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It wasn't until this night that Feng Suisui finally ate the Sai Crab he had been longing for.

The cold Sai Crab doesn't taste much like crab, but seeing He Chen's distraught look, Feng Suisui didn't dare to ask him to make new ones, so he had to wrong his stomach and eat some cold rice and cold dishes .

He Chen didn't realize that he didn't cook dinner at all. After seeing off Si Buhui's uncle, his mind was always in a state of emptiness, and from time to time he recalled that he kindly held his hand and invited him to return to Si's house as soon as possible.

"Lady, I didn't know that uncle would come over suddenly." He Chen came back to his senses, lowered his head and found that he was holding a bowl full of rice, and Si Buhui picked up a chopstick of braised pork and put it into his bowl.

He Chen opened his mouth, his face turned red before he could speak, "Your family knows about the two of us."

Si Buhui nodded, and a look of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes, "Grandpa came home not long after putting the pot out, and he shared the photo of his wife and the address of this shop in the family WeChat group."

He Chen felt his eyes go dark, "Wait where did he get my photo?"

Si Buhui silently took out his mobile phone, operated it clumsily, finally clicked on WeChat, and found the blocked family group.He kept scrolling up the chat history without changing his face, and after looking through it for a long time, he handed the phone to He Chen.

He Chen took the phone and took a look. In a WeChat group called "Happy Big Family", a person nicknamed "Si Jia I have the final say" posted a photo of himself in the group. Push open the door and look out.From the clothes and the confused look in his eyes, He Chen basically judged that it was taken by Grandpa Si the day he "touched porcelain" and fell on the door.

Si family, I have the final say, come and see, this is the daughter-in-law we don't regret, I have tried it first, good cooking skills and good looks, if I am almost 80 years old, I really

He and I have the final say how you really want to smile

The Si family, I have the final say, I really want to organize the whole wedding for our grandson.

He said it’s fine, I see you run outside every day if you have nothing to do, you have this ability but you don’t have the energy to hold a wedding Smile

Seeing the two extremely similar nicknames and the tone of their conversation, He Chen pulled La Si Buhui's sleeve, pointed to their avatars and asked, "Are these two your grandparents?"

Si Buhui corrected him earnestly, "They are our grandparents."

The conversation between the two was followed by fancy congratulations from a bunch of people with weird names and avatars. After a long time, a person whose avatar was a flower and nicknamed "Nanke" asked, "After talking for so long, why don't you?" Sorry for not responding"

Immediately below, a person nicknamed "I'm the director" jumped out and replied, "Honey, your son is the one who uses the least electronic products in the whole family. I bet he won't see it until at least half a month later."

Then the topic was diverted to "When will Si Buhui see the congratulations here?" A group of people made bets on some things that He Chen had never even heard of. The longest bet was for half a year. A man named "Jonathan", his bet was ten tickets to Jiang Cheng's concert; the shortest bet was "I am the director" who had bet for half a month, and his bet was two bottles of Baiyun Shao plus a leave note.

Nan Ke Yimeng, Yimeng then contacted the information about his parents from Pei Xuan and Si Buhui, and He Chen confirmed that "Nanke" and "I am the director" are Si Buhui's parents.

He made fun of his son's bad electronic equipment in the family group very naturally, and even took out something to bet. The corner of He Chen's mouth twitched, and he commented, "Unexpectedly, uncle and aunt are quite lively."

Si Buhui touched his nose in embarrassment, and looked up at the sky, "So don't worry, lady, marry into our family, they all like you very much."

Is this the issue we are discussing now? He Chen glanced at him dumbfounded, pointed to the head of the man named Jonathan curiously and asked, "Who is this man? Why does he have ten tickets for Jiang Cheng's concert?"

You must know that Jiang Cheng is currently the hottest male singer in China, and his concert tickets will be sold out as soon as they go on sale. What kind of ability does this Jonathan have to get ten tickets in one go? He Chen is curious about this very.

Si Buhui leaned over and took a look, "Oh, he is my third aunt."

"Jonathan sounds like a boy's name." He Chen touched his chin and asked, "What's her Chinese name?"

Si Buhui looked at He Chen with surprised eyes, "Miss, didn't you already call out his name just now?"

"Ah..." He Chen couldn't figure it out, and tried to recall whose names he had just mentioned. After thinking about it, it seemed that he just mentioned "Jiang Cheng's concert ticket".

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly had a wonderful premonition, "Could your third aunt be Jiang Cheng?"

Si Buhui nodded, confirming He Chen's guess, "Yes, they got married last year."

Now He Chen's mood is more subtle.As a passerby fan of Jiang Cheng, he occasionally hums Jiang Cheng's songs when he is free, and chases after Jiang Cheng's shows, so he is still half a fan of Jiang Cheng and Concubine Wan.What could be more heart-wrenching than being torn apart by the target's relatives? But since it was Si Buhui's third uncle, He Chen, an image of a middle-aged man with a pot belly immediately appeared in his mind.

"Miss, what's the matter?" Si Buhui asked worriedly seeing He Chen's eyes staring straight and unable to speak for a long time.

He Chen came back to his senses, and asked with an embarrassed expression, "Your third uncle, he is a nobleman this year."

Si Buhui thought for a while and replied, "It should be 27, my birthday just passed last month."

Fortunately, he is only 27 years old. Well, realizing the age issue, He Chen widened his eyes again, and said in disbelief, "Your third uncle is only 27 years old this year." So is it possible that fourth uncle is even younger?

"That's right," Si Buhui nodded, and soon realized where He Chen was shocked, and quickly explained, "The four of them didn't decide the order of worship according to age, in fact, my fourth uncle was the oldest. the one."

"What's the basis for that?"

Si Buhui was silent for a while, before revealing the answer, "The stroke order of the surname. My fourth uncle's surname is Wei."

Si only had five paintings, Yan had sixteen, and Wei Gao had seventeen. The fourth uncle suffered from a complicated surname.

"So how long did it take you to find out about this this time?" He Chen finished scrolling through all the chat records, and his anger at Si Buhui for not informing this matter in time has completely dissipated, and his current focus has been put aside. It's about who can win this bet.

Si Buhui was silent for a while, and then reluctantly said, "After uncle leaves in the afternoon."

In the afternoon, before leaving, Uncle Si casually asked, "Who should have won the bet in the group?" After seeing his nephew's confused eyes, he was sure that his nephew hadn't even read the group news from three months ago. .

Patting his nephew's shoulder with a complicated expression, Uncle Si sighed and said, "Remember to look at the family group when you have time." Thinking of the group of middle-aged and elderly people in the group who are as fast as typists, Uncle Si added, "Go forward. Turn over more."

He Chen completely forgave Si Buhui, he suspected that if the uncle didn't say anything today, this person might not remember that he still has a family WeChat group where he can talk and chat until this time next year.

"Actually, until last year, the third uncle was the person in the whole family who was the least able to use electronic products," Si Buhui saw that He Chen looked at him with a strange expression, and he immediately chose without hesitation, full of a sense of crisis. Betrayed third uncle, "His WeChat account was also applied for by my third aunt last year. Before that, he didn't even have a mobile phone."

He Chen felt that Si Buhui's irritable expression was quite cute, so he intentionally wanted to tease him, so he deliberately grabbed a few key words in his words and asked, "Before last year, it means that he has used it quite well now." .”

"That's because my third aunt only likes to contact him via WeChat." Si Buhui's voice weakened again, with a very wronged expression on his face.

"Then you can also use WeChat to contact me," He Chen shook his phone with a smile, "This way you won't forget to go to the family group."

"Third Aunt has to go out for concerts often, and Third Uncle has tasks from the Celestial Masters Association to do, but I'm different." Si Buhui shook his head resolutely, "I want to be with my wife all the time, and I don't need to contact you on WeChat. "

Feng Suisui, who had been silently eating dog food by the side for a long time, choked on a mouthful of Sai crabs. He coughed twice, hurriedly picked up the cup and gurgled down his stomach with water, only to feel better.

Sha Yi lost his mind for love and committed an unforgivable crime, and the youngest and most powerful demon catcher in the entire Si family seems to have signs of giving up his bright future for love.

This is really incomprehensible to the young little monster who is only 43 years old.

"Korky." Feng Suisui bent down, picked up the black cat who was buried in eating fried chicken, reached out and stroked its head, and sighed, "Love is really a tormenting thing."

"Meow" the black cat unceremoniously grabbed Feng Suisui's finger, and rolled his eyes at him.

Don't ask cats, they don't know what love is

A breeze blew in at the door, causing the open door to shake slightly, and a few grains of imperceptible yellow sand moved gently under the door rail.

"That's right, why is Sha Yi's gift a tablet?" Feng Suisui suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

The charming atmosphere disappeared immediately, seeing the displeased expression on Si Buhui's face, He Chen couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Perhaps she is paying homage to her dead girl's heart."

The betrayal and mistrust of her lover, that is her dead love.