Before Lin Zhen and Song Wei could even lift a finger, the others at the table had already thrown those troublemakers out.
A few children sat on the ground, crying and throwing tantrums, but they were also dragged outside.
“If you’d just eaten properly, Lin Zhen wouldn’t have bothered with you, and neither would we. But you had to grab food with your hands, make a mess everywhere, and even spit. That table wasn’t just for you—you were given face but didn’t want it.”
If they’d just eaten properly, no one would’ve paid them any mind. But they had to make trouble.
Old Fourth Lin and his family scrambled to their feet and tried to get back in, but Lin Zhen let the wolves out.
These were wolves that had fought in the wild. Song Wei and Lin Zhen had never tried to tame their ferocity. Just standing there, they exuded an intimidating presence.
Old Fourth Lin’s family was cowardly. The adults didn’t dare step forward, let alone the children. All they could do was drool at the smell lingering in the air.
“It’s all your fault for not keeping an eye on the kids!”
Old Fourth Lin grew angrier the more he thought about it. He turned around and slapped his wife.
If they’d behaved, they could’ve eaten their fill of all those meat dishes today.
Now, Old Fourth Lin was filled with regret.
His wife, not one to take it lying down, screeched and clawed at his face.
“How dare you blame me! You sat there doing nothing yourself, shamelessly hogging all the meat dishes. I must’ve been cursed in a past life to end up with a useless man like you!”
The children sat on the ground crying, wailing that they wanted to eat meat.
The scene instantly descended into chaos.
The two were like dogs biting each other, fur flying everywhere. The wedding guests inside could hear the commotion and were tempted to watch the drama outside.
But compared to the spectacle, the food was more important.
Today’s feast was truly delicious. It was worth coming on an empty stomach just for this.
If you weren’t quick enough, the meat would be gone, and you’d miss out.
All in all, every guest left satisfied, their bellies full, and they couldn’t stop praising the event.
“They were so generous with the wedding banquet—their future is sure to be prosperous.”
“Both of them are capable. Why don’t I have such a capable son?”
After the meal, the women in the village voluntarily helped clean up and wash the dishes.
There was no hope for leftovers—every last bit of food was packed up and taken away.
Lin Zhen and Song Wei were perfectly happy with that.
They didn’t want to eat leftovers the next day.
The men carried their tables and stools back home and swept the courtyard clean.
As the crowd thinned, the Lin residence gradually grew quiet.
Only close friends stayed behind to help with the final cleanup.
Lin Zhen and Song Wei didn’t idle around either.
After such a tiring day, aside from the incident with Old Fourth Lin, the overall outcome was satisfying.
“There are three fish left. Let’s cook them tomorrow morning and invite Great Uncle and Uncle Lei’s families over to eat.”
They still had fish left from yesterday’s catch.
Lin Zhen nodded. “Sure.”
Once everything was mostly tidied up, Song Wei went to wash her hair and take a bath.
After her bath, she lay in bed, drowsy and on the verge of falling asleep.
Just as she was about to drift off, Lin Zhen came in.
Although the two had been engaged before, they had always maintained proper boundaries.
Holding hands and kissing were fine, but they had never shared a bed.
This was the first time—on their wedding day.
Winter nights are most prone to snowfall. It was freezing outside, but the temperature inside the house was steadily rising.
The next day, Song Wei, who was always an early riser, couldn’t get out of bed.
So this was how it felt the day after doing that—so utterly miserable.
Song Wei lay in bed like a salted fish, covers pulled over her head, drowsy and unable to get up. She didn’t want to move, and her body ached all over.
But that didn’t stop her from kicking the man beside her out of bed.
“Go make breakfast.”
She was both sleepy and hungry.
Lin Zhen got up, rubbed his nose without a hint of complaint, put on his clothes, and dutifully went to cook.
As he dressed, he hissed softly—his back was covered in scratches, looking rather pitiful.
But Lin Zhen was in high spirits, radiating joy as he made his way to the kitchen.
There, he ran into his brother-in-law.
Song Jing glanced at him. “How do you cook this fish?”
“I’ll handle it. Brother, could you go invite Great Uncle and Uncle Lei’s family over?”
Song Jing was younger than Lin Zhen, but since Lin Zhen had married his sister, he dared to accept being called “brother.”
Song Jing didn’t argue about the kitchen—the ingredients here were different from those in the south.
Watching Lin Zhen busy himself in the kitchen, Song Jing felt relatively satisfied.
Ever since he learned his sister was dating Lin Zhen, most of the household chores had been handled by Lin Zhen.
Cooking, laundry—he never showed the slightest reluctance.
That was enough. How many men could measure up to Lin Zhen?
Even though she’d married into a rural family, sometimes the person you marry matters more than their status.
Before long, Aunt Xinghua and the aunts from Great Uncle’s family came to the kitchen to help, shooing Lin Zhen out.
“Go make Song Wei some malted milk.”
Lin Zhen agreed and hurried off to prepare the drink.
Little Lin Ping’an circled around his feet.
“Where’s Sister Song? Isn’t she up yet?”
Lin Zhen glanced at him. “Why are you still calling her ‘Sister Song’? It’s time to change that. From now on, call her sister-in-law.”
“Oh, I’ll go wake sister-in-law up.”
“Get back here.”
He grabbed the boy by the collar and pulled him back.
“Your sister-in-law is a woman. Don’t go into her room from now on.”
Lin Ping’an protested, “Then how come you get to go into her room?”
“She and I are married now. Just do as I say.”
He prepared a bowl of malted milk. “There’s a little left—you can have it.”
Then he took the malted milk to the bedroom.
He coaxed Song Wei awake to drink it, his face slightly flushed.
“Can you get up? Or do you want to sleep a bit longer?”
Song Wei yawned. “Are the aunts here already?”
“They’re here.”
Song Wei sat up. “Then I won’t sleep anymore. Remember to feed the eaglet.”
Lin Zhen nodded. “I know. I’ll go cut the meat now.”
He looked at her nervously. “Are you okay? Is your back sore? Do you want me to massage it for you?”
Song Wei retorted, “I could still take you in a fight!”
Soreness aside, she still had plenty of energy left.
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