The man in Lin Chu's eyes suddenly grinned and said passionately, "You're my grandnephew's wife, right? Quick, quick. "
The corner of Lin Chu's mouth twitched. "You're Ningbai's father?"
"Yes, yes. I'm Beicheng's great-uncle too." Yan Huaian looked at Yan Beicheng proudly. He did not do anything else, but Lin Chu could clearly feel his smugness.
Lin Chu really understood Yan Beicheng's frustration now. He had accidentally let Yan Huaian take advantage of him because of their seniority. Yan Ningbai, a six-year-old child, called her niece's wife every day. Now, Yan Huaian called her grandnephew's wife too.
"Mom, Dad is flirting with a woman at the door." Suddenly, Yan Ningbai shouted from somewhere.
Yan Beicheng was speechless.
Lin Chu was speechless.
Not long after, a hand reached out from behind Yan Huaian and pushed him to the side without any trace of politeness. Then, a short-haired, pretty woman appeared beside Yan Huaian.
She had shoulder-length hair, a neat white shirt, and long pants. She must be Yan Ningbai's lawyer mother.
"You're Lin Chu, right? Come in. Ignore the father and son. They're bored to death. Oh yeah, my name is Yu Zi. "Yu Zi pulled Lin Chu into the room." Don't call me great-uncle or something. It sounds old. You can call me Yu in Beicheng. I heard from Ningbai that you've been taking care of him for the past few days. As a man in Beicheng, he's a little careless. "
Lin Chu was pulled by Yu Zi in front of him, and he was chattering away. Yan Beicheng came in with a bad expression. He was not as polite to Yan Huaian as he was to his great-uncle.
"Why are you here? Aren't you all out on business? "Yan Beicheng asked in a deep voice.
"I'm done. I went straight to T City to look for Xiaoyu when I came back yesterday. I'll pick her up today." Yan Huaian raised his eyebrows proudly. "I wanted to save you some trouble by picking up Ningbai directly. Who knew that Ningbai would say that you went to pick up your grandnephew's wife to cook. We haven't eaten yet, so we waited here and got to know each other."
"I'm sorry to interrupt your family reunion." Yan Beicheng clenched his teeth.
"It's okay, it's okay." Yan Huaian looked at Yan Beicheng with a doting gaze. "Just treat it as letting Lin Chu meet your parents. That way, she can understand your intentions and know that you are sincere about dating her with marriage as a prerequisite. Only then will I be able to rest assured and be with you, right? "
Yan Huaian patted Yan Beicheng's shoulder. "No need to thank me. As your Little Granduncle, it's no big deal for me to worry about your marriage."
Yan Beicheng: "Hehe!"
With Yu Zi's help, dinner was completed quickly. Contrary to what Lin Chu had imagined, Yan Huaian and Yu Zi were very easy to get along with. Yu Zi was a lawyer, which sounded very domineering and professional, but in private, Yu Zi was very lively. Although she was older than Lin Chu, they didn't have any problems getting along. Yu Zi was even more lively than Lin Chu. She could even ridicule her own husband without holding back.
With a "ding" sound from the oven, Lin Chu took out the roasted chicken. When he put on a pair of insulated gloves and was about to tear the chicken apart, Yan Ningbai sneakily came in. He deeply inhaled the aroma of the roasted chicken in the air, and his saliva flowed out.
"Nephew's wife, your uncle wants to eat chicken legs!" Yan Ningbai ran over. His two chubby little hands grabbed the side of the kitchen counter. He tiptoed and stared at the roasted chicken with his big, black eyes.
Lin Chu tore off a piece of tin foil and wrapped the end of the chicken leg to prevent it from burning his hands. Then, he passed it to Yan Ningbai. Yan Ningbai held the chicken leg as if it was a torch and walked out of the kitchen proudly. He walked over to Yan Beicheng and didn't say anything. He took a big bite of the chicken in front of Yan Beicheng.
"Nephew, this was roasted by my wife. It's delicious." Yan Ningbai's mouth was stuffed with chicken leg meat, and there was a layer of oil on it.
Yan Beicheng looked at him coldly, then suddenly stood up and went into the kitchen. When Yu Zi saw this, she took the cooked dishes and left to make room for the two of them.
Yan Beicheng pointed at the roasted chicken on the table. "You just gave Ning Bai a chicken leg."
"You want to eat it too?" Lin Chu asked with a smile. He originally wanted to joke because he thought that Yan Beicheng wouldn't fight over food with a child.
Who knew that Yan Beicheng would smirk. "You gave it to Ning Bai, why didn't you think of giving me one too? Didn't you see how cocky he was in front of me just now? My girlfriend roasted the chicken, so he should thank me while eating it. He actually dares to show off in front of me. "
Lin Chu: "…"
He actually fought over food with a child.
Suddenly, Lin Chu felt that Yan Beicheng's words weren't right. He blushed and mumbled, "Who's your girlfriend?"
Yan Beicheng looked at Lin Chu's lowered face and smiled gently. He saw Lin Chu's slender fingers pick up the last chicken leg and give it to him.
"I also want it wrapped in tin foil," Yan Beicheng said. "It has to be thicker than Ning Bai's."
Lin Chu: "…"
In the end, Yan Beicheng also raised a chicken leg that was dripping with oil and arrogantly returned to the living room. Seeing that there wasn't much left of Yan Ningbai's chicken leg, Yan Beicheng smiled proudly. He specially went in front of Yan Ningbai and took a big bite. "It smells so good. It seems like this chicken leg is bigger than yours. Look, the tin foil is thicker than yours too. Your nephew's wife was afraid that she would burn me, so she even secretly left me a bigger chicken leg. "
After saying that, he took a big bite in front of Yan Ningbai.
Poor Yan Ningbai had already finished eating the chicken leg. He eagerly licked his lips and looked at the big chicken leg in Yan Beicheng's mouth. Then he looked at the lonely bone in his hand and licked it a few times. He turned his head and saw that Yu Zi had come out. He took his oily hands and pounced on her, leaving two greasy paw prints on Yu Zi's pants.
"Mom, look, my nephew is bullying me. When you guys weren't here, I don't even have the heart to tell you what kind of life I had here! "Yan Ningbai said pitifully.
Yu Zi placed the dishes on the table and carried Yan Ningbai up. She looked down at the greasy paw prints on her pants and her face twitched. Then she said, "You're the elder, and your nephew is still young. You should give in to him!"
Lin Chu, who was carrying the dishes out,: "…"
Yan Beicheng acted as if he didn't hear anything. He walked over with the chicken leg in his hand and nibbled very slowly. With a smug expression, he said, "You guys eat and drink my girlfriend's food, so you have to leave the best for me."
"…" Yu Zi looked at Yan Huaian. Why didn't I realize that this grandnephew of yours was so chuunibyou?
Yan Huaian: "…"
He also felt a little embarrassed.
Yan Ningbai decided not to stoop to the level of her nephew, who lost his IQ just because he was in a relationship. She grabbed a chicken wing and ate it silently.
Before leaving, Yan Huaian saw how low Yan Beicheng's IQ was tonight and was really afraid that his grandnephew's wife would be gone. He tried to persuade Lin Chu at the door, "Great-niece's wife, although my grandnephew's brain circuits are sometimes not right, he's very reliable most of the time. You, you mustn't despise him! "
Yan Beicheng: "…"
Please leave quickly!
While Yan Beicheng was trying his best to send Yan Huaian's family of three away, Lin Chu received a call from Xu Moyan.
"Lin Chu, where did you go?"
"You're back?" Lin Chu asked in surprise.
"Yeah, I settled the matter in advance, so I came back with the leader," Xu Moyan said. "I didn't see you the moment I came back. You didn't do anything stupid outside, right?"
"…" Lin Chu was speechless. "What stupid thing could I do? I came out to meet the Lin family today."
"What's the point of meeting with that family? If you ask me, it's better to never see them again. "Xu Moyan's voice was full of disdain.
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