Chapter 287 The Children Laugh at Me
"Don't speak, sit down quickly." Shen Yanzhou put down his magazine. "How was dinner with Aunt Huiwen today?"
Yan Buyu sat down next to Lan Xinyan and said, "It's fine. She mentioned Meng Qingzhi twice, but I didn't respond, and she stopped talking about it after that."
“Their family members all have very high emotional intelligence; they see things very clearly.” Lan Xinyan squeezed her daughter’s hand. “So, this is also her attitude, so you can rest assured.”
"Okay, Mom."
"Buyu, you just need to do exactly what you want." Shen Yanzhou looked at her gently. "As long as you're happy."
“Okay, big brother,” Yan Buyu tilted his head playfully, “then I want to play with your phone.”
Shen Yunqi was in the middle of a team battle and didn't have time to talk to his sister.
"Wait, wait, it's the next round, this one's really intense," Shen Yunqi coaxed gently. "I'll find you a pretty little character to play with later."
"Let your little sister play for a while!" Shen Zhiye brought out the dessert. "Stingy Shen Yunqi."
"Old Shen, you're too old for that." Shen Yunqi didn't know where to begin explaining it to him.
"Thank you, thank you, Uncle." Yan Buyu picked up her spoon and took a bite of the small glutinous rice ball. Sure enough, her uncle had added more sugar, making it the flavor she liked.
I decided to tell my mom and older brother first.
Changing one's surname and registering it in the household registration is no small matter.
We can't let her do whatever she wants.
Lan Xinyan ignored Shen Zhiye, who was leaning back on the sofa watching her son play games.
She touched Yan Buyu's hair. "Invite Jingyi over for dinner tomorrow. Make sure to tell him in advance that it's just a casual home-cooked meal."
Last time, in an effort to make my daughter proud, we went to too much of a fuss, and it didn't feel like home.
Jingyi is a good boy. He is good to his daughter and doesn't mind having an extra pair of chopsticks at home. Anyway, it's really lively with more people.
“Okay, Mom,” she replied sweetly without saying a word.
"Attack this one! Why are you running? He's already attacking your tower, right?" Shen Zhiye stood behind Shen Yunqi, even more nervous than the person involved.
"What's the rush? We're waiting for my teammates," Shen Yunqi couldn't help but laugh. "You even know this is called a tower?"
Shen Zhiye coughed. "My phone keeps sending me all sorts of random things lately, and I just click on them randomly."
Yan Buyu chewed on a small glutinous rice ball and asked Chen Yanzhou, "Brother, are 'saying one thing and meaning another' and 'saying one thing and meaning another' synonyms?"
Shen Yanzhou smiled slightly, instantly understanding his sister's meaning. "Yes, they are synonyms. They both describe what is said and what is thought, but the meanings are different."
"Oh, I get it, brother, you're really cultured." Yan Buyu and Shen Yanzhou exchanged a glance and both laughed.
Shen Zhiye was a little embarrassed by the children's teasing. He walked over to Lan Xinyan and said, "Wife, the children are making fun of me."
Lan Xinyan was applying hand cream when she chuckled, "At your age, do something that the children won't laugh at you for. Say what you really think. The 'sharp tongue but soft heart' persona won't hold up anymore."
Shen Zhiye hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Yunqi, "Let me play for a while."
Shen Yunqi: ...
The only thing damaged in the whole family was his game account.
When Song Jingyi received Yan Buyu's call, he was in a video conference with his subordinates.
"Little Fish, is there something you need?"
Without saying a word, she said, "Brother Jingyi, my mother would like to invite you over for a simple home-cooked meal, just a very ordinary one."
Song Jingyi understood. "Okay, when will I go?"
Without saying a word, she asked him again, "When do you have time?"
"I've been quite free lately, with plenty of time."
The subordinates on the other end of the video exchanged bewildered glances.
Is this their leader?
Can you speak so gently now?
Aren't you busy? Recently, the boss has been busy making connections in Beijing, he's so busy he barely has time to breathe, meeting and socializing with leaders from one department after another.
Is there still plenty of time?
I'm lucky if I can sleep for two hours a day.
Song Jingyi hung up the phone and returned to his usual demeanor. "Nick, you'll be in charge of the Italian arms factory for now. Zeming, cooperate. Contact me anytime if you have any questions. That's all."
“Boss,” Nick called to him, “were you talking to a kid on the phone just now?”
"It's 'Miss,' not 'Little Kid,'" Acheng, his face bruised and swollen, came over with a bottle of ice-cold beer to correct him.
“Oh, Cheng, you’re even uglier now,” Nick sneered mercilessly, snapping a screenshot. “I’m going to print this out and put it up at the military factory.”
Acheng squatted down in the corner, clutching the wine bottle.
His once-proud handsome face was now swollen and looked like a pig's head after being beaten by Mu Zi.
“Boss, if there’s a chance, bring that lady over for a visit. I’ll prepare the latest gun that’s perfect for girls for her.”
"Okay." Song Jingyi hung up the phone.
A picture flashed through his mind.
The little sister, dressed in a training uniform, looked dashing as she held a gun.
“Brother Yi,” Chen Mo came over, “the villa you had your eye on, the other party has agreed to sell it.”
"Make him move out as soon as possible and redecorate. I want to move in before the New Year," Song Jingyi said. "Find a designer and have him design it according to the preferences of young women."
"Yes, Brother Yi."
"We're going to the Shen family's house for dinner tonight. Come with me. Keep the gifts simple; just bring two bottles of wine and some bird's nest."
My sister specifically called to tell him not to make it too grand.
He knew that if he brought generous gifts every time, the Shen family would feel embarrassed to let him go.
Just don't go empty-handed, that's the gist of it.
"I want to go too, let me go," Acheng muttered to himself.
"I don't like eating pig's head meat." Song Jingyi didn't even look at him, got up and walked towards the bathroom. He had just smoked two cigarettes, and his body smelled bad.
I don't want my sister to smell it at night.
To make himself seem more pitiful, Acheng sat close to the wall, hoping to evoke some pity in Song Jingyi.
But clearly, Song Jingyi didn't have that thing.
Chen Mo, on the other hand, stared at it for a long time.
He pulled two coins from his pocket and threw them in two perfect parabolic arcs, which landed precisely in A-Cheng's arms.
"Buy two Band-Aids and stick them on your eyes, they look awful."
Acheng: ………
There's no bond of growing up together, is there?
The Shen family's dishes are all everyday fare: fish, shrimp, crab, and meat, with one dish for each of the children's favorites.
The only grand event was the dumplings that the whole family made together in the kitchen.
“Brother Jingyi, look, the ingot-shaped dumplings were made by my mom, the cabbage-shaped dumplings were made by my uncle, the standard dumplings with thin skin and big fillings were made by my eldest brother, the windmill-shaped dumplings were made by my older brother, and this one that can’t stand up was made by me. Try them and give me your feedback.”
Yan Buyu picked out one of each of Song Jingyi's hair clips, then her eyes lit up as she waited for his feedback.
Song Jingyi doesn't like dumplings.
In Chinese culture, dumplings symbolize family reunion and the New Year.
Neither of these things existed in his past.
He picked up his sister's dumpling first, but before he could open his mouth, a laugh came from outside the door.
"I'm getting hungry from what Bu Yu has introduced. Zhi Ye, would you mind adding another pair of chopsticks?"
Shen Zhiye and Song Jingyi's expressions tightened.
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