After the Eldest Sister-in-law Died Young, Dai Wen Remarried

The photographer seemed very satisfied and generously let them pick two more pictures.

Yun Qinghuan asked Bai Naihan, "Do you have any photos you want to choose?"

The man's fingertips paused, and his eyes fell faintly on a photo.

The film was very blurry, but Yun Qinghuan could still vaguely see it. She had heard the photographer yelling at her just now when she was taking the photo, but she didn't pay attention. When the two of them turned around, she kissed him on the cheek as expected.

It was fleeting, but the camera recorded this moment.

In fact, the kiss was too short. Yun Qinghuan couldn't remember what this unexpected kiss felt like. She just felt that her face was very hot, and her sharp eyes saw the red tips of the man's ears.

The two people seemed to be electrocuted, and they leaned back a long way.

The photographer knew that they were a couple and joked, "The kids are so big, why are they so shy to kiss each other on the cheek? Come on, look at the camera!"

Yun Qinghuan took a deep breath and did not explain that the two of them had just received the certificate not long ago, and it was still a fake marriage.

The man also had a tacit understanding and didn't say much.

At this moment, thinking of these, Yun Qinghuan's calm face turned red again, "Do you want this one?"

She pointed to the slightly ambiguous photo.

The man paused, looked away, shook his head, and pointed directly to the other photo next to the negative, which was a photo of the three of them together, "This one.

Yun Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, but it was a bit embarrassing to think that she was so narcissistic that she thought he would choose the photo of her kissing her face.

Yun Qinghuan gave An An the autonomy to choose the next photo. The boy was so happy that he happily chose a photo of himself making a face.

Yun Qinghuan simply didn't notice. His funny look was completely different from usual, a bit funny.

After selecting the photos, the photographer asked them if they wanted to rush them. If they wanted to hurry, they would have to pay an extra two yuan and they could pick them up the next day. If not, it would take half a month to pick them up. Yun Qinghuan was not in a hurry and told the photographer. Come and pick it up when you have time.

After leaving the photo studio, it was almost time for lunch. The town was so big, and the state-owned hotel was not too far from the photo studio. A few people walked in and prepared to order food.

This was the second time An An entered a state-owned hotel, and she was as excited as the first time. She looked everywhere.

Yun Qinghuan had been here a few times, so there was nothing new about it. The chubby Chef Bai who he met for the first time still had a bad attitude and asked them what they wanted to eat, and then cooked it.

Yun Qinghuan doesn't care about people's attitudes. After all, if you can work as a chef in a state-owned hotel in this era, you can indeed walk with your nostrils in the sky.

As long as the food is delicious.

I ordered four large meat buns, two more rice dishes, one sweet and sour carp and one braised pork. I didn’t order any vegetarian dishes. Since I came to a state-owned restaurant, I definitely had to eat meat dishes to satisfy my appetite.

It was still some time before the food was served, but the man said something to Yun Qinghuan and went out.

Yun Qinghuan guessed that he might have gone to the toilet, so he didn't ask any questions.

In this day and age, many people have dry toilets built behind their yards. If you want to go to the toilet in town, you have to go to someone else's dry toilet.

Yun Qinghuan couldn't stand the smell, so she usually drank less water and tried to reduce the frequency of going to the toilet outside.

She is now very lucky that the Bai family's toilet is in the yard, but the pit is outside the yard. It is also a rare pit made of cement. It is a relatively clean toilet, unlike some people in the village who just put a big tank in the toilet. , put two wooden boards on top of the big tank to stand on. The manure was about to overflow and there was no one to pick it up. The crickets were all crawling around...

It feels like standing on it to go to the toilet and you could fall into the cesspool at any time.

Thinking of this, Yun Qinghuan almost vomited out the last night's meal, and quickly stopped reminiscing, otherwise she would not be able to eat even the best meal later.

On the other side, Bai Naihan quickly walked to the door of the photo studio. When the photographer saw the man returning, he was surprised and said, "Comrade, what's wrong? Do you have any instructions?"

"Comrade, did you throw away the film just now?"

"No." The photographer shook his head.

The man pursed his lips and raised a smile, "Can I add one more photo? But I request that this photo not be together with the previous photos. I will come and take it separately when I have time."

"Okay." Naturally, the photographer agreed, and he made an extra dollar.

When he saw the photo of the kissing face chosen, the master showed a joking smile, "Comrade, I understand, don't worry, I will definitely not let your wife know."

The photographer looked like someone who had come before, "Looking at how old you are, I didn't expect you to be so innocent."

Bai Naihan was a little embarrassed, so he took out the money, and then walked out. His steps were a little fast, and his back looked like he was running away.

The photographer touched his non-existent beard and smiled brightly.

"You are still young after all!"

At his age, it is rare to have such sincere feelings.

If a photographer lived in modern times, I'm afraid he would know that there is a word that can describe Bai Naihan very well, and that is "sultry!"

He had acted so disapprovingly in front of Yun Qinghuan just now, but turned around and ran over eagerly, fearing that the film would be destroyed.

Here, as soon as Bai Naihan stepped into the door of the state-owned hotel, Yun Qinghuan noticed him and waved to him happily.

The man walked slowly towards her with a smile in his eyes and a steady pace.

"You came just in time, the food has just been served."

Yun Qing smiled and handed over the chopsticks. Seeing that he was about to eat with the chopsticks, she hesitated for a while and suggested, "Hanhan, why don't you go wash your hands?"

I've just gone to the toilet. Isn't it unhygienic if I don't wash my hands?

Bai Naihan felt that her gaze was a little strange, so he put down his chopsticks uncomfortably, "That's fine."

Although he had already washed his hands with water in the backyard when he came to the state-owned hotel, he had just given the money to the photographer, so it was better to wash his hands again for better hygiene.

Qing Huan seems to like cleanliness very much, and she always reminds her nephew to wash his hands before eating.

The smile on the man's lips became even wider.

An'an's eyes lit up when she saw her little uncle coming back from washing his hands. He stared straight at the person. When he and his mother started using chopsticks, the little guy hurriedly picked up a large piece of braised pork.

Put it directly into your mouth, it has a faint sweet taste and is so delicious that you almost bite off your tongue.

An An had been hungry for a long time, especially when the food came, and his stomach growled uncontrollably, but his mother said that he would wait until his uncle came back to eat together, and that he could only move his chopsticks when everyone else moved them, otherwise he would Not polite.

An An didn't know what it meant to be polite, but he knew that every time the fat boy in the village ate, he would reach out to grab the vegetables and eat first. He didn't like this very much. I thought this was what my mother meant by being impolite.

Thinking of the fat baby, An An frowned slightly subconsciously. He didn't like the fat baby, and naturally he didn't want to become an ungrateful child like the fat baby.