling face of the girl opposite him, he suddenly felt a surge of courage. "Comrade Lin," he asked nervously, "are we now considered to be dating with the purpose of getting married?"

Lin Xiang pretended to be thinking mischievously and was about to say something when she was suddenly interrupted by Aunt Fang's voice from the window.

"Vegetarian noodles are ready, stir-fry is ready."

Like a prisoner waiting for his verdict, Cheng Jianfeng heaved a sigh of relief, yet was anxious to know the result. He suppressed his emotions and walked out to get the food.

Judging from this, he has a good figure, Lin Xiang thought, holding her chin.

"Don't be in a daze, eat quickly." He helplessly reminded the girl in front of him, put the noodles and dishes away, and said, "Well, the question I just asked..."

Lin Xiang poured the soup into the noodles and stirred them, laughing softly: "Comrade Cheng, this is only our second meeting. You said it's too early to get married, but I agree to date you."

Cheng Jianfeng felt a chill in his heart at first, then he was overwhelmed with joy, and the corners of his mouth curled up wildly: "Comrade Lin, I'm so glad that you gave me this opportunity." As he spoke, he frantically put meat into the target's bowl.

Lin Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The night breeze brings warmth and feels very comfortable.

Cheng Jianfeng was walking in the alley carrying a lunch box of leftover chicken soup, looking at the girl one meter away from him. He still felt like he was in a dream about his new identity.

"Comrade Lin, can I call you Xiangxiang?"

Looking at the clear eyes the girl cast at him, he swallowed and said, "As a person, isn't it too strange for me to call you Comrade Lin?"

Lin Xiang tilted her head: "Then how should I address Comrade Cheng? Brother Cheng?"

"Sure." Cheng Jianfeng pretended to be calm while his heart was beating wildly.

Looking at the nearby Lin family, he secretly complained that the journey was too short. It felt like he arrived before he could even say a few words to the person he was with.

Handing the lunch box over, his tone was filled with reluctance: "Lin...Xiangxiang, I am very happy to be with you today. You should go back and rest early. See you tomorrow."

Lin Xiang took the lunch box obediently and stood there watching the figure with the same hands and feet gradually go away.

Lin Dajun hid at the door and saw this scene. He was so jealous that he was grumbling all over.

Before he could react, the door was pushed open and almost hit him on the head.

Seeing his daughter's surprised expression, Lin Dajun said with a wry smile, "Nannan, you're back. Daddy was just about to pick you up at the alley entrance."

Fang Yan walked over from the yard and took the lunch box from her daughter: "Nannan, did you have fun out today? How do you feel about Captain Cheng?"

"Ignore your dad, he's just jealous."

Hearing his wife's words, Lin Dajun retorted like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "Who... who is jealous? What's the matter? Our juicy cabbages are being eaten by pigs, and I, a vegetable grower, am not allowed to be angry?"

Fang Yan rolled her eyes at the old man: "Don't listen to your father's nonsense. Men should get married when they are old enough, and women should get married when they are old enough. This is the natural law. How do you feel today?"

Lin Xiang looked at the bickering old couple and smiled: "Today we went to the movies and drank chicken soup. It was pretty good."

She leaned into Fang Yan's arms and said coquettishly, "Mom, I'm too tired today. I'm going to rest. There's leftover chicken soup in the lunch box. He insisted that I bring it back. I can heat it up and eat it tomorrow."

Having said that, she quickly ran away, avoiding her parents' subsequent barrage of questions.

Lying in bed at night, Lin Dajun still felt restless and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He thought about it again and again, half stood up and pushed Fang Yan beside him: "Wife, wife..."

Fang Yan was furious. She opened the cup and asked angrily, "What's the matter? Are you trying to be a thief by not sleeping at night?"

Lin Dajun felt a little disappointed at first, but then he became confident and said, "I think Cheng Jianfeng is unreliable and not suitable for our daughter."

Hearing this, Fang Yan lost all sleepiness. She looked at the old man who had been tossing and turning until midnight and said helplessly, "What's wrong? Why is it not suitable?"

Lin Dajun argued: "First, he is much older than my daughter, too old. Second, although his career is stable, it is too dangerous. Third, third..."

Looking at his daughter-in-law's eyes, he gradually couldn't continue.

Fang Yan sighed: "Lao Lin, we are already old. Although we can support our daughter now, when we are gone, can you bear to see her alone and helpless?"

She stroked her husband's rough hand and said, "At present, Xiao Cheng is the most suitable candidate. He is not the eldest son, and his parents are not in Beijing, so our daughter does not need to take care of his parents-in-law. As the saying goes, older people are more caring, and he is only four years older. Moreover, his unit is nearby, so it is convenient for our daughter to come back when he is busy with work."

"But my heart is like soaked in sour water." Lin Dajun's eyes gradually filled with tears. "When I think about my little girl getting married, I feel sad. I don't like anything about that boy named Cheng."

"I regret letting Nannan marry into the Zhang family last time. I made Nannan suffer so much."

Fang Yan looked at the old man with cow urine in his eyes and said helplessly: "Wipe it off quickly, you are still so fond of crying."

"You have to think like this, the daughter of a noble family has to get married sooner or later. If she gets bullied during the day, you can beat up your son-in-law at night and teach him a lesson."

Upon hearing this, Lin Dajun immediately perked up and wiped a handful of cow urine: "You are right, I have to take good care of myself, otherwise I won't be able to beat that kid named Cheng tomorrow."

Looking at her husband who was causing trouble all the time, Fang Yan sighed helplessly and fell asleep amidst her snoring.