"The newspaper is the opposite."

Feng Yin said casually, and Grandma Yun panicked to adjust.

Can....

"It's the other way around!"

Grandma Yun, who blurted out, immediately had a sense of failure in chess, and the unwillingness to admit defeat in her bones was even more than when she was young.

Don't fight for steamed buns, she is an old woman who has lived for decades, and she can't fight a little girl!

One old and one young, completely competed.

Feng Yin turned his back to Grandma Yun, and in the mirror in front of him, he happened to see Grandma Yun's every move.

Old kids, old kids, that's true.

"Wow!"

Allah yelled twice at Grandma Yun, not impatient, not loud, and the black girl was hiding behind Ala, looking like a little wife who wanted to see but didn't dare to look.

"Let me introduce you, she's my relative, and I'm going to live here in the future, and she'll take care of you and the brunette, be polite, you know?"

"What relatives? I'm your grandmother! In some local dialects, I'm your grandma! ”

I am your grandmother, the tone is wrong, the tone is wrong, and it sounds even more wrong.

"The brunette is too small, pay attention to civilized language."

Feng Yin deliberately misinterpreted Grandma Yun's words, didn't answer the conversation at all, and was even more reluctant to change her words.

"This is Allah, this is a black girl, the three of you will spend a lot of time together in the future."

Grandma Yun meets Allah and the black girl.

Allah is very smart and can understand a lot of words, the black girl can't see what the IQ is, and she has always been the feeling of a little wife, following Ala.

The appearance of the black girl is really old and small, and there is no one who doesn't like it.

In the house, there is one more dog and one person, which is really much more lively than before.

At this time, it was still morning, and Feng Yin shouted to Grandma Yun to cook together.

"Don't be fully cooked, Allah doesn't like it."

Wind Yin stood aside and sprinkled an unknown handful of hay-like objects on a clay pot.

Grandma Yun, who was frying steak, skillfully fried steak, and said with a little pride: "My cooking skills are unique, and your grandfather likes to eat my cooking." ”

"Really? What kind of cuisine will they have? ”

This is the first time that Feng Yin has followed Grandma Yun's words, and Grandma Yun immediately said: "Eight major cuisines, integrating Chinese and Western, as long as you say it, I will do it." ”

"How's that, what's at stake?"

Feng Yin nodded, looking sideways at Grandma Yun.

The alarm sounded in Grandma Yun's head, it was going to be bad!

Sure enough, the wind's triumphant smile uttered cold words.

"Then in the future, three meals a day plus supper will trouble you, don't repeat the dishes every day, or I'm sorry for your craftsmanship."

"I, I, I, I—you, you, you, you ——— okay!"

Grandma Yun used a shovel to make a lot of noise, and her eyes drifted to the wind from time to time, as if waiting for the wind to ask: Why are you so loud? Angry? What's wrong?

Several questions were rehearsed in Grandma Yun's mind, weaving the answers, but Feng Yin was still tinkering with a clay pot without giving her a look.

Failed again!

This is a true portrayal of Grandma Yun's heart, as for being angry, not so much.

Her life experience is too rich, and she only finds such things interesting, and she doesn't really get angry at all.

Even, she feels that now is life.

The treatment in the hospital, waiting for death, and the life of not being able to eat or drink, that is hell.

A breakfast was made in such an atmosphere.

Feng Yin poured out the contents of the clay pot, a bowl of black, with a little sticky medicine, exuding a strange pungent smell, and was brought to the table by her. (End of chapter)