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Transmigrated & Triumphant: Defying Destiny's Chosen One-Chapter 634 - 91: A Family of Wonderful People_4
They spent the night on the train, and though they caught some sleep, it was nothing like resting in a proper bed.
For breakfast, there was only enough time to eat a dry biscuit with hot water on the train.
They initially thought they could have a decent meal at the in-laws’ house to treat themselves, but unexpectedly, lunch was just a bowl of coarse soup!
And it was leftover!
Now dinner was delayed until this time, and the two siblings, sleepy and hungry, felt their stomachs were empty, utterly lacking energy.
Luckily, they finally made it to this point.
However...
Just before sitting down, Wen Juan suddenly stopped in her tracks, staring in shock at Shi Suifeng leisurely washing his hands at the washstand, her face turning pale!
Before she could react, Shi Suifeng picked up a towel and shouted:
"Little He, come wash your hands."
As he spoke, a fair-skinned, delicate-featured girl quickly ran over, and Shi Suifeng pressed her hands into the basin with a splash.
Little He?
Wen Juan’s face was not only pale but was now filled with burning jealousy—so this is Chu River?!
She was the one who ruined my plans back then!
Otherwise, I would have married Shi Suifeng long ago!
Unexpectedly, they’re still together!
Looking at Shi Suifeng, so many years have passed, and even I’ve become older and haggard, but he looks just like he did back home in the old days.
His eyebrows are perfectly shaped, and his demeanor is relaxed.
—I’m so mad!
...
At this moment, a huge anger surged in her heart, making Wen Juan momentarily forget to worry about whether her identity would be exposed.
Until Chen Jian Country, puzzled, looked at her:
"Wen Juan, why aren’t you coming over to eat?"
Only then did Wen Juan feel a shiver all over, her face went pale.
Oh no.
Sure enough, Shi Suifeng turned his head.
For a moment, all was silent, and Wen Juan could only hear her own heart pounding.
Who knew Shi Suifeng’s gaze would pass over her, as if looking at an inconspicuous weed, before quickly looking down again, rolling up Chu River’s sleeves:
"Don’t get them wet."
Shi Suifeng’s care has always been so considerate, and Chu River had long grown accustomed—to be honest, Chang Geng never did this before.
Sigh, thinking about it makes you reluctant.
"Come on, hurry, dinner’s ready."
Aunt Niu already knew her temper, and now came over with the last dish.
Everyone at the table gathered around, and after a brief stalemate between Old Man Niu and Shi Suifeng for the top seat, they soon settled down quietly.
Counting them up, Shi Suifeng, Chu River, Chen Changhai, Da Dan, plus seven from the Niu Family, the table was seated with 11 people.
Quite a crowd.
During the brief introduction earlier, Chen Jian Country had learned that the person sitting next to Old Niu was actually a military officer from next door—
Tsk.
These Niu Family folks don’t know how to do things, they don’t even let him sit at the top seat!
So now he was particularly enthusiastic:
"They say distant relatives can’t compare to close neighbors, and for all these years, in the countryside, with my elderly parents, Brother Shi, we’ve relied on you to take care of things for us."
Shi Suifeng smiled:
"Not bad."
Chen Jian Country:...
He awkwardly placed the wine glass that had just reached his hand back down.
—What kind of person is this, can’t even say polite words? Shouldn’t he say something modest, and then I would agree, we’d clink our glasses and slowly build a rapport?
Honestly, the whole day today, every time I tried to say something polite, no one knew how to respond, it’s too frustrating.
Niu Qing had managed to suppress his anger, but Shi Suifeng easily made Chen Jian Country retreat with those simple words, and he almost laughed.
Quickly, he picked up his chopsticks and added a piece of meat to Niu Hong’s plate:
"Da Hong, have some more, look how thin you’ve become! After marriage, you’ve been too busy, not looking well at all."
This statement was no exaggeration.
However, saying this made Chen Jian Country feel somewhat disgraced, he quickly nodded eagerly:
"Yes, Brother, Da Hong has indeed been working hard at home over these years, I’m the one who’s useless!"
"Sigh!"
Sister-in-law Liu quickly intervened: "How could you say that? Yes, you’re useless, but saying it out loud makes it hard for us to respond properly!"
Chen Jian Country:...
Dammit!
Is this what you call resolving a conflict?
These Niu Family folks seem to have inherited an inability to converse properly!
I don’t even know how they manage to live like this today, truly lucky.
He, being a man, couldn’t say much to Sister-in-law Niu, so he quickly kicked Wen Juan’s foot.
But the other person jerked and seemed to snap out of a daze.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, she managed a stiff smile:
"Aunt, thank you for making all these dishes, it’s been hard on you."
Chen Jian Country quickly added, "Yes, Mom, you’ve been too kind to me, making such a big table of food, it must have been exhausting!"
"Well, there’s no choice."
The traditionally tongue-tied Aunt Niu sighed:
"My daughter and daughter-in-law’s skills are just average, we’ve been busy all evening to make these few dishes, and my eldest son’s just dumb, only knows how to chop wood, can’t help us at all."
"You know, raising a daughter, hasn’t helped us relieve any burden."
"Indeed it’s been exhausting."
—What do you mean by that? Are you saying neither of them lent a hand?
Are you saying Niu Hong’s husband can’t do any work?
Chen Jian Country was furious!
He hadn’t even visited many times as a son-in-law, and there’s already blatant criticism disguised as kind words at the first proper meal?
Wen Juan understood it too.
She watched Chen Jian Country, sneakily glanced at Shi Suifeng and Chu River across, and was anxious and worried, her cheeks flushed with anger.
Shi Suifeng, however, raised a brow, glancing again at the familiar Wen Juan, thinking:
No wonder Da Dan said there’d be a good show tonight, to keep from laughing—
These Niu Family folks really are extraordinary.






