The Lin family held Full Moon Winery at the Parkson Hotel, the largest hotel in Rongcheng, and opened thirty tables, attracting contacts from the business and political circles.
Mrs. Lin was wearing a dark red dress, followed by a nanny holding her child, and she went around greeting guests with a happy face.
Mrs. Qiu and Mr. Qiu came together. Zhao Yong had not yet gone home. Li Manjun, representing the whole family, entered the scene together with Director Liang Wen Yufeng and his wife.
Yesterday, she and Wen Yufeng went to the mall to pick out the gift. They bought clothes for the baby and also included an 1888 red envelope.
This amount was discussed between Li Manjun and Zhao Yong last night. It cannot be too low or too high.
Mr. Qiu gave a big red envelope of five thousand, and Mrs. Qiu also took a gold lock and hung it around the baby's neck. Mrs. Lin thanked everyone, arranged for them to sit down, and continued to greet other guests.
The baby Li Manjun, who was held in the arms of the nanny, only took a glance at it. He was white and fat. He didn't look like Mr. Lin, but maybe more like his mother.
The baby is really cute. The baby who is just one month old is very well-behaved. He didn't wake up even if there were so many people talking in the hall, and he was just sleeping soundly.
Mrs. Qiu took it into her arms and gave her a hug, saying she wanted to feel happy.
Wen Yufeng and Li Manjun looked at each other, smiled slightly, and waited for the meal to begin.
There were so many people that the originally prepared table was not big enough, so Mr. Lin's mother set up a table to greet the important people, and sent her two little granddaughters to Li Manjun's table.
"Be good, sit down with some aunties." The well-maintained Mother Lin, who looked like she was only about fifty, settled her two granddaughters and asked Wen Yufeng to help take a look.
Wen Yufeng watched Mother Lin walk away and moved her position back so that the two little girls could be closer to the table.
The two girls often see Wen Yufeng and Mrs. Qiu, and they call them sweetly: "Aunt Wen, Aunt Qiu."
It was Li Manjun's turn, who had never seen her before, and smiled awkwardly at her, showing her millet teeth.
Li Manjun smiled at the two beautiful little girls, and Wen Yufeng introduced: "This is Uncle Zhao's wife, Aunt Li."
The two sisters called Aunt Li again, and Li Manjun poured a glass of juice for each of them and asked them to tell her what they wanted to eat and help them pick it up.
Mr. Qiu had already moved to the table of important people. Mrs. Qiu didn't like that kind of situation, so she stayed with Li Manjun and the others.
Seeing how well-behaved the two little girls were, I couldn't help but want to tease them, "Lily, Yangyang, do you like your little brother?"
Lily is the elder sister. She is in elementary school and is more sensible. She nodded and said, "My brother is very cute."
Yangyang frowned, snorted, and said in a grandma's voice: "My brother always cries, and his parents are all around him. Grandma said that my parents don't want me and my sister when they have a brother. Aunt Qiu, what grandma said is
Really?"
When Lily heard her sister's words, she drooped her little shoulders in depression. Sensible children are more sensitive. It was not like her sister who vented all her dissatisfaction. She just silently watched her parents taking care of her little brother tenderly, feeling secretly sad.
Mrs. Qiu looked towards Li Manjun for help. Li Manjun rolled his eyes speechlessly in his mind, picked up the candy on the table, asked the two sisters about their hobbies, and changed the topic.
Mrs. Qiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She just wanted to amuse the sisters, but she didn't want to provoke Mr. Lin's family conflict.
But really, Mother Lin, how could she say such things to her children?
Mrs. Qiu looked at the two sisters lovingly, and when the food was served, she kept picking up food for them, as if she wanted to make up for the gaffe she just made.
Yangyang is young and soon forgets his unhappiness when he has something to eat.
While Lily was eating the food served by her three aunts, she frequently looked back in the direction of her parents, who were holding their little brother and taking a commemorative photo under the four characters "Full Moon Celebration".
"Lily, bring your sister here." Mrs. Lin suddenly waved to her two daughters and asked them to take pictures together.
Mrs. Qiu stood up on her own initiative and led the two sisters over. When she came back, she clicked her tongue and shook her head, "I miss my son so much that I go crazy."
She spoke so quietly that only Li Manjun and Wen Yufeng, who were sitting next to her, heard her. The three women looked at each other, and their brainwaves rarely collided. They all felt that the Lin family was doing something unreasonable.
The food in the restaurant is very delicious. Li Manjun ate a lot. She has a particularly good appetite recently.
Mr. Qiu was still drinking, and Mrs. Qiu was too lazy to wait, so she asked the driver to drive away first, and also gave Li Manjun a ride on the way.
When she got off the car, she asked Li Manjun funny: "Mrs. Li, you and Mr. Zhao have been married for about a year. When will you tell us the good news?"
Li Manjun looked at her playful eyes, spread his hands and smiled: "I don't know, just let it happen."
Mrs. Qiu yelled at her, looked at the sky that was about to rain, and waved her hand to tell her to leave quickly.
Li Manjun smiled and watched Mrs. Qiu's car drive away. As soon as she reached the downstairs of her home, a bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky, followed by a rumble of thunder, and the heavy rain fell without hesitation for a moment.
Pedestrians on the street were caught unawares and hurriedly ran under the eaves.
Li Manjun was secretly glad that he came back a few seconds earlier, otherwise he would have turned into a drowned rat.
Walking up the stairs, footsteps were heard upstairs, and a familiar figure appeared at the corner of the stairs, holding an umbrella in his hand and about to go downstairs.
Zhao Yong came back. It rained heavily as soon as he entered the house. He was afraid that Li Manjun would be on the way back, so he took an umbrella and went downstairs to pick her up.
The couple met in the staircase corridor. Li Manjun was startled. When he realized who the person opposite was, he rushed over with a tiger's eye.
Zhao Yong smiled and supported his wife who rushed towards her, and gave her a big kiss on the top of her head. "Why did you come back so early? Is the banquet over yet?"
"We came back after eating. Mr. Qiu and Director Liang are still drinking. Why didn't you tell me when you came back?" Li Manjun asked with a smile.
"I just entered the house and was about to call you. Didn't it rain suddenly?"
Zhao Yong simply carried her upstairs, weighed her, and she seemed lighter. He frowned and asked, "Did you not eat well? She has lost weight!"
Li Manjunhu asked: "Is there any? I feel like I'm a little heavier."
Zhao Yong weighed it again and said, "It's really light."
"I think it's your imagination." Li Manjun laughed, wrapping his hands around his neck and smelling the unique pine wood scent on his body, which made him feel particularly safe.
Grandma Qiao came out from home with a bucket to pour water. Li Manjun, who was being held by Zhao Yong, looked at her and let out a low cry before sliding off Zhao Yong's body.
With a smile on his face, Zhao Yong greeted Granny Qiao openly, "It's raining heavily. Granny, please remember to close the windows."
Grandma Qiao smiled helplessly and shook her head, these young people~
It rained heavily at night, and the thunder rumbled like it was about to explode the sky. Li Manjun woke up uneasily and found that no one was around him. He thought he was dreaming when he saw Zhao Yong come back.
Candlelight lit up in the house, and Zhao Yong's tall figure appeared in the house. Only then did Li Manjun wake up, sat up and asked, "Is there a power outage again?"
Zhao Yong nodded and asked her to cover herself with the thin quilt so as not to catch cold.
He put the candle on the table, opened the curtains and took a look outside. It was still raining heavily, the wind was howling outside, and the street lights were flickering and going out. It looked like there was a short circuit.
Small trees on both sides of the road were blown around, trash cans were overturned on the ground, and garbage flew everywhere.
Seeing the flickering streetlight suddenly go out completely, a flash of worry flashed in Zhao Yong's eyes.
This was the first time he had seen such heavy rain in Rongcheng for so many years.