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Chapter 239 Can those ears move too?

Pei Weijin always kept his word, and as soon as the matter was mentioned that day, he immediately set about having it made.

"We'll have to wait a bit longer. The wolf tail is a custom-made electric model, which will take half a month to complete."

"It moves?"

Yan Zhuoyu's interest was instantly piqued, and her mind immediately conjured up certain explicit images:

The man wore a semi-transparent shirt with gray and white wolf ears. He knelt on the ground with his hands behind his back. His back was taut, his eyes were cold, and his posture was full of wild desire. His fluffy wolf tail swayed seductively behind him.

She touched her nose, gesturing for Pei Weijin to lower his head, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Can your ears move too?"

Someone is very good at putting the phrase "give an inch and then a mile" into practice.

Pei Weijin's answer was affirmative: "It will move."

The New Year's Eve dinner was lavishly prepared. In the center of the round wooden table sat a steaming steamed sea bass, symbolizing abundance year after year. Next to it were steamed hairy crabs brimming with roe and fat, and abalone and chicken stewed to a golden brown, their aroma filling the air.

Lin Qinglan deliberately placed several dishes that Yan Zhuoyu had previously praised in front of her, almost all of which were meat dishes, showing that she knew her tastes very well.

With Pei Weijin by her side, Yan Zhuoyu didn't have to worry about not being able to reach the dishes that were far away.

Her gaze lingered on the dish for only a moment before her husband used serving chopsticks to place some of it on a small plate in front of them.

Yunwan Garden is not far from the city center. At this time, you can already hear the crackling of firecrackers outside, and the clinking of porcelain bowls and chopsticks on the dining table is full of the warmth of everyday life.

Pei Weijin picked up a piece of bright red Dongpo pork and placed it on the small plate in front of Yan Zhuoyu, saying softly, "Try this. Uncle Li knows you love meat, so he specially modified the recipe according to your preferences and added plum wine."

The Dongpo pork was stewed until very tender, and it wobbled a few times when it was put down.

Yan Zhuoyu took a bite and was amazed by the taste: "It really is! The fruity acidity of the plum balances it out, so it's not greasy at all."

She quickly finished a piece of Dongpo pork, which tasted especially delicious with rice.

Since her job required her to control her diet, she hadn't eaten so freely in a long time. It wasn't that Qiao Xinyun was restricting her diet, but rather that she would have to exercise for a long time to burn off whatever she ate, so it was better to eat something simpler and save energy.

Pei Weijin didn't have a particular fondness for food, but seeing how happily Yan Zhuoyu was eating, he ate a little more as well.

After that, he would occasionally serve Yan Zhuoyu food and soup.

Yan Zhuoyu put down her soup bowl and whispered to him, "Honey, the decoration of Yunwan Garden has always retained the ancient style. If you keep putting food on my plate like this, I'll start to think that you're my personal 'serving servant'."

Pei Weijin smiled, refilled her soup, and calmly replied, "I'm here to serve you. I hope Miss Yan will give me a good review later."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Yan Zhuoyu recalled some of the scripts from before and nudged him guiltily with her leg. The elders were still there; what nonsense were you talking about?

After dinner, the remaining servants busied themselves clearing away the dishes.

Yan Zhuoyu and Pei Weijin had some rare free time during the Spring Festival holiday, so they sat leisurely on the sofa, leaning against each other and playing games.

Pei Jincheng sat alone at the tea table, flipping through a thick family photo album, his fingers gently stroking the photos.

When Yan Zhuoyu got up to get water, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the photo Pei Jincheng was looking at.

The photo shows two children. One looks like Pei Weijin when he was a child, around twelve years old. He looks somewhat similar to how he looked in Jiangjia Village, only much taller.

As for the other one, Yan Zhuoyu guessed it should be Pei Ruolin.

During the Lunar New Year, when families are reunited, Pei Weijin is still at home. Is Pei Jincheng missing Pei Ruolin again?

Thinking of this, Yan Zhuoyu put the cup down a little harder, and the glass gently tapped on the wooden cabinet with a crisp "bang".

The sound wasn't loud, but it was enough to attract Pei Jincheng's attention.

Yan Zhuoyu was pouring water into another cup, the sound of the water flowing gently. She said calmly, "No matter how beautiful the photos are, they can only preserve the past. What's past is past, but the future is still within reach. Cherishing the people in front of you is the most important thing."

After saying these words, she felt a moment of disorientation.

In the past few years, it was Sister Liuye who used these words to comfort her. She listened to them over and over again for many years. Now it's actually her turn to say them to others. It's really strange.

Pei Jincheng was taken aback upon hearing this, and looked up at Yan Zhuoyu with a complicated expression.

He wanted to say something, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

After Yan Zhuoyu left, he slowly took all of Pei Ruolin's photos down from the album.

Back in the living room, Yan Zhuoyu handed Pei Weijin a glass of water and asked about the game's progress: "Did you revive me? How many people are left alive?"

Pei Weijin freed one hand to take the water glass, then looked down, and his game character was killed by the enemy, falling in front of the respawn base.

She was just one step away from being resurrected.

"..."

Yan Zhuoyu sighed helplessly: "Are we really that bad at this? Why don't we invite Xiaoyuezi to come and play together?"

Pei Weijin calmly took a sip of water: "No need, I just want the two of us to play. Trust me, we'll definitely win next time."

Although Yan Zhuoyu muttered "I don't believe you," she had already smoothly tapped the "ready" button, and the two started another game.

Lin Qinglan and Aunt Jiang sat on another sofa, cracking sunflower seeds and occasionally glancing at the two children with smiles, waiting for the Spring Festival Gala to begin.

It's unclear what the two were talking about, but Lin Qinglan suddenly stood up and ran excitedly to the study, bringing out a stack of red paper: "Xiao Yan, A Jin, after you finish playing the game, come over and write a few 'Fu' characters together and stick them in the courtyard."

She spread out the red paper and then went to find a brush and other writing tools: "If Aunt Jiang hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten that we haven't changed the 'Fu' character yet this year. I was so busy inviting you all over to play. Now that all the young people are here, it's a good time to write a few 'Fu' characters and share in the joy."

Yan Zhuoyu clearly distinguishes between what's more important, games or family.

She controlled the character to hide in the house, then turned off her phone screen and pulled Pei Weijin to the desk to write the character "福" (fortune/blessing).

Lin Qinglan had already prepared the writing tools such as brush, ink, paper and inkstone. When she saw Yan Zhuoyu walk over, she handed her a writing brush: "Here, Xiao Yan, this brush is yours. After you finish writing, I will stick it on the front door. When guests come, I will show it off to them."

Yan Zhuoyu took the brush, dipped it in ink, and teased, "I've never studied calligraphy systematically. If I don't write well, you can't renege on your promise. You'll have to praise me even if you have to."

Lin Qinglan was amused by her.

Yan Zhuoyu only attended a few calligraphy classes organized by the school during junior high school. These were mostly performance-oriented, meant for school leaders, and didn't have much real value.

Even so, the "福" (fortune) character she wrote was still vigorous, powerful, and lively.

Yan Zhuoyu stopped writing after writing on only two sheets of red paper, just as Pei Weijin finished writing.

Compared to Yan Zhuoyu's unrestrained and elegant handwriting, Pei Weijin's handwriting is more composed and restrained.