My Family Raised A Proud Wife

[MFRAPW] Chapter 17.2 — That Big, Bad Wolf Voice Couldn’t Have Come From His Mouth

“Then what about Sister Feng?” Mi Xi suddenly asked. 

Chen Ying told her she can talk to Feng Xin on the phone. Mi Xi sincerely apologized to Feng Xin and expressed condolences for her injury. She wanted to visit her, but Chen Ying said it was better if she didn’t go out yet. 

In fact, Mi Xi still couldn’t quite grasp the dangers of what happened. She thought that maybe she beat someone and was photographed and everyone wanted to send her to the police, but her uncle and aunt said ‘no’. If one was to ask her, she really couldn’t understand. But they must have their reasons for doing this, and of course she had to listen to their caring words.

“We’ll take good care of Sister Feng and her injuries. I asked Secretary Lu to leave a sum of money with her, so you don’t have to worry.”

“En,” Mi Xi nodded then stopped talking. 

Chen Ying looked at her, not knowing what was going on in her little head. Forget it, it seemed that she had no clear idea about finding a partner, so he had to help her check things out. However, first of all, she had to be taught how to live in this world, so that she won’t scare others whenever she went out for a walk.

“Mi Xi, you don’t have to sit so straight, you can relax and lean on the sofa to be comfortable.”

Mi Xi blinked her eyes.

“Sofas are made to tilt and toss in.”

Mi Xi blinked again, then leaned back. Chen Ying stepped over, sighed, and leaned on the sofa on the other side, with his legs still up. Mi Xi watched, her brows raised unconsciously, her eyes showing a little reproach that she couldn’t fully hide. 

But Chen Ying didn’t feel embarrassed at all, so he blinked at her and asked, “Mi Xi, are you tired?”

Mixi nodded.

“How about having steamed dumplings for dinner?”

The little girl’s eyes lit up immediately.

“But you can’t go out.”

The little girl’s face collapsed, her mouth pursed.

“So we’re just going to call for delivery.”

Not quite understanding, Mi Xi tilted her head.

Chen Ying laughed so hard that his shoulders shrugged. Mi Xi didn’t know what was funny at all, she frowned and looked at him, her small face blank. Seeing her expression, Chen Ying continued to laugh.

How can there be such a rich expression, like someone from a cartoon. Chen Ying covered his face with one hand and continued to laugh. Mi Xi had enough. When Chen Ying next looked up, Mi Xi had changed her expression, this time staring at him seriously, with a hint of—he interpreted it—um, maybe disdain?

“Okay,” Chen Ying cleared his throat. He took out his mobile phone and put it on the tea table, then went into the study to get a pen and paper, and wrote a series of number for Mi Xi to read, “Do you recognize these numbers?”

Mi Xi nodded. She remembered what Sister Feng taught her today.

“Dial this number, this is the directory assistance. Ask them to help you find out the delivery number of Dim Sum Restaurant.” Chen Ying stuffed the phone into Mi Xi’s hand. “Do you still remember how to make a phone call? Press these numbers, then press this green button, then put the phone to your ear, and when you hear someone talking, tell him, you need to check the delivery number of Dim Sum Restaurant. If there is anything you don’t understand, just ask me, I’m here. You can repeat the number out loud when he gives you the number, and I’ll write it down for you.”

Mi Xi took the phone, feeling very nervous. She felt like she was about to do something big. She hesitated for a while and did not dial. Chen Ying was about to urge her, but she heard her ask, “What is ‘delivery’??”

Chen Ying squatted in front of the coffee table, waiting to write down the number, “Delivery means that people get food delivered to their homes. We have to call the restaurant and let them know what we want to eat and where we live. Okay! Let’s try delivery. Do you understand?”

Mi Xi nodded, she understood. She looked at the phone, then at the paper with the number written on it, took a deep breath, and dialed the number with a heroic face. The call was connected quickly, and Mi Xi—full of nervous energy—sat upright when she heard someone say “Hello” on the other end of the line.

“Uh, uh…” She stuttered, what should I say?

“Tell him we want to ask for a phone number.”

“We need to ask for a phone number,” Mi Xi followed Chen Ying’s words. “What to check?” Mi Xi subconsciously repeated the words on the other end of the phone and looked at Chen Ying.

“Dim Sum Restaurant,” Chen Ying reminded her.

“Dim Sum Restaurant… delivery… phone number.” After the six words were panted out, divided into three unequal parts due to nervousness, Mi Xi’s heart was already pounding. The other side acknowledged the request, and after a while they read off a series of numbers, Mi Xi repeated it nervously, and Chen Ying wrote them down.

Done! Chen Ying smiled at Mi Xi. Mi Xi breathed a sigh of relief and hung up the phone, feeling very happy indeed.

“Go on.” Chen Ying pushed the numbered paper in front of Mi Xi. “Call this number and order food. Tell the person who answers the phone what we want to eat and ask him to deliver it to our home. Do you know the address of our home?”

Mixi nodded.

“You know?” Chen Ying was a little surprised.

“I asked Sister Feng today.”

“Okay, good job. Then you can call.” Chen Ying tapped the piece of paper.

Mi Xi took a deep breath and started to dial the phone. While waiting for the other party to answer, she kept looking at Chen Ying nervously. Chen Ying smiled encouragingly at her, and then the phone was connected, and Mi Xi said timidly first, “Hello.” 

That voice made Chen Ying want to laugh again.

Mi Xi glanced at him, and Chen Ying tried to correct his expression—this was serious business.

“We want to eat, uh, steamed dumplings.” The other party said something, and Mi Xi continued, “I want steamed dumplings.” The other party seemed to say something else, and Mi Xi said again, “I want steamed dumplings.”

Chen Ying was a little dumbfounded, don’t stress about buns, silly, they must be asking what kind of steamed dumplings you want.

“Well, steamed dumplings,” Mi Xi said the phrase for the fourth time. 

If Chen Ying had internal strength, he would definitely be able to break the coffee table.

The other end of the phone asked if it was the signature soupy meat dumplings. Mi Xi nodded and said, “Three bamboo baskets.” She remembered that the last time she ate the two of them, they ate a total of three baskets. She had two baskets, and Uncle Chen Ying had one. 

Chen Ying half lay down on the coffee table, worried about his portion, “Two more baskets of crab roe steamed dumplings.” Why only give him this little bit, this was dinner, okay, dinner!

“Two baskets of crab roe steamed dumplings,” Mi Xi obediently repeated.

“Two more bowls of century egg and lean meat congee,” Chen Ying continued to instruct, and Mi Xi repeated. 

Then he asked what else she wanted. Mi Xi thought for a while, took a peek at Chen Ying’s expression, and then said to the phone, “Two ice cream cones.”

Chen Ying continued to lie on the coffee table, trying not to grab the phone.

“No?” Mi Xi said, her face falling. She turned to the unresponsive Chen Ying. “They don’t have ice cream cones.”

Chen Ying rubbed his forehead, no need to tell him that in such a pitiful and sympathetic tone— since he didn’t want to eat ice cream anyway, he didn’t feel regretful at all. Mi Xi couldn’t get support from Chen Ying, so she could only purse her lips. The other party seemed to be confirming the orders, Mi Xi agreed, and then told the other party their address. 

After a while, the phone call finally finished and Mi Xi let out a long sigh of relief.