Chapter 69 Sixty-nine BBQ

The barbecue fire was lit, like a fuse that ignited some kind of excitement.

Chen Xingyue was startled behind her father, as if she had never seen him before in her life.

Chen Xinyang hid further away, and those who didn't know would think that the crime was committed on his forehead.

Chen Yun felt a little "embarrassed" and did not comment on her children's behavior, but continued to entertain the guests.

They were called guests, but in fact they were all relatives of the same generation who had a good relationship and lived nearby.

I am familiar with everyone in Chen Yun, except Chen Xiyang’s wife Zhao Xiaoqing, whom I met for the first time today.

As the host, you must take care of every aspect.

Chen Yun didn't have to take care of the children anyway, so she focused on chatting with the "newcomer": "I remember you and Xiyang were college classmates?"

It can be seen that Zhao Xiaoqing's personality is rather introverted. She pursed her lips delicately and hummed with a nasal sound.

But I felt that was too cold, so I quickly added: "We are from the same school but different majors. We met through club activities."

Chen Yun: "So what did you study?"

Zhao Xiaoqing: "Accounting."

Chen Yun: "Then my job as an accountant in the factory is just right for my major."

The factory she was talking about was run by Chen Xiyang's parents. It wasn't large, but the efficiency was much better than working outside. Zhao Xiaoqing: "Yes, I will go to get the tickets this afternoon, otherwise I will come here with Xiyang."

As they were chatting, a handful of freshly-baked beef skewers suddenly appeared in front of her.

Chen Xiyang's face was red from the smoke, leaving only a row of white teeth: "You eat, I cut the meat."

Zhao Xiaoqing scolded: "My sister is here too."

Girls are so beautiful. Chen Yun smiled: "I have never heard him call me sister."

Chen Xiyang shuddered just imagining it: "I can't scream."

He added: "These are not spicy. Feng Lin said Chen Yun wanted spicy ones. Wait for the next batch."

So, Zhao Xiaoqing took the beef skewer and took a bite, then waved his other hand: "Go back to work."

Chen Xiyang raised his foot and returned to his post. He and Song Fenglin worked in front of the oven, creating the effect of eighteen people.

Chen Yun said politely: "Xiyang has worked really hard today."

Zhao Xiaoqing: "It's not hard, it's not hard, it's what a man should do."

Chen Yun smiled: "You're right, men should do more work."

After talking about this, Zhao Xiaoqing felt a little relaxed.

She said, "I think my brother-in-law is also very hardworking."

When someone compliments you, you have to respond.

Chen Yun: "Chen Xiyang is also very good at taking care of people. Look, his eyes are drifting over here again."

Zhao Xiaoqing was a little embarrassed: "I am from another place, I am unfamiliar with the place, he was always worried that I would feel uncomfortable."

Chen Yun had heard a little about their affairs.

It is said that the young couple did not get the support of their parents at the beginning, and they struggled after graduation before getting married in the first month of this year.

She said, "It's far enough. Are you still used to it here?"

Zhao Xiaoqing: "Everything else is fine, but I don't understand the dialect, which is a bit troublesome."

Chen Yun: "It's really inconvenient. You should live in the village. Many elderly people can't speak Mandarin very well."

Who says it isn’t? Zhao Xiaoqing sighed faintly.

But perhaps because this relationship gave her so much support, she quickly became optimistic: "We just got married, we'll get used to it in the future."

Of course Chen Yun said it in a positive way: "In the first year of our marriage, Song Fenglin was also confused. Look at him now."

Zhao Xiaoqing: "Xiyang told me the other day that he and I are the only ones with the surname Chen who are foreign daughters-in-law."

The next second she realized that she had used the wrong words, exposing that she and her husband were discussing other people's affairs in private. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know where to look.

Thanks to Song Fenglin for delivering the meat, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Yun was holding the skewers when she remembered that she had children. She looked around without looking at anyone and asked, "Where are they?"

Song Fenglin: "Eating sausages, drinking Coke and watching TV in the living room."

These days are quite comfortable.

But there were other kids there today, and Chen Yun didn’t want to be a spoiler, so she thought it was okay once or twice, and said, “Just watch for a while, I’ll go in and lock it up later.”

Song Fenglin nodded: "Mutton doesn't have much smell. Do you want to try it?"

Chen Yun: "Wait a minute, I'm not that hungry now."

She had just confiscated her son's half-eaten biscuits, thinking that they would become soggy if left opened, so she stuffed them all into her own stomach.

Song Fenglin is from the northwest. Lamb was once his main diet, but he and his wife just couldn't eat it together. Every time he got a chance, he wanted to recommend it, but if he failed, he could only leave with a little regret.

After the people left, Zhao Xiaoqing asked, "Does my brother-in-law's hometown also eat mutton?"

Chen Yun: “Yes.”

Then he realized something: "You guys too?"

Zhao Xiaoqing: "Boiled mutton is very fragrant without any seasoning."

He shook his head helplessly again: "But I don't eat Western food either."

Suddenly, Chen Yun wanted to ask a rude question: "Will you be unhappy if he doesn't eat?"

Zhao Xiaoqing: "I'm not that angry, it's just..."

She felt that different eating habits were not a big problem, but when they sat at the same table... She hesitated and continued, "When I eat alone, I feel a little homesick."

homesick? Chen Yun looked up into the distance, as if that was the direction of Song Fenglin's home.

It’s embarrassing to say, maybe it’s because Song Fenglin has always had little contact with his parents, and he doesn’t have much friendship with his own relatives, so after ten years of marriage, Chen Yun thought he had regarded this place as his hometown.

But a real hometown should have the same eating habits, familiar dialect, and traces of life everywhere.

Many years ago, one of the reasons why Chen Yun wanted to marry Song Fenglin was that she didn't want to have family reunions and had to go to a strange place and live under the same roof with people who were not related to her by blood.

But now, the life she once lived in fear of seemed to be brought to Song Fenglin.

Did Song Fenglin ever panic?

Chen Yun couldn't help but think about it, but found that the existing evidence could not provide any answer. She blamed herself for her carelessness and her expression was extremely conflicted.

Zhao Xiaoqing didn't dare to ask her what she was thinking. She realized that she shouldn't interfere in other people's family affairs, so she quickly gave her husband a look that said "save me".

While flipping the skewers, Chen Xiyang caught her eye and came over casually, pretending to be delivering the skewers, but in fact he was mouthing the question "What's wrong?"

Zhao Xiaoqing mouthed: "I want to change places."

Chen Xiyang understood and deliberately said loudly: "The bathroom is under the stairs. I'll take you there."

No matter what the reason was, Zhao Xiaoqing ran away quickly, and the couple talked in detail in the stairwell.

Chen Xiyang didn't think there was anything wrong with it and said, "You didn't say anything wrong."

Really? Zhao Xiaoqing: "But I think she doesn't look very well."

Chen Xiyang: "It's your illusion, right? It looks like I'm in a daze."

Yeah? Zhao Xiaoqing still preferred to trust her intuition and thought: "Did they have a fight over this?"

Chen Xiyang smiled: "I can't guarantee anything else, but this is definitely not the case. How could Song Fenglin quarrel with his wife?"

Even though Zhao Xiaoqing had the courage to marry far away, it did not stop her from arguing with her husband over trivial matters. She said, "That's because they didn't tell you. Of course we would quarrel."

Chen Xiyang: "Need I say more? Just look at Feng Lin, he is the most infatuated man, he won't say two things to his wife."

Zhao Xiaoqing rolled her eyes: "Unlike you, you keep talking about my story and insist on refuting me."

Chen Xiyang actually wanted to refute this, but he held it back and said with a playful smile: "No, no, go on."

Zhao Xiaoqing was still unable to say anything else, but when she saw the sweat on his forehead, she said, "Wash your face."

Chen Xiyang said coquettishly: "Wipe it for me."

From this angle, you can see the children gathered together in the living room.

Zhao Xiaoqing was still thin-skinned, so she just poked him lightly: "Don't be serious."

After all, they were in someone else's house, so Chen Xiyang just teased her and asked, "Are you full?"

There is a bathroom behind me, so I have to ask this question.

Zhao Xiaoqing dragged him away: "Go out and tell it."

The couple was walking and making noises, causing others to say, "We know you're newlyweds, so you don't have to show off like that, right?"

Chen Xiyang and his brother put their hands on Song Fenglin's shoulders: "The big brother who shows affection is here, I am embarrassed to be ranked first."

This is a recognized ranking that the public cannot refute.

Song Fenglin himself was helpless: "I didn't do anything today."

Chen Xiyang: "You don't have to do anything special, just stand here."

To be honest, we are all of the same sex and have similar ideas. For a man to be able to do this, his sincerity is beyond doubt.

Song Fenglin lowered his head to look at where he was standing. He probably didn't quite understand what was meant, so he just regarded it as a joke and continued to grill the skewers without paying any attention.