Chapter 118 You eat what you have and don’t worry about them
Wei Zi looked at the exquisite pastry, pinched a peach blossom-shaped piece and took a bite.
It's sweet, and because of the addition of plum powder, the aftertaste is a bit sour, making it very refreshing. She praised: "This pastry is delicious."
Mrs. Feng smiled and said: "In front of a chef like you, this can only be regarded as a special skill."
Wei Zi hurriedly said: "The old lady is serious, this pastry is indeed well made."
Feng Danning interjected: "If Miss Wei San can praise you, let me try it." After eating a piece, he raised his thumb: "It's delicious! I have to ask the chef how this snack is made and can it be put in"
Yipinxian is for sale! Well, I have already thought about what it says in the flyer: Mrs. Yan’s exclusive favorite, it’s worth tasting!”
Mrs. Feng spat: "You have fallen into the eyes of money!"
Feng Danning chuckled and said, "Grandma, why didn't I know there was such a good chef in the palace!"
Mrs. Feng said: "You talk a lot, and even delicious food can't stop your mouth."
But he thought in his heart: How about the imperial chef who was specially borrowed from the palace! With Wei Zi’s cooking skills, the food she is served cannot be too shabby, right?
Then he said to Wei Zi kindly: "Just try whatever you want. If you eat too much, you won't be able to eat later. You are too thin. You have to eat well on weekdays. Beauty and ugliness are secondary. You are in good health."
It’s what’s healthy that matters.”
Wei Zi's hand biting the pastry paused slightly.
In modern times, when she was seventeen, her parents died in a traffic accident. From then on, no one said to her: "Wei Zi, you have to eat well. Being healthy is more important than anything else."
Unexpectedly, after a thousand years, she heard the same words and similar tone from an old man she had only met twice.
"Okay, I'll remember it." Mrs. Wei Zichaofeng smiled gratefully, her smile becoming a little more cordial.
Mrs. Feng also felt the change in Wei Zi's mood, and Wei Zi became more and more enthusiastic.
Although Wei Zi was a little uncomfortable, he thought of taking this opportunity to check the old lady's physical condition, and he and the old lady exchanged words with each other, and the conversation was quite harmonious.
Finally, after asking about her physical condition and making an excuse, she checked the old lady's pulse and the condition of the tumor behind her left ear. She was temporarily relieved: it was about the same as last time and had not worsened.
Aunt Guo said that the dishes were ready, so Mrs. Feng took Wei Zi and Feng Danning to eat.
As soon as I sat down at the table, an unexpected guest came.
"Grandma." Feng Danyuan didn't care if anyone called him to eat, and sat down in the empty seat next to Wei Zi.
"Yuan'er is here, let's have dinner together." Everyone sat down, and Mrs. Feng didn't know what to say, but she thought in her heart: The news is quite good. No matter how I invite him on weekdays, he always says that he has no time to go home, why?
As soon as he heard that his wife was here, he rushed over in a hurry? Are you afraid that she will bully Wei Zi?
Wei Zi's first reaction was to change seats, but Feng Danning was sitting on the other side of her. She couldn't let Feng Danning give in, right?
Thinking about it again, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He said she was his and she was still hers, so he greeted Feng Danyuan gracefully: "The eldest prince."
Feng Danning said "hmm", picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of meat into her bowl.
Suddenly, the air in the whole room seemed to freeze.
Mrs. Feng and Aunt Guo looked at Feng Danyuan blankly.
The chopsticks in Feng Danning's hand fell directly on the table.
Although Wei Zi was not suitable for Feng Danyuan's politeness, she was even more surprised by everyone's reaction: Why do they look like they have seen a ghost?
"You eat your own food and don't worry about them." Feng Danyuan looked calm.
