These days, Ye Yun was full of anticipation, hoping that when she woke up, she would see a familiar car at the door, and when the door opened, Mu Jingsheng and Ye Xia would get out.
Unfortunately, hope is always dashed.
Until the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, when the birthday party was held, many relatives and friends came, but there was no sign of the car.
The heart that was hanging in the air finally died.
Relatives came to visit Xiao Chuqi in waves. Seeing her thin condition, the rumors that she was not born prematurely were dispelled.
Bags of eggs and brown sugar filled the table, and the clothes given to little Chuqi filled the kang.
But she couldn't be happy.
Compared to the quiet inner room, the yard outside the window was bustling with activity.
Several chefs who came to prepare the banquet were busy preparing the ingredients. They lit up several large pots, the fire in the stove was roaring, and the fish cooked in the pots gave off an enticing aroma.
Qin Xiang'e also boiled a large pot of hot water. In the steaming mist, she talked loudly to Aunt Hetian while cooking eggs.
At a birth banquet, the host will distribute eggs before the meal.
Eat what you want to eat on the spot, and put what you don’t want to eat in your pocket first. There are eight people at a table, and each person is given two, which means good things come in pairs, for good luck.
When holding a banquet locally, people buy their own ingredients and invite a chef who is good at cooking nearby to cook.
Qin Zheng was rigorous and careful about his daughter's birthday banquet. He booked twelve tables and did everything himself. He and Gu Jin personally ordered all the ingredients, and even got a dozen turtles that were bigger than an adult's palm.
Good ingredients also make the chef happy, and he works very hard.
The old chef is in charge of cooking, while the two younger ones, one prepares the dishes and the other makes simple frying, with a clear division of labor.
As soon as the fried meatballs came out of the pan, they attracted a group of drooling little gluttons.
The children in the mountains were poor and had never eaten anything good since they were young. When they saw this thing, they were so greedy that their drooling directly wet their cotton-padded jackets.
Qin Zheng picked up a plate of fried meatballs and placed it on the table next to him with an expressionless face.
"Eat it."
A few young children looked up at him, swallowed in fear, but dared not say a word.
Qin Zheng turned and left.
As soon as he left, the children rushed over, and their dark little hands scrambled to grab the fried meatballs on the plate!
"My, my!"
"Give me one! Give me one!"
"Don't grab, don't grab!"
Gu Jin was also busy entertaining relatives.
Naturally he is indispensable for such an important occasion. He was unable to attend his brother's wedding, and if he doesn't contribute to his children's wedding, can he still be called a brother?
"Qin Zheng, I'll give you a big share later, how about two hundred?"
Qin Zheng was slightly surprised. "You were only twenty when I got married. Why did you spend so much money on my child's birth ceremony?"
Gu Jin shrugged and said mysteriously, "Why don't you figure it out yourself?"
Qin Zheng: "What am I thinking about?"
Gu Jin clicked his tongue, stretched out two fingers and gestured, "I'll give you twenty for your wedding, and two hundred for your child's wedding. Taste it, taste it carefully!"
"What am I tasting?"
Qin Zheng frowned, feeling a little annoyed by his pretentiousness.
Alas! Gu Jin thought he was really stupid, so she simply approached him and reminded him in a mean way: "That must be because your daughter looks like me, so of course I have to spend a lot of money on my own daughter!"
“…”
Qin Zheng locked his wrist, gnashed his teeth and dragged him to the corner, his tone calm and calm: "Come on... Come with me, I promise not to hit you."
"Hey? We're not going to pick up relatives?"
Bang!
He kicked Gu Jin down the slope.
"I can't kill you!"
…
…
Human joys and sorrows are not shared.
The bustling noise outside rang into the house. Ye Yun looked quietly at the sleeping Xiao Chuqi, and her calm mood did not fluctuate at all.
The room was empty at this time.
The relatives who came to visit her and her children took a look and then went outside to find a seat and wait for the meal to start.
This aunt, that lady, and some relatives from her mother's side that she didn't know about. Even she herself didn't know that she had so many relatives in Yejiagou.
Even people she had never met would call her "Yun girl" as if they were her dearest.
After the extreme excitement, there is emptiness.
Unfortunately, her mother was not present at this moment when everyone knew she had become a mother.
"young married woman."
The door curtain was lifted and Qin Zheng walked in carrying a plate of food.
On the plate were the vegetables and fish that he had carefully selected, with a large white steamed bun on top, just like the dish he had specially selected for Ye Yun from the banquet on their wedding day.
When Ye Yun saw the dish, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curve up.
"Are you hungry? This is what I just picked out, you eat it first." Qin Zheng bent down and put the food on the kang, and reminded: "I have to go out to entertain relatives, I will be back to accompany you later, then tell me what you want to eat."
Ye Yun nodded, "Yeah."
After Qin Zheng put the dishes on the table, he did not get up immediately. He glanced at the sleeping Xiao Chuqi, then turned around and kissed Ye Yun on the forehead with gratitude.
He looked at Ye Yun deeply and said solemnly, "Thank you, my wife."
Throughout the day, many people congratulated him, making him truly feel the joy of being a father.
But he knew that all this was gained by Ye Yun at the cost of half her life.
Ye Yun couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and go out to entertain the guests." She gently pushed Qin Zheng, wanting to be alone for a while.
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