Chapter 718 I received this gift in my previous life!
"Humph! If you can see it, then you can see it. Why do you have to expose it to others?"

An Wenjing complained with an awkward smile and handed the bag to Chen Hui.

"Open it and take a look! Where do I have hands?"

Chen Hui spread his hands.

I hold a notebook in my left hand and a pen in my right hand, so I have no hands free.

"Are you really going to let me dismantle it?"

"This is a gift to you, you should open it yourself!" said An Wenjing.

"It's so sour, did my aunt break the vinegar jar?"

Chen Hui said as he was about to go out to see.

An Wenjing reached out and pulled him back, scolding him with a smile: "Hateful!"

"Okay, open it quickly! You're obviously dying to see it." Chen Hui joked.

An Wenjing said nothing more and gently opened the bag, revealing a paper box inside.

Open the box and take out the gift.

A handmade wind chime made from the shell of a shishi mussel.

"what?!"

When Chen Hui saw this, he suddenly felt like, "Am I dreaming?"

He had received this thing before in his previous life. He accepted the gift but did not accept the gift from the person who gave it.

Is this Te Miao's fate? !
"Eh?! Brother Chen Hui, this shell looks so familiar?"

"This is the shellfish we had last time, right? Which one should we eat with chicken broth?"

"I didn't expect this shell could be used like this. It looks great! Huang Wenqian has such a deft hand!"

An Wenjing unexpectedly liked this very much.

Hold the wind chime horizontally in front of your eyes and blow into it.

The wind chime is made of two layers, inside and outside, and there are bells hanging on the ground on the inner layer.

The collision of shells and the sound of the bells underneath, a small wind chime, produced two completely different crisp sounds.

"If you like, I'll leave it to you. I don't understand this kind of little girl stuff anyway."

Chen Hui also recorded this wind chime in the account book of favors.

An Wenjing hesitated for a while.

Put the wind chime back into the box and put it into the light pink cloth bag.

Put the bag together with the things Huang Xiu Lian and others gave.

"Huh?! Not hanging it up?" Chen Hui asked in confusion.

"Huang Wenqian may still come to our house again."

"If the wind chime is hung in a corner, she will definitely feel uncomfortable when she sees it."

"Hang it in a very conspicuous place, and I'm afraid she will misunderstand and think you are responding to her."

"It's better to treasure such a kind gesture," An Wenjing explained.

"That makes sense! My wife is really smart!"

Chen Hui praised her with a thumbs up in a somewhat deliberate and exaggerated manner.

"of course!"

An Wenjing smiled happily.

Let it go for the fact that Chen Hui accepted a gift from a little girl who admired him.

"Wife, I don't know what books and clothes you are going to bring."

"Take this back upstairs, and pack your belongings."

"Take the money you collected today and your passbook with you. Go to town to deposit it after get off work tomorrow."

Chen Hui handed her the notebook in his hand.

"Got it! Leave it to me!" An Wenjing took the notebook and went upstairs.

Chen Hui took the fabric he bought for Chen Huihong and went into the kitchen to find her.

Chen Huihong was severely criticized and educated for secretly hiding money in other people's closets.

Then he gave the cloth to Chen Huihong and told her to remember to use it to make clothes.

Chen Huihong accepted the cloth.

More serious criticism was made of Chen Hui's use of the term "other people's families".

As for the matter of him secretly buying cloth for others.

Chen Huihong also threatened viciously: "Next time if you dare to spend money recklessly, I will give you a good lesson with a dry bamboo stick."

"Aunt, you are too cruel, aren't you?"

"I was just giving you a verbal lesson, but you wanted to beat me up?" Chen Hui was unconvinced. "Why? Do you want to beat me up too?"

"I wouldn't dare to do that even if I had the guts of a bear or a leopard."

"That's good to know. Let's go back."

Chen Huihong put the cloth aside and took off her apron and hung it up.

"Where is my uncle?" Chen Hui asked, looking around.

"I went to play at Master Jiang's house with Wu Si. I'll go call them."

"You ride a motorcycle faster, here's the key to the house, just go over there when you're done."

As Chen Huihong spoke, she took out the key from her pocket and gave it to Chen Hui.

She walked out with a big bag of cloth and a smile on her face.

"Although my aunt said she wanted to beat you up, she was still very happy every time you bought her something."

An Wenjing packed her things and came down from the second floor, saying with a smile.

"How can I be unhappy about receiving a gift? She's just worried that I don't have money and will spend it recklessly."

Chen Hui reached out and took the cloth bag that An Wenjing brought down.

Hang the bag on the motorcycle and drive it to the village road outside.

An Wenjing locked the doors inside and outside.

Holding one of Chen Hui's shoulders, he took a step forward and sat behind him.

"Wife, do you feel like something is missing?"

"Um?!"

An Wenjing tilted her head and looked at the person in front of her in confusion.

Chen Hui smiled and pulled her slender wrist around his waist.

"Head."

"Oh!"

An Wenjing responded and put her head against Chen Hui's back.

The two rode their bikes to Lin Jiao's house.

An Wenyi heard the noise of the tuk-tuk and ran out, shouting, "Sister! Brother-in-law!"

"Go back to sleep, we will be back in two days."

Chen Hui waved at her, and the motorcycle passed by the store and went straight to the village entrance.

"Chen Hui! Chen Hui!"

Uncle Lin heard the noise and came out of the house to call him.

Before Chen Hui could respond, the motorcycle had already gone up the slope and disappeared at the entrance of the village.

Wu Shuisheng and several others came from Jiang Houfa's house.

Seeing this, Chen Huihong strode over and asked, "Brother Jia, do you have something to do with Chen Hui? This kid must not have heard you, and he didn't ignore you on purpose."

"It's not an urgent matter. I just want to ask about the banquet he is hosting today." Uncle Lin said, turning around.

"Huh?!" Chen Huihong was a little confused.

All the happy events that should be celebrated in Uncle Lin's family have been completed.

"Hey! These are Lin Shan and Lin Hai. They couldn't read before, and now they don't have any skills."

"How much money can you make from farming in a year? If the weather is bad, you won't even have enough to eat."

"I see that the fees charged by those working today are quite high. We should be able to make a lot of money by holding this event."

"I was thinking, could we have one at home?"

Uncle Lin smiled embarrassedly.

Although he did some work in the village, he was still different from people who had a formal job.

The development of his two sons is not as good as his own.

"Well, that's true."

"It's only 50 yuan for one show. If I can come twice a month, it would be more than 1,000 yuan a year."

"I'll ask Chen Hui for you. When he comes back, I'll ask him to come find you."

Chen Huihong analyzed the idea and felt that Uncle Lin’s idea was very good.

"Okay! Then go back slowly, it's getting dark."

Uncle Lin said with a smile.

The two exchanged a few casual words.

When Wu Shuisheng and Chen Huihong returned to their home in Dasa Village, Chen Hui and An Wenjing had already finished their shower and went into their room to watch TV.

(End of this chapter)