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

Chapter 148 Um... how can I wear that out in public?

Yan Zhuoyu remembered that something similar had happened when she was a child.

She was still young then. Jiang Yuelin was busy in the kitchen and wanted Yan Shuting to lend a hand, but Yan Shuting was too lazy to move, so he asked Yan Zhuoyu to help.

The clay pot was heavy, and Yan Zhuoyu managed to lift it. Just as she stepped out of the kitchen, she lost her balance and dropped the pot heavily on the ground, the scalding soup instantly soaking her pants.

She was terrified and in so much pain that tears streamed down her face. Yan Shuting's first reaction was not to comfort her, but to scold her, and then he slammed the door and left.

Although Jiang Yuelin didn't say anything, after confirming that Yan Zhuoyu wasn't seriously burned, her first words were a complaint: "Stop crying, will crying solve anything? I spent the whole afternoon making soup, and I was finally waiting for your dad to come back so we could have a meal together, but you spilled it all, and then he left. Be more careful next time."

Afterwards, Jiang Yuelin would apply medicine to Yan Zhuoyu every day, showing her heartache, but the damage caused by the initial reaction was indelible.

Similar incidents had happened many times, but that one hurt her the most.

Yan Zhuoyu remained silent, feeling uneasy and worried that she would be criticized by everyone.

She bent down, intending to wipe the sauce off Pei Weijin's body first.

"Sorry……"

Pei Weijin's voice interrupted her thoughts: "It's nothing."

He paid no attention to the reddish-brown stain on his gray trousers, but instead pulled her to a clean open space and carefully checked her for any oil stains.

The metal skewers on the table were also overturned along with the sauce.

"Did you get pricked by the skewer? I put the sauce in the wrong place; it should have been in the middle."

Yan Zhuoyu only had a few drops of sauce splashed on her face, which Pei Weijin carefully wiped clean with a wet wipe.

Fu Zhuchen, who was standing to the side, realized what was happening and blurted out, "Little sister! What are you doing!"

"Even if your man's sauce tastes good with shoe insoles, you can't actually make me bake shoe insoles."

The other two were also amused, and the atmosphere was relaxed, as if this little incident was not worth mentioning at all.

Yan Zhuoyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and apologized again.

Xie Fu shrugged indifferently: "Oh, it's nothing. Fu Zhuchen is just waiting for you to flip the table. He doesn't want to be a beast of burden for grilling skewers anymore."

Fu Zhuchen, now with a moment of free time, sat down and glared at Huo Wenji: "Huo Wenji, control your wife!"

Huo Wenji squatted down and threw the broken bowl into a trash bag, thinking, "Actually, the sauce on it is still usable, otherwise you can just rub it on the ground and continue grilling."

"You're the real devil! Can't I even have a couple of bites?" Fu Zhuchen protested.

With their combined efforts, the group quickly cleaned up the scene, exchanging a few jokes and completely ignoring the spilled sauce.

Yan Zhuoyu glanced at Pei Weijin's gray pants, the knees of which were partially soaked with red paint.

"I'm sorry I got your clothes dirty. How about I go back with you to change?"

Pei Weijin didn't mind at all. He smiled and rolled up a small pancake for her, then held it to her mouth: "Eat first. It doesn't matter if your clothes are dirty. It won't affect your ability to wear them. Just consider it as me sharing in your good fortune. May everything go smoothly and may you have peace and safety every year."

Yan Zhuoyu suddenly realized something: "Wait, you don't seem to have brought any change of clothes with you, do you? Why don't you have someone send a set over?"

"Don't worry, clothes and toiletries are provided in both the bedroom and guest room. Besides, didn't you bring an extra piece of clothing with you when you came?"

"When did you bring it?" Yan Zhuoyu asked, then recalled the moment.

When Pei Weijin got into the car, it seemed that he had brought the ice-blue mermaid outfit with him in the trunk.

"I remembered?"

Yan Zhuoyu blinked, her face flushing slightly: "Um... how can I wear this out in public?"

"I'm only letting you see him."

Pei Weijin's voice, accompanied by the chirping of insects by the forest, was as clear and serene as jade.

The four words are extremely suggestive.

Yan Zhuoyu's eyes were filled with complex emotions as she tried to calm the turmoil within.

She picked up a roasted corn kernel and held it in front of Pei Weijin: "Eat up, all this delicious food can't shut you up."

Pei Weijin's gaze shifted to her full, red lips. Just as he was about to speak, Yan Zhuoyu quickly handed him a glass of plum juice and threatened in a low voice, "Don't say anything! Eat your food!"

"Let's listen to my wife and talk about it when we get back."

After the meal, the five of them sat together. Although Fu Zhuchen was alone, he didn't feel lonely at all; on the contrary, his voice was louder than that of two people.

He pulled out two decks of cards from the storage box: "Come on, let's play cards! We'll play a bluffing game. We'll take away some cards, and split the rest equally. Whoever finishes their hand first wins!"

After several rounds, Yan Zhuoyu won one after another, while Fu Zhuchen remained firmly in last place.

Before long, Fu Zhuchen lost interest in playing.

"Aren't you all ganging up on me? Why don't you believe any of my moves? And Pei Gou... no, Brother Pei, he's like a deadpan character, completely expressionless, you can't see any flaws in his statements at all."

Yan Zhuoyu glanced at Pei Weijin, who remained expressionless.

But in her opinion, some of Pei Weijin's subtle actions were quite obvious: "Really? I feel like I can tell from his micro-expressions every time he plays a fake card."

Fu Zhuchen chuckled: "Fine, I'm not playing anymore. You guys are putting on a show of flirting right in front of me, aren't you? I don't see any micro-expressions."

Huo Wenji clicked his tongue and said, "What, you can't even afford to lose? It's just a casual game, you don't even have any chips."

"I can't be bothered with you guys, I'm going fishing."

After saying that, Fu Zhuchen walked away nonchalantly.

He lay on the fishing chair, not even casting a hook; from a distance, only the faint light from his phone screen could be seen.

Huo Wenji put away the cards, pulled Xie Fu to take pictures, and even took a persimmon with him when they left.

Xie Fu pushed him aside with disgust: "You smell like cumin all over you, stay away from me. You just ate so many random things, and now you want to eat persimmons? Aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache? You're not allowed to eat any more."

"Cumin flavor?"

Huo Wenji spoke in a broken Xinjiang dialect, mixed with Mandarin, which made the cumin flavor even stronger.

After everyone left, only Yan Zhuoyu and Pei Weijin remained at the long table.

The camping chair was extra long, allowing her to lie comfortably and gaze at the starry sky. The night sky in the countryside was even darker than in the city, dotted with stars, and bathed in the bright moonlight.

Pei Weijin lay down next to her on another chair: "Did you have fun today?"

"I'm so happy, I caught such a big fish!"

Yan Zhuoyu smiled and gestured with her hands to indicate the size of the fish. Seemingly feeling it wasn't big enough, she subtly widened the distance between her hands.

"And you, are you happy?" she asked Pei Weijin in return.

Pei Weijin gently patted the top of her head: "Being with you makes me happy no matter what we do."