Feng Yin boiled the hand-rolled noodles in chicken broth.

Two chicken wings are placed on top of the noodles, and the chicken thighs and breasts are torn into strips by the wind and made into shredded chicken with red oil.

"You are really like a bandit leader, Yan Guo doesn't leave hair!"

"Why is there no left, the chicken head and chicken paws, don't they all leave you behind, there are heads and tails, it's not enough?"

Grandma Yun was defeated by Feng Yin's brazenness, and snorted angrily.

"I'm not eating!"

After Grandma Yun, who turned around and left, returned to her bedroom, she stuck her whole body on the door, took a glass very easily, and stuck it on the door to listen carefully.

I haven't been here yet!

Why don't you come and coax me!

Could it be that it was found to be a deliberate chicken soup?

No, she thinks she's acting pretty well.

The acting is so good, why doesn't this stinky girl come to coax me!

What a conscienceless one!

Grandma Yun was alone in the bedroom, tangled and tangled, and she didn't hear the footsteps of the wind.

At this time, Feng Yin was standing outside Grandma Yun's door, and she heard the muttering inside clearly.

The corners of her mouth turned up with a smile: she knew it!

Feng Yin didn't suspect it when she saw the chicken soup, but she suspected it when she saw the hand-rolled dough.

Although Grandma Yun can eat, the amount is not large, so many noodles, as well as the pot full of chicken soup and washed vegetables, are telling Feng Yin that this is specially prepared by Grandma Yun.

A hard-mouthed and soft-hearted old woman!

Feng Yin tiptoed against the wall and rubbed back, eating first.

The delicious chicken soup noodles were eaten by the wind, and the chicken was particularly tender.

Actually, it's not bad to have such a relative here.

Feng Yin alone eats all the chicken soup noodles and red oil shredded chicken.

"Comfortable!"

She felt like she was resurrected, but the bedroom one should have taken a step down.

The sound of clattering footsteps was much louder than usual, and Grandma Yun, who was suspicious and suspicious, was stunned and didn't notice it.

The moment she heard the footsteps, she quickly stepped back, hid the cup under the quilt, and lay on the bed in a strange and stiff position, pretending to read.

"Dangdang—-"

"What for!"

Grandma Yun's neck was straightened, and her eyes were fixed on the door.

"I'm going downstairs for a walk, do you want to come along, I heard that there is a night market nearby, aren't you full, I'll treat you to something delicious."

"What time is it, it's really uneasy! If you have to, I don't want to go. ”

Grandma Yun opened the door in ten seconds, complaining and walking in front, and when she saw the empty bowl, the corners of her mouth couldn't suppress the smile.

Feng Yin snickered in the back, old child, old child, the ancients did not deceive me.

An old and a young take Allah downstairs with the black girl.

In the elevator, Grandma Yun pointed to the floor where Cheng Yanqiu was and asked, "Don't call your little boyfriend." ”

"He's not here."

"Huh? Where did it go? ”

"I almost died a few days ago, and I'm recuperating at home."

Grandma Yun is stupid, what kind of adjective is this, or is it a real fact.

"To die?"

"Yes, he is not in good health, he is born weak and sickly, and he has a medicine jar."

Grandma Yun was really surprised, and took a few steps to keep up with Feng Yin, staring at her, and looking again.

"Why don't you look sad at all?"

"Can he not die if I am sad? Besides, I knew when I knew him that he didn't live long, and it was a very competitive element at the time. ”

Grandma Yun listened to the clouds in the fog, the young man's love, she really couldn't understand! (End of chapter)