Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 269 Standing Together with My Lover

When northerners say "lunch is just something to eat," if it's said by parents to their children, it probably means simply reheating leftovers and making do. But if guests are coming over, then the meaning of "just something to eat" changes completely.

Grandma picked up two large iron pots and placed them on the stove, intending to cook two dishes at the same time. This would be more efficient, and as soon as the other children arrived, they could immediately start eating a hot meal.

Of course, Yan Zhuoyu wouldn't let her grandmother be busy in the kitchen by herself, having to cater to the tastes of so many people.

She turned off the stove and said, "My dear Ms. Jiang, please rest easy for now. We'll have barbecue later. Let them make whatever they want. I'll also let you try my honey bread rolls; they're delicious."

Pei Weijin nodded, indicating his approval of Yan Zhuoyu's honey bread.

However, Chef Yan needs more than ten kinds of seasonings to bake a slice of bread. He silently made a mental note that he needed to keep an eye on his grandmother and not let her eat too much, otherwise her blood sugar would rise again.

Grandma wasn't going to spoil the fun. She smiled and took Yan Zhuoyu's hand, saying, "Barbecue? That sounds good. I've seen it on TV all the time, but I've never really had a proper taste."

When she mentioned the past, her expression became sentimental again: "When I was young, this kind of thing wasn't popular yet. When I got old, I got sick and couldn't eat it. Now that I'm healthier, I can finally try the things that you young people like to eat, and see if our adorable bread slices can really make Grandma swoon."

Fu Zhuchen drove over with barbecue equipment, and the others also brought some local specialties, preparing a sumptuous barbecue for their grandmother.

Yan Zhuoyu knew that her grandmother liked lively gatherings, so she invited many people over.

In the past two years, she has made many friends in the industry while filming. For example, Lin Xiangyi recently filmed a movie in the city and didn't have time to go back to her hometown to spend New Year's Eve with her family. She was craving braised goose in an iron pot and was directly tempted by Yan Zhuoyu.

A group of young people gathered in the courtyard and enthusiastically began setting up the barbecue grill.

The table was covered with various barbecue ingredients, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of cumin.

The meat skewers sizzled on the charcoal fire, and golden, glistening fat dripped onto the embers, creating puffs of smoke.

Qin Zhuyue also brought a copper hot pot. The soup was already boiling, and tender slices of mutton were rolling around in it, their edges slightly curled, and they were cooked through in just a few seconds.

Everyone worked together efficiently, with a clear division of labor.

Grandma sat next to Yan Zhuoyu, her small plate piled high with grilled skewers, and she didn't know which one to eat first.

While Qin Zhuyue was talking to Lin Xiangyi, she had already put two large chopsticks of freshly cooked mutton into her small porcelain bowl.

Yan Zhuoyu was brushing her special seasoning onto the bread slices when she turned around and saw that her grandmother's bowl was piled high like a small mountain. She couldn't help but smile and said, "There's a kind of concern that comes from worrying that you don't have enough to eat."

Ms. Jiang picked up her chopsticks and began to eat: "Hahaha, I'm not afraid of having more of this happy burden. Although I can't eat too much, I still have the spring breeze, right?"

Spring Breeze, who was nearby, brought over its little food bowl and barked loudly in response. Just as it raised its head, a large hand pressed it down, and the food bowl was taken away.

Pei Weijin sat directly behind Chunfeng, staring at it, slowly wiping his hands with disinfectant wipes, and said, "You're not allowed to eat it."

"Ouch..."

Spring Breeze immediately wilted, lay down next to Pei Weijin's legs, and weakly wagged its tail twice in protest.

Yan Zhuoyu freed one hand to stroke the dog's head, feeling a little soft-hearted: "It can still be eaten after washing it with water, it's high-quality animal protein."

When Chunfeng heard her speak, she merely glanced at her but didn't seem particularly pleased.

Yan Zhuoyu nudged it: "Hey? Why aren't you happy to eat it?"

Pei Weijin pulled out another tissue to wipe her hands: "It craves the taste of seasonings, but it's never lacked meat or anything like that."

Spring Breeze scratched the soil a couple of times with its paws, then got grumpy and, not wanting to listen to the two of them talk, lifted its bottom and ran over to its grandmother.

Ms. Jiang cleared her throat and, seeing that Yan Zhuoyu and Pei Weijin were chatting and not paying attention to her, quietly and very "accidentally" dropped two or three pieces of beef from her bowl.

Spring Breeze, quick-witted and outspoken, caught the object in her mouth, then lay down on the ground and covered her mouth with her paws, glancing guiltily at the two people.

It was satisfied after stealing two pieces, and its fluffy tail wagged back and forth.

On the other side, Yan Zhuoyu stuffed two skewers of bread into Pei Weijin's hand and sat up straight: "Don't turn around, or they'll find out we've discovered their little tricks."

Pei Weijin sat with her baking bread: "Wife, isn't this going against the natural order a bit?"

Yan Zhuoyu calmly flipped the bread over and advised him, "Oh, it's the New Year, let the child eat a little more, it's just for fun, one more day won't make a difference. We'll start controlling the diet tomorrow, and Chunfeng and I will exercise together to lose weight, you can supervise me."

The bread is baked to a golden brown and crispy perfection, with honey and condensed milk completely permeating the small pores on its surface, giving it a rich, milky aroma.

She ran over like a proud child to give the freshly baked bread to her grandmother to taste, ready to receive praise.

Grandma took a bite; it was soft, sweet, and fragrant. You could tell at a glance that this bread was packed with good stuff.

She gave a thumbs up, offering plenty of emotional support: "Delicious! My goodness, you could open a barbecue restaurant with this skill. You could make a lot of money just from making these toast slices."

Yan Zhuoyu was flattered by the praise and waved her hand modestly, saying, "Oh, it's just so-so. The heat was a bit too high this time, and the edges were burnt. Otherwise, it would have tasted even better."

Ms. Jiang is getting on in years and prefers a lighter palate; she can't eat much of anything too sweet.

After eating half a slice of bread, she drank a few sips of the homemade fruit wine that Shen Qinghe had brought. It was sweet and sour, and very refreshing.

Fortunately, Ms. Jiang was more obedient than Chunfeng, and did not eat too many sweets, so Pei Weijin did not have to keep an eye on her.

After eating until she was about 80-90% full, Yan Zhuoyu picked up her fishing bag and went to their usual spot to fish with Xie Fu, while her grandmother sat between them.

The temperature dropped below zero today, and a thin layer of ice had formed on the river. They used tools to break through a small section of the ice and started fishing.

Yan Zhuoyu had only been fishing for fun, but unexpectedly, while chatting and waiting, she actually caught a big carp.

As soon as I put the fish into the bucket, the spring breeze, like a cat, came running over and snatched the fish away, drawn by the fishy smell.

Xie Fu, who had never owned a dog before, asked doubtfully, "Zhuoyu, can't dogs eat fish?"

Before Yan Zhuoyu could answer, she had already run out to chase the dog.

This time we really can't spoil this little rascal. Carp has a lot of bones, and it doesn't know how to pick them out. It would be a real problem if it got sick from eating them.

Pei Weijin chased after the spring breeze with her, and the others followed suit after seeing this.

In the dead of winter, with a biting wind blowing, a group of people were chasing dogs on the grassy bank of the river.

After chasing for a long time, Yan Zhuoyu finally realized what was going on.

The dog didn't actually want to eat the fish; it was just playing with them.

Yan Zhuoyu stopped, and the others didn't think much of it, assuming she was tired of chasing, so they dutifully continued chasing the dog.

They chased after her, shouting, "Stop eating! Be careful of fish bones cutting your intestines!"

After running around for a while, Yan Zhuoyu's face was flushed and her body felt warm.

Pei Weijin didn't chase after her any further. He stood behind her and held her hand, which was also red from the wind: "Baby, are you cold?"

Yan Zhuoyu narrowed her eyes and asked him, "Did you already know that it wouldn't eat fish?"

Pei Weijin looked at her with a smile: "Didn't you ask me to supervise you and Chunfeng exercising together?"

She solemnly emphasized, "It'll start tomorrow, okay? I need to eat well today, otherwise I'll regret it if I suddenly go from luxury to frugality!"

"Okay, I misremembered." Pei Weijin took her hand, and the two strolled along the riverbank. "How about I make you that Dongpo pork for dinner tonight as punishment?"

"Alright, I'll reluctantly forgive you for the sake of Dongpo pork."

Yan Zhuoyu raised her eyebrows coquettishly, her beautiful watery eyes reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, her face as radiant as a peach blossom.

She took bigger and bigger steps, swinging Pei Weijin's arms back and forth like a primary school student.

Pei Weijin wasn't quite used to it at first; her arms were being led by her, but her steps were a beat slower.

This cheerful way of walking was completely out of character for his usual composed, reserved, and aloof nature, and something he would never have done before.

But the person who led him was Yan Zhuoyu, his lover.

He cooperated well with Yan Zhuoyu's pace, moving forward together, and he will continue to do so in the future.

When two people are together, everything they do is blissful.