Shen Ji silently stood at the back of the crowd, his gaze never leaving the radiant woman in front of others; a hint of lancholy tinted his gentle eyes.
Not far from there, Mo Yan, Lixiu, and the others had already taken out all the barbecue equipnt, ingredients, and charcoal from the bamboo baskets, preparing to start the fire for grilling.
"I’ll do it!" Seeing Mo Yan taking out flint to ignite the dry pine needles, Xiao Ruiyuan stepped forward to take over. With what looked like an effortless strike, sparks flew, and the pine needles caught fire, blazing energetically.
"Wow, brother-in-law, you’re so good to my big sister!" Zhenzhen, who ran over to watch the commotion, just happened to see this scene and couldn’t help exclaiming out loud.
With her call, the attention of others was instantly drawn. Seeing Xiao Ruiyuan lighting the fire himself and rembering that the barbecue equipnt and ingredients were also carried by him in the bamboo basket, their esteem for him grew a few notches.
Han Zhiyun patted his friend’s shoulder with an envious and begrudging tone, "You do have an eye for picking a good son-in-law for the Yan girl! If only my Yao’er weren’t so young, I’d be tempted to snatch this lad for myself!"
Mo Qingze gave him a look, saying with in a tone that could infuriate soone to death, "That’s if you can even snatch him away!"
Han Zhiyun, stifling his anger, bit out, "Don’t be so smug! With that cold face of his, he could freeze soone to death, and you playing the intimidating father-in-law might not work out as you think."
"Is this the classic case of ’sour grapes’?" Mo Qingze hit the nail on the head, ruthlessly exposing his friend’s little sches.
"You..." Han Zhiyun, irritated to the point of rolling his eyes, was about to retort when Lady Han discreetly pinched him and spoke up to stop him, "You’re in your forties, yet here you are, bickering in front of the children, aren’t you ashad of being laughed at?"
"Pff! Hehe—" Liu Tinglan and several children from the Han Family had already been covering their mouths and snickering. Hearing Lady Han’s words, they couldn’t hold back their laughter any longer.
Han Zhiyun grimaced, rubbing his waist where he’d been pinched, and glared at the several gleefully laughing little turnips. Through gritted teeth, he threatened, "Don’t laugh! Keep laughing, and you won’t get any grilled at later."
Upon hearing this, the children imdiately stopped laughing. They might skip a al, but delicious grilled at was not to be missed.
Mo Qingze, patting the head of Han Zhiyun’s young daughter, said softly, "Don’t worry, all those barbecue tools and ingredients belong to Uncle, and Uncle will give you so to eat. Your father’s share will be given to you too!"
"Yay!" The children exclaid in delight, rushing forward to hug Mo Qingze’s legs, flattering, "Uncle Mo is the most generous and the best!"
Looking at the several "traitorous" little ones, Han Zhiyun felt like grabbing them one by one and spanking them.
But before he could act, the little ones, as if they had eyes in the backs of their heads, quickly hid behind Mo Qingze, only revealing their fluffy little heads, which looked irresistibly cute!
Confronted by several pairs of innocent little eyes, even the fiercest anger in his heart would subside by more than half, and as Han Zhiyun wasn’t really angry, he was even less willing to lay a hand on them. He ruffled their heads a couple of tis, then "let them off."
After the laughter and teasing, everyone finally turned their attention back to the at grilling, only to realize that the so-called barbecue was not as they had imagined. It wasn’t about setting up a fra to hang the at above a fire to grill, nor was it like the Barbarian Countries where people would use an iron trough and bamboo skewers to grill the at placed over it. Instead, it was an iron rack-like object with a grid in the middle where red-hot charcoal burned, and on top, there was a round iron plate with a rim.
Pointing at the grill, Han Zhiyun asked curiously, "Yan girl, what is this? Is the grilled at you speak of to be cooked on this thing? Won’t it burn?"
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