After saying this, Feng Yichen entered the kitchen.

Jian Chu looked at the reassurance at the door of the kitchen and smiled.

Xiao Yi was obviously in a good mood, the pain in his leg had passed, he leaned back on the sofa, looked at Jian Chu, and stopped talking.

Jian Chu turned around and saw his son's tangled face, and asked, "What's wrong, is the wound hurting again?" ”

Listening to the nervous voice, Xiao Yi hurriedly shook his head.

After that, he also looked at the direction of the kitchen door, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "When can we continue to live with Uncle Feng?" ”

The tentative, uncertain tone asked cautiously.

Although he is also doing well in the Cheng family now, he still wants to live with Feng Yichen.

I feel that there is a place for Feng Yichen and Jian Chu, which can be regarded as a home in the complete sense.

Jian Chu was stunned for a moment, then looked at the kitchen.

It turns out that the two of them are already used to the life of Feng Yichen?

Thinking about his previous decision, Jian Chu pursed his lips and chuckled: "When the banquet is over, we will move back, okay?" ”

Xiao Yi suddenly laughed and nodded vigorously.

Then he was a little distressed: "But grandpa will be very sad, right?" And the uncles. ”

Indeed, she thinks well now, but the old man and the brothers of the Cheng family will not necessarily let them move out.

What's more, it may be even more difficult to move out and live with Feng Yichen.

Jian Chu thought for a moment and chuckled.

"It's okay, it's good that we go back to see them often."

In any case, the matter of moving out is decided, and as for the rest, we can only figure out a way when the time comes.

Feng Yichen's hands and feet were very sharp, saying that it was an hour, it was an hour.

Jian Chu looked at the sumptuous dishes and couldn't help but be speechless.

It's only been a long time, and Feng Yichen's skills seem to have improved again.

Not to mention the taste, even the appearance is a bit of a big hotel's posture.

Jian Chu was dumbfounded.

She thinks that her craft is quite good, although it is only home cooking, but the taste is okay.

Feng Yichen was still a novice cook at the beginning, and she still remembers the black history of carob.

How long has it been since we were able to make a big hotel standard?

After a while, Jian Chu looked at Feng Yichen expressionlessly.

"You recently signed up for a cooking class?"

Feng Yichen raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he was in a happy mood.

"Is this a compliment to me?"

Jian Chu's cheeks puffed out when he heard this, unbalanced.

On the side, Xiao Yi had already picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the dish, and as soon as he took the first bite, his eyes lit up, and he didn't hesitate to clap his ass.

"Uncle Feng, you are so amazing, these ribs are delicious and beautiful, just like the big restaurant that my mother took me to before."

Listening to his son's praise, Feng Yichen was very useful.

He hadn't paid much attention to it, but he had heard his son's adoring tone and big sparkling eyes.

Feng Yichen felt that he could ponder and ponder.

Jian Chu bit his chopsticks and looked at the dish in front of him, with a resentful expression.

Feng Yichen looked at the little girl's unbalanced appearance with amusement, raised his hand and rubbed the soft long hair.

"Master taught me well."

Listening to the steps handed over by Feng Yichen, Jian Chu blinked, and then he couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"Okay, it's good for me to teach."

The girl raised her neck arrogantly, a little proud.