Facing the loving smile on Feng Songshuai's face and his clenched fists, the little Lin Chen swallowed a big mouthful of saliva with a "gudong" sound, and the gaze in his big eyes was wandering.

Lin Chen saw the fifth brother he once admired most who was struggling to stand up straight, but the hand holding the big hammer was shaking.

The new father is better than the fifth brother.

That shows that the new father’s fists must be the most powerful in the world!

If he gets his father's fist, he will be more powerful than Fifth Brother!

Lin Chen's little mind had clear logic. After thinking it through, he nodded vigorously, "Well, daddy gives me a fist! I want the strongest fist!"

This puts Feng Song in a bit of a dilemma.

The strongest... Her most powerful punch can knock the senior brother out a meter away. If used on this little son's fragile body, the opponent would probably bleed from his orifices with just one punch and whimper right there.

However, this picture is quite good. There are some things that you can only know if you have a son. For example, this picture now is a typical "father is kind and son is filial".

Feng Song was a little confused, but Mrs. Lin knew that this little Taoist priest was not following common sense at all. The little Taoist priest actually wanted to use his fists to greet her son who looked like a little bean sprout!

Mrs. Lin hurriedly came over to smooth things over.

"Xiaodao... have you eaten?"

When Feng Song heard this, he rubbed his flat belly and looked at Mrs. Lin with a slightly different look.

She said politely.

"I haven't eaten yet. I'm waiting for your treat."

Feng Song is a very simple person. When Mrs. Lin heard this, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, then let's eat first! Housekeeper... where is the housekeeper? Cook and eat! Hurry up and cook!"

Cook quickly, otherwise her little son’s round head, which he managed to sleep out of as a child, might turn into a flat head overnight!

The housekeeper, hurry up and save her son's head!

Mrs. Lin's urgent voice received no response. Lin Qi, the boss of the Lin family, put his hand to his lips and coughed weakly twice, reminding him.

"Ahem...Mom, in order to greet this little guy, you have already sent the housekeeper away."

Mrs. Lin slapped herself on the head when she heard this.

"Yes, yes, send him away! Then I'll call him and send him back. What if there's no one to cook? Just wait, I'll ask someone to come over and cook!"

Feng Song noticed that her eldest son seemed to have discovered something and calmly called her "Xiao Dao". It seemed that Mrs. Lin had leaked the information and that he was trying to reveal his father's identity.

But it's impossible to break that.

Because, I am your dad, ever-changing.

Faced with Mrs. Lin's enthusiasm, Feng Song waved his hand grandly, "Don't bother others with things like eating. This is the first time I see the children, so let me cook."

Mrs. Lin's expression froze, and for some reason she thought of the way the Taoist priest met her for the first time in a Taoist temple, holding a chicken in his hand.

What she thought of was not the chicken, but the way the little Taoist priest glanced at her sideways, which was really amazing...

Mrs. Lin didn't know how she could have such a bad idea. Why did she shake her head vigorously to get rid of the messy thoughts, "No, no, no, how can I trouble you!"

Feng Song patted the big bag beside her grandly, and the big bag that had taken out three anti-personnel weapons but was still bulging made a slapping sound. Her face was full of expectation.

Lin Fengling found that damn, the expression on this kid's face was exactly the same as when his father cooked for them for the first time.

But the question is, how old is this kid? How can he show such a fatherly expression to someone who is several years older than him?

"What a hell."

Lin Fengling muttered a few words in a low voice.

Feng Song's ears caught the voice of her second son, and a smile appeared on her face.

Her son praised her for her amazing cooking skills.

She has long been used to this kind of praise, and her master and senior brothers also praise her in this way.

In fact, how is she so powerful?

My cooking skills are as good as a ghost.

Since her sons have praised her, she must not be held back by cooking. She said to Mrs. Lin, "Where is the kitchen? I'll show my sons my skills."

Mrs. Lin knew that their sons were very picky about eating. When their family ate as a family, the children always had to be invited by the housekeeper, servants and herself. However, they would not eat even if they were invited, and they would only be picky after eating.

The little Taoist priest worked so hard down the mountain, so he asked him to cook for these picky little guys, just in case the little Taoist priest got angry...

Then who will help her educate her children?

Mrs. Lin understands the meaning of "to make a horse run, you must let the horse eat enough" and "boil the frog in warm water". Don't scare the trail leader away first.

Mrs. Lin said considerately.

"It's really not necessary."

Feng Song casually picked up the terrifyingly heavy bag and looked around, "I don't think so. You don't need to send it to me. I'll do it myself. The kitchen is right here. It's quite a big place and it's suitable for me to do my best."

"

"By the way, I just happened to bring some medicinal materials and boil some medicine for my son to treat Yang/wei."

As soon as the words "yang/wei" came out, the eyes of everyone in the hall fell between Lin Qi's legs. Everyone's eyes were very subtle. At this time, only Mrs. Lin was crying.

Lin Qi took a deep breath, anger showing on his fairy-like lazy face, "That's enough! One by one of you!"

Lin Fengling, the second eldest son of the Lin family, raised her peach blossom eyes and clicked her tongue.

"This disease is a serious one. There's no point in hiding it, brother."

Lin Qi patted the armrest of the rocking chair, "I didn't! Move your eyes away! Otherwise I will make you really..."

"No, that's a eunuch? This... it's not a problem for Dad. Dad can pick one up for you even if you don't have one. As for the material, do you want it to be made from a dog or a deer? You can also choose a pig."

Feng Song's confused voice came from the kitchen door. Her serious tone revealed that she really cared about her son.

She didn't look down upon or doubt him, but actively solved the problem.

What a responsible dad!

Feng Song was moved by him.

What is excellence?

Just one sentence, startled the frogs to cry.

Lin Fengling was stunned for a moment and almost laughed to death, "Hey! Hey, hey, hey! You are a talent! Oh my god, why didn't I think of being so harmful to others! I'll learn how! You pick one, brother!"

Lin Qi, who always liked to sit in a rocking chair and bask in the sun, stood up angrily.

He took a deep breath and rolled up his sleeves, preparing to teach Feng Song, "Don't go too far!"

When Mrs. Lin saw her son standing up, her eyes widened and tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes. Her expression was as if her son had been paralyzed for many years and was suddenly able to walk.

While she was moved, she looked at Feng Song with an expression full of admiration.

The little Taoist priest is truly worthy of being a Taoist priest!

On the first day she came here, she cured her eldest son. She hadn’t seen her eldest son stand up for many years...

Mrs. Lin wiped her tears with emotion, and Lin Qi angrily prepared to go to Feng Song to settle the score. At this time, Lin Yaoyan, the considerate fifth eldest son of the Lin family, walked up to Lin Qi dragging a heavy mace.

Lin Yaoyan handed the mace to his elder brother.

"Beat him, use this."

Lin Qi looked at the mace that was so heavy that it almost scraped the floor and almost cracked the jaw of his strongest brother. The anger on his face disappeared instantly.

He patted Lin Yaoyan's shoulder.

"No, this is a gift for you. If I want to beat him, I don't need a mace at all, I just use..."

At this time, Lin Fengling handed Lin Qi an electric fly swatter and said considerately to Lin Yaoyan.

"All you need to do is use this. Once it's in hand, there's nothing to worry about."

Lin Qi:......

Lin Qi's hand holding the fly swatter trembled slightly, and he was about to turn around and swell Lin Fengling's face!

The commotion in the hall attracted Feng Song's attention. Feng Song turned around at the kitchen door and saw the three Lin brothers standing in the hall with various "violent weapons" with ferocious faces.

Feng Song couldn't help but smile.

"Brothers, friends, and brothers are respectful. It's such a harmonious and nostalgic scene. I was always so harmonious with my senior brothers on the mountain. This family is really nice, and with me, my father is kind and my son is filial, and my brothers, friends, and brothers are respectful."

Feng Song walked to the kitchen very satisfied. She bent down and took out a large bag of "ingredients" that were bloody or squirming from the big bag. "Today I want to show my sons that I am called "food" by my senior brothers.

Incredible cooking skills..."
Chapter completed!