Chapter 238 Reunion
Song Xingzhi's smile grew even brighter: "Grandma, I'm completely under Chunxue's thumb."
Yao Qingling immediately rolled her eyes at him: "You're spineless!"
Lan Chunxiao chuckled from the side: "When it comes to being controlled by one's wife, there aren't many people in our Song family who are truly capable."
Everyone burst into laughter.
After all, everyone knows that all the men in the Song family are afraid of their wives.
Even Song Ci couldn't help but laugh and say, "In our lineage, it has always been the lady who makes the decisions."
Song Yanzhe muttered to himself, "I must find a super gentle wife in the future, and I must let everyone know that not every man in the Song family is afraid of his wife!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao, who was listening nearby, immediately rolled her eyes: "Seriously! Even if you prove you're not afraid of your wife, so what?"
She shrugged and said, "Are you going to beat your wife or something?"
Song Yanzhe immediately retorted, "How could I possibly hit my wife!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao's eyes darted around: "What if your wife hits you?"
Song Yanzhe choked: "Then... I can't hit her either..."
He quickly added, "That's why I said I want to find a super gentle wife!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao immediately clicked her tongue: "With the way you are, I think... well, you'll be afraid of your wife in the future!"
Song Yanzhe immediately panicked: "Why would I be afraid..."
Song Xingyun raised his hand and slapped him: "You brat, do you know that being afraid of your wife is actually just loving her?"
He looked at him with disgust: "Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you!"
Song Yanzhe scratched the back of his head and muttered, "Can love and fear be equated?"
As he was muttering to himself, Song Xingzhi suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice: "You'll understand when you get married in the future—it's not fear, it's being willing to give way to her."
Song Xingyun listened and couldn't help but nod: "That makes sense."
He smacked his son again: "You always say you're all grown up! How are you grown up at all?"
Song Yanzhe felt underestimated, and the father and son laughed and joked around.
The family was having a lively time, and during that time they discovered that Song Yanshen could speak, which surprised everyone for quite a while.
Around noon, Song Yadong and his two sons returned, and the atmosphere became lively once again.
Although Yao Qingling and her family made dumplings at home, lunch wasn't just dumplings; there were also various hot dishes and cold dishes spread out on the table.
The braised pork stewed by Yao Qingling was fragrant and delicious. Lan Chunxiao picked up a piece with her chopsticks and put it in Zhong Xiaoxiao's bowl: "Try it, this is your great-grandmother's specialty."
Zhong Xiaoxiao sweetly replied, "Thank you, Grandma! Thank you, Great-Grandma!"
He picked up the braised pork and took a small bite, his eyes immediately widening in delight. "Wow, it smells amazing! Soft, sweet, and melts in your mouth. It's even better than what restaurant chefs make!"
Lan Chunxiao smiled from ear to ear: "You little rascal, your mouth is as sweet as honey."
Yao Qingling smiled and said, "Eat more if you like it. Grandma will make it for you often in the future."
Zhong Xiaoxiao's cheeks flushed slightly: "Then I won't be polite! This braised pork is so good, I could eat three big bowls of rice!"
Lan Chunxiao also put a piece on Zhou Mingli's plate: "Mingli, you should try some too. Your great-grandmother stewed this braised pork for more than two hours."
Zhou Mingli smiled shyly: "Thank you, Grandma. Thank you, Great-Grandma."
In the Song family, a den of boys, everyone longed for a daughter, so both the lively Zhong Xiaoxiao and the quiet Zhou Mingli were especially pampered.
Not to mention the lovely and adorable Zhong Yuanyuan, who basically never left the body.
She was being held in Lan Chunxiao's arms, her little face flushed, and she smiled at everyone she met, making everyone take turns trying to coax her.
Yao Qingling sat to the side, watching her children and grandchildren surrounding her, her eyes and brows full of smiles. She felt that the lively atmosphere of this house surpassed all the worldly splendor.
Zhong Yuanyuan suddenly let out a soft cry and reached for the chopsticks on the table, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
After lunch, Song Yadong and his two companions went back to work, leaving the others to chat together.
Everyone is still very concerned about Song Xingzhi and Zhang Chunxue's situation back in their hometown.
The fact that Zhang Chunxue and her group were running a braised food business was mentioned when they attended Zhang Chunxue and Song Xingzhi's wedding, so everyone knows about it.
But when Zheng Wenbi proudly said that Zhang Chunxue and her team had a daily turnover of over a hundred, everyone couldn't help but marvel.
Lan Chunxiao sighed: "Now I know why you, Chunxue, don't want to settle down in the capital."
The words weren't explicitly stated, but everyone understood.
If we really come to the capital, how can we let Zhang Chunxue go out to do these things?
"What you like is the best!" Zhang Chunxue smiled. "I'm just bored at home all day anyway!"
Then everyone started chatting and laughing about other things, like gossip about this family and that family.
Zhong Xiaoxiao and Zhou Mingli listened with great interest.
Yao Qingling gently patted Zhong Yuanyuan's back, her gaze tenderly sweeping over everyone in the room.
After all, how many people can live like her, with five generations under one roof!
Zhang Chunxue and the others stayed at the military compound until after dinner before reluctantly saying goodbye.
They agreed to come back in a few days and then walked back through the snow.
It started snowing again in the afternoon, and stopped just as we finished dinner. The ground was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and footprints made a soft crunching sound when stepped on.
"This snow, we'll have to arrange for someone to clean it up tomorrow morning!" Song Yanshan said with a smile. "It looks clean, though."
Song Yanzhe and Song Yanshen started having a snowball fight again along the way. Zhong Xiaoxiao was fed a lot that night and was a little too full, so she didn't bother to join in.
Zhou Mingli held Zhong Yuanyuan and watched them fool around. The cold wind brushed against her face, but she couldn't hide her smile.
Zhong Yuanyuan squirmed in Zhou Mingli's arms, reached out her little hand to grab at the air as if to catch the falling snowflakes, and giggled.
The streetlights in the distance reflected the snow, casting long shadows on the courtyard walls, creating a sense of warmth amidst the tranquility.
Song Xingzhi held Zhang Chunxue's hand and whispered, "Sister Chunxue, are you cold?"
Zhang Chunxue smiled brightly at him: "It's not cold."
Song Xingzhi was still not at ease, so he tightened her scarf again, brushed his fingertips against the snowflakes in her hair, and then stuffed her hand, along with his own, into his pocket.
Zhong Xiaoxiao saw this from behind and couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
Although her biological father is good to her mother, he really can't do these kinds of small things.
Zhong Xiaoxiao felt that her mother had truly married the right person.
Both of her husbands were very good.
A smile appeared on her face, and she took two steps forward, taking Zhang Chunxue's other arm.
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