Feng Yin pondered whether he should train himself a cooking helper, but after thinking about it, he still forgot it.

Counting, she doesn't have much time to cook for herself.

There's no need, it's a waste of effort.

Feng Yin quickly gathered his thoughts, and his men's movements were skillful and fast, and it didn't take long for the preparations to be done.

Cooking, when you are around the pot table, when you really fry and fry, you are not so tired.

The preparation work in the early stage is small and numerous, but it is really a bit tiring.

Remove the pot, heat the oil, and start today's dinner.

Feng Yin put the things that need to be stewed for a long time early in the pot, and the rest are dishes that have a short time, so it is not difficult.

The kitchen is big, there are four natural gas stoves, and all kinds of appliances, and after really doing it, it doesn't take much time.

Many dishes are cooked together.

Kazeyin prepared ten dishes.

Tomato brisket, garlic short ribs, fat sausage, spicy crab, garlic vermicelli shrimp, fried clams, Dongpo meat clay pot chicken soup, stir-fried salad with seasonal vegetables.

Ten dishes, all generous portions.

It's perfect.

The staple food, they eat hand-rolled noodles.

Grandma Yun's night was longevity noodles, and Feng Yin stretched it with her own hands.

The dishes are ready, everyone, you serve one and I will take one, and the dishes, chopsticks and dishes will be set up in a few clicks.

Feng Yin took out the wine, the drink, and drank whatever he wanted, and no one persuaded him, and the Lord opened his heart.

Feng Yin was the last to sit down, and everyone didn't move, waiting for her.

On the rectangular dining table, Grandma Yun sat in the main seat, her left hand side was Feng Yin, Cheng Yanqiu sat next to Feng Yin, and next to Xiang was the blue sky.

Grandma Yun's right hand is Lin Yu, followed by Li Sanyi and Zhang Boer.

Seven people, smiling and toasting, didn't say a happy birthday and longevity to Grandma Zhuyun, but simply said Cheers, and everyone started.

Feng Yin doesn't make many longevity noodles, only in a small bowl, which is the amount of one mouthful.

She knew that Grandma Yun couldn't eat much.

However, this side is extremely fine, smooth and delicate, not easy to break and not so hard.

The soup is delicious and moderately salty.

Speaking of which, this bowl of noodles is the dish that Feng Yin spent the most effort on.

"Is it delicious?"

Feng Yin sandwiched vegetables for Grandma Yun, and Grandma Yun nodded, her nose was a little blocked and uncomfortable.

"It's delicious."

"It's better when you try the food."

Feng Yin didn't mention it, Grandma Yun didn't mention it, and the people around him didn't mention it, everyone ate happily.

These people are familiar with each other.

There is no rule of not saying anything, as long as there is no food in the mouth, then talk about it, and have a good time, like a big family.

Grandma Yun was happy.

Watching these young kids have fun.

If she had known that she had a daughter, would she have had such a big family?

What's the use of thinking about that?

Grandma Yun couldn't help but laugh at herself, gathered her mind, and ate well.

A meal, eating, drinking, chatting, an hour passed.

After eating and drinking, no one is idle, and they dare not be idle.

One by one, they stood up diligently, cleaned up the dining table, and cleaned up the kitchen.

As for Wind Groan, she didn't use it at all.

The food is done, and she is still allowed to do the work?

Are you kidding.

As for Cheng Yanqiu, Feng Yin was also reluctant.

Therefore, she took Grandma Yun and Cheng Yanqiu to sit firmly on the sofa, turned on the TV boringly, and played something casually.

At about half past six in the afternoon, everyone left one by one.