Chi Yu pushed open the study door and let Su Hanyan in.
Su Hanyan looked up and sure enough, Feng Yan was sitting at the desk operating the computer, as if he was working.
"Is something wrong?" Feng Yan raised his head and looked past the computer screen.
"It's late night snack, lotus seed soup!"
"Late snack?" If nothing unexpected happens, Feng Yan's work and rest time and diet are very regular, and he usually doesn't eat late night snacks.
"That's right! You can come out soon!"
Feng Yan's expression was calm and he said in a commanding tone, "Bring it in!"
"Oh!" Su Hanyan responded.
He turned around and made a face.
"Does winking look good?" Behind him, Feng Yan's voice was still cold.
The expression on Su Hanyan's face suddenly froze.
Do men’s eyes have X-ray capabilities?
"What's the pestle doing there? The lotus seed soup is cold."
"Oh!" Su Hanyan responded dully and went out.
Back in the living room, she brought a bowl of lotus seed soup, not for Feng Yan, but to Feng Yi's room.
"Yi, come here and try it. Do you like the lotus seed soup made by auntie?" She walked over and her expression was very gentle when she spoke.
Feng Yi put down the book in his hand and said politely, "Thank you, Auntie!"
"You're welcome," Su Hanyan held the bowl and handed him the spoon, "I'll hold it for you because it's a little hot and Auntie is afraid you won't be able to hold it."
"I'll do it! Miss Lin!"
Su Hanyan glanced at Ye Li and said, "No, I'll be fine. It's okay."
Feng Yi got off the sofa, stood in front of Su Hanyan, took a spoonful of lotus seed soup and put it into his mouth.
Children all like sweets. Su Hanyan's lotus seed soup has very authentic ingredients and cooking conditions. Feng Yi thinks it tastes very good.
But he also knew very well that he couldn't say he liked it.
No matter what thing or person he is interested in, he can't say, "I like it."
Because he must always remember that his surname is Feng.
Men of the Feng family have responsibilities that cannot be shied away from.
"Yi, is it delicious?" Su Hanyan's free hand subconsciously touched Feng Yi's head.
There was a hint of surprise in Feng Yi's amber eyes, but he did not reject Su Hanyan's touch.
The warmth in Su Hanyan's hand made him feel like seeing his mother.
"Is it delicious?" Seeing the child looking at her blankly, Su Hanyan asked again.
Feng Yi pursed her lips, the taste was sweet.
It's delicious and I like it.
"Come, whisper to Auntie..." Su Hanyan leaned her head over and put her ear close to Feng Yi's mouth.
Feng Yi squeezed the spoon hard with her little fingers and lowered her head.
"I know, Yi likes the lotus seed soup made by aunt, I know." Su Hanyan didn't hear the child's answer, but smiled knowingly, "Yi, tomorrow is Congcong's birthday, we invite you to celebrate together
OK?"
"Then...did you invite my dad?"
"No invitation," Su Hanyan just finished saying it, and she saw a bit of disappointment on Feng Yi's little face. She quickly smiled and said, "Although we didn't invite you, your father volunteered to participate. Do you agree or not?"
What about him?"
Feng Yi opened her mouth and smiled shyly.
After a while, he nodded.
Su Hanyan touched his forehead affectionately, "Then tell auntie, do you like the lotus seed soup made by auntie?"
She hoped that the three words "I like" would come out of the child's mouth.
A child over four years old has no joy or sorrow, how pitiful and pitiful he is!
PS: Darlings, don’t wait any longer tonight. The temperature has changed suddenly in the past two days, I have a cold, and I have a headache. So I can only add so much. I have worked very hard. I am sorry.