bookrandom Chapter 495 Lin Ye & Lin Jiayao
Chapter 495 Lin Ye & Lin Jiayao
Vivian paused, then blinked. "Is it liquid?"
Lin Feng nodded: "Yes, 'Qi' is the 'Qi' in 'Qi Qiao' (a Chinese idiom meaning 'seven skillful things'), and 'Ye' is the 'Ye' in 'liquid' (meaning 'liquid'). The state he was in when he was born was like his body had turned into liquid, so this name is quite fitting."
Vivian nodded thoughtfully, about to say something, when Xia Ning's voice drifted in from the doorway.
"Too straightforward."
She pushed the door open and came in, looking at Lin Feng with a serious expression:
"How will you let your child introduce themselves when they go to school? 'Hello everyone, my name is Lin Qiye, is it the 'Ye' in 'liquid'?"
Lin Feng thought about it and felt that it made sense.
Xia Ning continued, "How about calling him Lin Qiye, the 'night' in 'nighttime'?"
Lin Feng was about to nod when he suddenly felt a jolt.
He remembered the protagonist of a novel.
The boy who fought the gods in the mist, the man burdened with a heavy destiny, that…
Lin Feng shook his head: "Oh no, it's the same as the protagonist of a book."
"How about we name him Lin Qiye? — Huo Huaye, meaning a magnificent display of firelight."
Xia Ning shook her head: "Isn't that a bit odd? The child's talent is liquid transformation. If you name him 'Ye,' which represents a blazing fire, water and fire are incompatible. Wouldn't that dry up the liquid?"
"Listen to me, let's use 'night' instead—if you don't want to share a name with the protagonist of that novel, let's call you Lin Ye."
Lin Feng thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, then let's call him Lin Ye."
Vivian gently stroked the soft golden hair of the little one in her arms, whispering softly:
"Lin Ye, little Ye Ye...our little Ye Ye."
The little one in my arms seemed to truly understand its name. Its eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened a crack, revealing a pair of clear blue eyes.
Seeing the tender scene between the mother and son, Lin Feng smiled gently and reached out to lightly kiss Vivian's lips.
"Get some rest, I'll go check on Mengmeng again."
Vivian nodded gently: "Go ahead."
Lin Feng responded, took another deep look at Lin Ye in the swaddling clothes, then turned around, gently closed the door of the delivery room, and quickly walked towards Leng Meng's ward next door.
Hearing the door open, Leng Meng looked up, a slight smile curving her lips:
"You're back? Are Vivian and the baby alright?"
"All is well," Lin Feng said, walking quickly to the bedside. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Leng Meng's forehead, then gazed tenderly at his daughter in the swaddling clothes. "I've chosen a name for our son, Lin Ye."
Leng Meng nodded slightly: "It sounds nice."
Lin Feng didn't say much, and skillfully bent down to begin the second round of "work".
This time, the situation is completely different.
If Vivian is like groundwater that gushes forth when you dig with a shovel, then Leng Meng's well is a classic example of "deeply hidden".
Lin Feng worked for a long time, his forehead beaded with sweat, but he reaped very little reward.
He frowned, increased his efforts and patience, and repeatedly cleared and tried, as if he were opening up a river channel that had been blocked for many years, removing obstacles little by little and widening the path bit by bit.
Leng Meng bit her lip, remaining silent, but her cheeks had turned from slightly red to deep red, and even her neck was tinged with a light pink.
finally--
After repeated efforts, the well water finally gushed out.
Leng Meng let out a long breath, and her tense body finally relaxed.
She raised her hand and gently touched Lin Feng's lips with her fingertips—there was a cut on his lips from the force she had just used.
She ran her thumb over the spot and whispered, "You've worked hard, honey."
Lin Feng smiled slightly, took her hand and pressed it against his cheek, his tone carrying a hint of mischievous amusement:
"This is practically a reward, why bother?"
Leng Meng smiled and rolled her eyes at him, then reached out and hugged her daughter to her chest.
The little guy's mouth accurately found its target, and it immediately quieted down, starting to eat attentively, occasionally letting out soft, satisfied hums.
Leng Meng looked down at her daughter, gently stroking her soft, black baby hair with her fingertips, her gaze falling on Lin Feng's face:
Let's give our daughter a name.
Lin Feng nodded, looked at the small, delicate face in the swaddling clothes, thought seriously for a few seconds, and then said:
"Let's call her Lin Jiayao."
"It's a homonym for 'delicious food,'" he explained, "which suits her culinary talent."
"In addition, the character '瑶' itself has a good meaning - 瑶台, 瑶池, 瑶华 are all beautiful images."
Leng Meng nodded, a satisfied smile curving her lips: "That's good, this one."
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Three days later, at dusk, the garden was filled with the aroma of charcoal and cumin.
Lin Feng stood in front of the grill, holding a long pair of tongs in his right hand and adjusting the position of the skewers with his left hand from time to time. His movements were fluid and graceful, with the ease of a master butcher dissecting an ox.
"Honey, the pork belly is ready." Xia Ning walked over carrying a full plate, her forehead beaded with sweat.
Lin Feng took the plate, used tongs to push the pork belly slices onto the grill, and the slices, with their alternating layers of fat and lean meat, curled up immediately when heated, their edges turning a crispy golden brown.
Su Wan was squatting in front of the folding table, mixing the dipping sauce.
She placed the bowl of sauce next to the grill, and Lin Feng casually picked up a skewer of freshly grilled lamb, dipped it in the sauce, and handed it to her: "Try it."
Su Wan took a bite, her eyes immediately narrowed, she mumbled something, and gave a thumbs up.
Xia Ning leaned over and grabbed a skewer, breathing out hot air as it burned her, but the expression on her face said it all.
Leng Meng sat on the picnic mat, holding Xiao Jiayao in her arms. The little one had just finished eating and was dozing off with her eyes half-closed. Her eyelashes were long, her little fists were clenched around her mother's collar, and there was still a drop of milk on the corner of her mouth.
Vivian sat next to her, holding her son Lin Ye in her arms.
Little Nighty was awake, her gray-blue eyes fixed on the direction of the grill, her little mouth opening and closing as if mimicking chewing.
Vivian was amused by his appearance and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead: "You can't eat yet, stop looking."
At the other end of the garden, Vassim and Evelyn were catching fireflies with little Chixia by the grass.
Zhixia was wearing a pale yellow dress, with two little pigtails, clutching a glass jar in her hand, and running around on the grass on tiptoe.
The spotted dog wagged its tail and followed behind, occasionally getting attracted by fireflies, only to miss them, then tilting its head with a puzzled expression.
"Here! Here!" Zhixia shouted excitedly.
Vassim bent over, cupping his hands in a cupping motion, and carefully approached a firefly that had landed on a blade of grass.
Just as he was about to reach out, the firefly flew away, making Xia giggle.
Evelyn couldn't stand it any longer, so she walked over and made a lightning-fast move—scooping up a firefly in mid-air with her right hand.
Zhixia excitedly handed over the glass jar, and Evelyn gently placed the fireflies inside.
"Wow!" Zhi Xia's eyes lit up.
Just then, Tang Xiaofu's phone rang.
She took her phone out of her pocket and glanced at the caller ID—"Father".
Tang Xiaofu made a "shh" gesture to everyone, then took a deep breath, answered the phone, and put it on speakerphone.
"Dad~"