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

Chapter 270 Do you like it? This is me.

The two walked side by side on their way home, chatting as they went. Their topics ranged from work to what the other would look like in a few years.

As she approached home, Yan Zhuoyu quietly took her other hand out of her pocket, exposing it to the cold air.

After a while in the cold wind, she suddenly pointed to the bare persimmon tree branches in the garden: "Honey, look over there, isn't that bird a nationally protected animal?"

Pei Weijin looked in the direction she pointed.

A common sparrow was perched on a slender branch, its small, beady eyes darting around.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if a bucket of ice had been poured in and was crackling as it crept up his collar, chilling him to the bone.

Yan Zhuoyu quickly withdrew her hand, and after successfully committing the crime, she ran away.

As she ran, she kept looking back to observe the victim's reaction, smiling and saying, "Oh, sorry, I mistook it for a cute little sparrow. I wonder if it's cold."

Pei Weijin touched his neck and chased after him: "Slow down, I'm not going to get revenge on you. It's windy now, be careful not to catch a cold. Why are your hands still so cold even when they're in your pockets? Come here, let me warm your hands."

"I don't believe you. Hurry up and go home for dinner."

Pei Weijin didn't run fast, following Yan Zhuoyu at a leisurely pace. The New Year's exercise plan, which wasn't supposed to start until tomorrow, was being arranged early today.

When the two returned home, the rest of the people had already arrived.

Lin Xiangyi was preparing food with her grandmother and chatting about things in her hometown.

A group of people were busy in the kitchen, making the originally spacious kitchen seem crowded.

In addition, the spring breeze nimbly weaved through the crowd, taking advantage of the chaos to add extra food for herself. The kitchen was in complete disarray, and Grandma couldn't stop smiling.

Yan Zhuoyu moved a small stool and sat next to the refrigerator, peeling green beans, watching Qin Zhuyue rummaging around in the freezer.

She purred at Qin Zhuyue twice as if calling a dog, teasingly asking, "Are you looking for your favorite zombie-style black sesame glutinous rice balls?"

Qin Zhuyue stopped what she was doing and chuckled, "How did you know? I was thinking of giving Grandma's refrigerator a thorough cleaning and restocking it. You can't eat expired food, but luckily everything in there is fresh."

After saying that, she closed the refrigerator door and crossed her arms: "Also, what do you mean by 'I love eating zombie glutinous rice balls'? I ate them by accident!"

After exchanging a few words, the two saw Fu Zhuchen carrying dishes out of the kitchen and followed her in to help.

Because there were many people, two tables were set up for the meal.

While Ms. Jiang was putting pancakes into the pan, Yan Zhuoyu secretly broke off a small piece of dough and stuffed it into Pei Weijin's hand.

She patted Pei Weijin's leg under the table, adopting a parental tone, and said, "Here, this is the thing you loved to play with when you were little. See how much I spoil you? Go play, kid."

"Thank you, wife." Pei Weijin obediently accepted it, lowering his head to play with it in his palm.

Ms. Jiang naturally noticed their little actions, but she was used to it since they had loved playing with dough since they were little.

The dining table, a symbol of family reunion, was filled with home-style dishes, with braised goose in an iron pot taking center stage, while Dongpo pork was placed in front of Yan Zhuoyu.

Most young people take photos before eating, and my grandmother also had this habit.

Yan Zhuoyu took a few photos and posted them on her WeChat Moments, then casually grabbed a bottle of orange juice and opened it.

After pouring Pei Weijin a small cup, she habitually glanced at the bottle cap.

"Eh?"

It says four words on it: "Win another bottle".

Yan Zhuoyu showed the bottle cap to the others and laughed, "Wow, who bought this drink? You won a prize!"

Fu Zhuchen raised his hand to claim credit.

After Yan Zhuoyu opened a bottle of prize-winning beverage, someone else opened two more in a row, making the winning rate extremely high.

The group chatted and laughed for a while, and Yan Zhuoyu said, "It seems everyone will have good luck next year, a great start! I wish everyone great success, prosperous careers, and abundant wealth next year!"

Everyone raised their glasses, chatting and laughing.

On such a happy day, Yan Zhuoyu, being a generous spender, naturally wouldn't forget her fans.

She sent out hundreds of thousands of yuan in red envelopes on Weibo. It seemed like a lot, but when divided among everyone who received a red envelope, there wasn't much left.

The company's products and stores on various shopping apps also launched discount activities simultaneously.

Uncle Jiang Hanzhou and Aunt Wen Yi each gave Yan Zhuoyu a red envelope containing 52,000 yuan, and also liked her WeChat Moments post, saying that they must visit Ms. Jiang next time they have the opportunity to return to China, and taste her cooking, as the dishes she makes are just too tempting.

When her elders gave her red envelopes, Yan Zhuoyu accepted them without hesitation. She then gave her cousin an even bigger red envelope; the girl was about to graduate high school and enter the workforce, so she needed to buy some things.

Yan Zhuoyu replied to the message with her left hand, while her right hand was held by Pei Weijin.

Tonight, apart from those who were driving home, almost everyone had a little to drink, and their body temperature was slightly higher than usual.

The two held hands tightly, their palms already sweaty, but neither of them took the initiative to let go.

With too many messages on her phone, Yan Zhuoyu couldn't reply to them all at once, so she simply put her phone away and planned to reply later.

Throughout this process, the man beside her remained unusually quiet.

Yan Zhuoyu turned to look at him.

Is this dough really that fun?

Pei Weijin had been keeping an eye on her out of the corner of his eye. When he noticed she was looking at him, he asked, "What's wrong, wife?"

As they were talking, he thought Yan Zhuoyu might want to eat oranges, but they were too far away and she wanted him to bring them over, so he got up and brought over a small plate of oranges.

The oranges had already been cut into pieces. Pei Weijin peeled off the outer peel and fed them to Yan Zhuoyu.

These oranges were brought by Lin Xiangyi. They were very fresh, sweet and juicy, and had just been taken out of the refrigerator. They were still slightly cool, which made Yan Zhuoyu squint her eyes.

"So sweet."

After giving her comments, she casually reached out her hand and asked, "Honey, where's my red envelope? When are you planning to send a red envelope to your smart and witty wife?"

Pei Weijin placed the dough he had been kneading for a while into her palm: "I haven't prepared the red envelope yet, can I use this to pay off the debt first?"

He shaped the dough into a little boy, holding a large heart in his arms, looking at Yan Zhuoyu with an endearing expression.

Yan Zhuoyu carefully picked up the little clay figurine and examined it closely: "What an adorable little boy! I never knew our CEO Pei had this skill."

The little sun behind her warmed her whole body, and a blush rose on her face.

Seeing that she liked it, Pei Weijin's smile deepened. He pointed to the little figure and said, "Do you like it? This is me."

"Of course I like it!"

Yan Zhuoyu was absolutely delighted with it; she gently touched the little figure's head with her fingertips.

It's still a bit soft; I need to find a way to shape it and store it away.

Pei Weijin presented Yan Zhuoyu with this image of himself holding a heart, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer: I love you.

Inside the room, the television was noisy but not annoying; everyone was chatting and laughing, and no one noticed the two of them.

Yan Zhuoyu pretended not to understand and pointed to the heart in the little figure's hand, asking, "Sweetie, what is this? I've never seen it before. Why is he holding this? Does it have any special meaning?"

Pei Weijin gently followed her words, saying, "This is a heart, it doesn't have any special meaning, it just expresses Pei Weijin's love for Yan Zhuoyu."

"Oh~ So that's what Pei Weijin means by loving Yan Zhuoyu. I'm enlightened. Thank you for your guidance, my husband."

Yan Zhuoyu pretended to suddenly understand and repeated it several times until she saw Pei Weijin blink unnaturally and his earlobes gradually turn red, then she stopped repeating herself like a broken record.