Chapter 61 Sixty-one Flowering Period
Chen Yun’s dinner was simple, but the children still ate it all up out of courtesy.
Chen Xingyue used the remaining tomato scrambled eggs sauce to mix the last few grains of rice in the bowl. After eating, she held it up to show her mother to take credit.
Chen Yun praised her and picked up the vegetables that her son pretended to accidentally drop on the table and threw them back into his bowl: "Eat it."
Vegetables have no appeal to children; every time they eat them, it feels like there is arsenic in them.
Chen Xinyang tried to escape with a bitter face, but finally had to put it in his mouth and left the table as if nothing had happened.
Chen Yun had rich experience in class struggle and grabbed his arm: "Open your mouth."
Chen Xinyang originally thought that he had done it perfectly, and his throat rolled helplessly, so he said unjustifiably: "I ate it!"
Anyone with eyes in the room could see what was going on with him.
Song Fenglin felt pity for his son and picked him up: "You are awesome, let's go wash up."
Chen Xinyang can eat by himself now, but he uses the spoon very roughly and his face is always covered with oil after eating.
Washing his face was the second thing he hated after eating vegetables, and he twisted his body in resistance.
A less friendly analogy is that this is a bit like watching villagers slaughtering pigs when Song Fenglin was a child. Both require some effort.
Chen Xinyang's face was rubbed red by his father, and just then his grandparents called him via video. His expression instantly showed extreme aggrievedness, and he was about to cry.
Liu Yingxia and Chen Yongzhong, who raised their two grandparents by themselves, missed them so much after not seeing them for more than half a month. Seeing them like this was even more unbearable. They kept calling them their darlings.
It's not like he's being raised by his stepmother. Chen Yun said speechlessly, "The more you call him, the more excited he gets."
Liu Yingxia: "Children are all like this."
And she didn't forget to treat everyone equally: "Look at grandma, Xingxing. Why do you feel thinner?"
Chen Xingyue pulled the edge of her skirt and turned around: "Grandma, do you think I look like a princess?"
Of course Liu Yingxia said it looked like it, and her string of compliments made Chen Xingyue feel flattered.
Chen Yun couldn't bear to listen any more, so she gave the phone to the children to let them chat and went into the kitchen to find some fruit to eat.
Song Fenglin was cleaning the stove, and when he heard the footsteps, he thought she was coming in to help: "I can do it."
Chen Yun raised her hand and fell on the refrigerator door as planned: "I'm just passing by, you continue."
She even said in a pretentious tone: "Don't stop using your hands while you're talking, come on~"
The tone sounded really annoying. Song Fenglin's hand holding the rag felt itchy, so he took two steps forward.
In the small space, Chen Yun was caught off guard. She subconsciously crossed her hands in front of her chest and tilted her head slightly to look at him: "What are you doing?"
Probably knowing what others like, he lowered his voice.
Song Fenglin wanted to pinch her face, but unfortunately he was only halfway done, and his hand could only point in the air: "Skin."
Chen Yun laughed, and the next second she heard her daughter running while shouting "Mom", so she pushed her gently and said, "Go do your work."
The good atmosphere was ruined, and Song Fenglin couldn't lose his temper with his daughter.
He thought that he just had to wait for his children to return home, and looked forward to the long-lost time alone together.
Chen Yun didn't think about these things, she just took the phone from her daughter and talked.
Chen Xingyue, who was brought up by her grandparents, half understood her string of dialects and went to play with her younger brother in boredom.
Song Fenglin couldn't even guess what was going on. He could only judge from her expression that it was a good thing, and he felt relieved and continued to tidy up the kitchen.
The height of the stove was not suitable for him at all, and he accidentally hit his head on the range hood.
Chen Yun smiled even more brightly, but she freed her hands and smoothed his fur like coaxing a child.
Song Fenglin is the most easily satisfied person in the world. He used the electricity to do a thorough cleaning for his entire family.
He was really diligent, and the living room floor seemed to be reflective. Fortunately, the children were all well-bathed and lying in bed, otherwise they would have definitely fallen flat on their faces.
It’s Chen Yun, who walks very carefully.
She slumped on the sofa with a hint of shower gel scent: "We are lucky this time when we go home. We can even have a feast."
Song Fenglin sat next to her: "Whose family is having a wedding?"
Chen Yun: "The six-story building next to the store next to the stage. It's the son of my third great uncle's youngest son."
Song Fenglin: "The house knows, but the person seems to have never seen it."
Chen Yun: "Too young, I don't have any impression of him."
The generation gap among children is actually the most serious. Children who are three years apart in age cannot play together.
Song Fenglin is a supporter of late marriage and believes that people should wait until they have a certain level of ability before they are suitable to take responsibility for a family.
But he doesn't like to judge other people's choices, he just sighed: "Getting married so early."
Chen Yun: "I just graduated from college, and my job doesn't seem to be very stable, but my family is very rich."
Song Fenglin suddenly felt that he didn't need to worry so much about others: "The wedding will definitely be a great success, and we won't lose money on the gift this time."
It was a little funny to hear this sentence coming out of his mouth. Chen Yun: "Now you are very frugal and manage the household well."
Song Fenglin: "I thought I had always been like that."
Chen Yun: "You just didn't spend money before. If you spend any money, it's all wasted."
Song Fenglin couldn't remember: "When?"
Chen Yun brought up the past: "When Xingxing was born, you bought so many expensive and useless things."
As a first-time father, he wanted to give his child the best of everything within his ability. He was completely brainwashed by consumerism in maternal and child forums, and his express deliveries would arrive at his doorstep every day.
Once I got home, I felt so depressed that I couldn't move.
Song Fenglin recalled it and actually felt a little aggrieved: "You were obviously very happy at that time."
Chen Yun: "I'd be happy if you bought me a Hermès now, but I'd still scold you in two years."
Afraid that he would take it seriously, she stressed: "This is just a metaphor. If you really buy it, I will beat you up immediately."
Song Fenglin: "I'll buy it for you when I make a lot of money."
Others may say this is just empty talk, but he says it is a real and valid contract.
Chen Yun nodded: "Okay, I'll wait."
Song Fenglin put this on his to-do list and stood up suddenly: "I'm going to do two sets of papers before I go to sleep."
Chen Yunguang had nightmares when he heard the word "test paper" and grabbed him, "Go to sleep. Look at the time."
If you think about it in a more diffuse way, it can also be seen as an invitation to sleep in the same bed.
Maybe it’s because he doesn’t have to go to work, Song Fenglin has been having a lot of distracting thoughts lately.
He looked down at his belly, thinking that he should wait until he was ready before "asking for favor". He calmed down in his heart and said yes, but in fact he got up earlier the next day to exercise.
Chen Yun stretched out her hand and felt that half of the bed was empty, but she had no idea what time it was. She just covered her head and fell asleep. She woke up to the rustling noise of her children.
Occasionally, she particularly enjoyed this moment of peace. She would stare at the ceiling in a daze for a while before opening the door and walking out.
A family of three was already having breakfast in the restaurant. When they heard footsteps, they turned around with something in their mouths.
This scene has a very TV drama atmosphere. Chen Yun's eyes move slowly like a camera lens, and finally stop on Song Fenglin.
I don’t know if it’s because the morning sunlight is too good, but it makes his face look extra shiny, especially since he has lost weight recently. The dimples around his mouth have become sunken, and his smile looks a little immature.
Chen Yun stared at it for a few seconds and thought to herself: Isn’t it said that men’s blooming period is particularly short? How come he got up again?
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