Feng Ji'er lit the candle, spread the tablecloth, and put the dinner plates. On each of the two dinner plates, there was a steak that was fried until medium-done and topped with tomato juice. If the little guy likes it, she also likes it. It tastes like mother and son.
The knives and forks are almost arranged. Although they are made of pig iron, they are already considered rare items in this era. Well, they don't look very bright. It would be better if they were made of pure silver. Unfortunately, she doesn't have enough silver.
Then there are two bowls of fragrant cream of mushroom soup. When one is served, Yuebao's mouth is watering.
He looked at the candles and the dinner plate. It turned out that his little Ji'er was so interested in just having dinner, yet the decoration was so original!
Yue Bao rubbed his hands with a smile and found that there were no chopsticks and spoons, so he stood up and said, "I'll get the chopsticks!"
This is not the first time that he stayed here to eat, but it was the first time that Feng Jier cooked such a decent meal for him. In the past, when he came here, he would mostly eat the leftovers from the mother and son.
"Be careful! Cream of mushroom soup is ready!"
Feng Ji'er called out to the back room, and Xiaogan rushed over and sat down at the table upright.
Feng Jier smiled at her son
“There’s something special today”
The little man knew that his mother had another trick, so he couldn't help but watch curiously.
Feng Ji'er took out a large bowl from the cabinet and saw that there was a bright red liquid in the bowl. It looked a bit scary and didn't look like blood. There must be something wrong with that person's eyes!
"Mom..." The sweetheart thought he was following his mother and had never seen anything in the world, but Feng Ji'er suddenly took out a bowl of blood, which still shocked him.
Feng Ji'er placed two wine cups, one in front of her son and one in front of her, and then filled them with the bright red liquid.
He winked at his son and said: "This is called red wine, made from grapes. When did mother lie to you? Today is your birthday, and my little sweetheart is already four years old! In a few days, he will enter the classroom.
You are a little man, and my mother specially allows you to drink this small cup, how about it?"
After saying that, Feng Ji'er felt a little sad about herself. It was nonsense to say that she had never lied to him. She lied to the darling that his father was dead. This was the only deception she had ever done to her son.
Wu Huan immediately became energetic, holding the wine cup and looking curiously. Both mother and son seemed to have ignored the existence of one person...
"I mean...Ji'er, can you ignore me a little more? I'm a living person, standing behind you two, holding chopsticks to serve you for a long time. I'd like to ask if I can give it to the next one?" Yue Bao said with a hand.
Holding chopsticks and a spoon in one hand, his expression is extremely innocent.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yuebao, this is a candlelight dinner for Xin Gan and I. I didn't prepare your share." Feng Ji'er held a knife in her right hand and a fork in her left hand, demonstrating to Xin Gan how to cut steak and move the plate.
The sound sounds so novel
"Be careful, Yue Bao's father has something to say!" Yue Bao saw that Feng Ji'er was hard-hearted, so he came to behind Wu Huan in a flattering manner, leaned close to his ear, whispered for a while, and stuffed something in his hand for Wu Huan.
, I couldn’t see it clearly under the candlelight, it seemed to be something like a jade pendant.
As expected, Wu Huan's eyes became brighter and brighter as he listened. Finally, he nodded repeatedly. After Yue Bao finished speaking, he stood up, left his seat, and said to Feng Ji'er: "Mom, today is Wu Huan's birthday. Wu Huan has the final say.