Chapter 8

"You say, what did you do to make me angry?" Feng Yu caught her nervousness in his eyes, if this woman was pretending, then her disguise was too powerful?

But is there really a saying of a big change of personality in this world?

"I ...... I hate the piano, so I'm lazy......"

Feng Yu asked lightly: "What else?" ”

"I shouldn't have disobeyed my brother and gone to my brother's room to sleep, I will sleep alone obediently in the future, and I won't be afraid of thunder anymore."

Afraid of thunder?

Thinking of the thunder in the middle of the night that night, Feng Yu looked at her a few more times.

"Brother......" Shi Yu raised her pitiful little face, and when she was about to say something, her stomach rumbled, and she blushed and pulled the man's sleeve, "I'm hungry." ”

Feng Yu watched her intimate tugging movements, and this time he didn't wave her away.

"What do you want to eat?" Feng Yu asked casually.

"I want to eat the shrimp porridge that my brother used to cook, and I want to put a lot of shrimp porridge." Shi Yu showed a very cute smile, and through Feng Yu's face, she thought of her past life.

Her brother Yu is the best at cooking.

She is especially good at cooking porridge, and she never gets tired of eating it.

Feng Yu squinted at the serious-looking woman in front of her, she fantasized that she was an older brother who could cook? Or is she deliberately embarrassed?

She shouldn't have the guts to do it, right?

"Am I upsetting my brother again? Then I won't eat it, I won't eat porridge anymore, my brother can let me eat anything, I'm not a picky eater. Her stomach was rumbling, coupled with her restless movement of waving her hands, and she looked cautious for fear of upsetting people, Feng Yu suddenly stood up.

Strode out of her room.

subsequently

I heard screams and screams from the kitchen downstairs, the sound of pots and pans falling to the floor, and the occasional man scolding 'damn it'!

After a burst of chickens and dogs, Feng Yu came over with a bowl of porridge, his white shirt was full of oil stains, and his pants were stained with large stains, and he was in a particularly bad mood and put the black porridge on the table.

"The porridge you want!"

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to continue this game with her, he wouldn't have bothered to suffer this kind of torture.

Shi Yu almost burst out laughing.

It's embarrassing.

Who told you to be so fierce to others with a face like Brother Yu? Deserve!

Shi Yu was funny in his heart, but on the surface, he looked at the embarrassed man in front of him with extra soft admiration, his eyes were shining, and he raised his head: "Great, I've been hungry for a long time, brother!" ”

Feng Yu felt as if he had endured it to the limit, and gritted his teeth; "You're not a child!"

"My brother used to feed me!" Shi Yu pointed at his finger aggrievedly, peeking at him fearfully and expectantly.

"That was before, now eat it yourself!" Feng Yu was a little impatient, but looking at her peeping expression, he felt funny, and he couldn't help but persuade patiently.

Feng Yu's cooperation was unexpected by Shiyu, because this is a game, one pretending to be stupid, and the other pretending to be a good brother.

Whoever shows a flaw loses.

Shi Yu turned her head and looked at this man who looked exactly like Brother Yu, her adoring and attachment eyes were even stronger, as if Brother Yu, whom she relied on the most, was still alive to accompany her, and couldn't help but be coquettish: "My hand hurts, it hurts." ”

In the past, Brother Yu would definitely touch her head gently, and then gently blow the porridge and feed her one bite at a time.

There was a stiff and familiar touch above his head, and Shi Yu's mask almost couldn't be put on.

Tears almost flowed.