"Mr. Xiao, do you think I've eaten too much?" Zhan Fengling put down the buns in his hand and looked at Xiao Zichen timidly.
If she were at her own home, she would eat whatever she wanted without any reaction, but this was at Xiao Zichen's home, so she was a little confused. She had to bow her head under the eaves. She couldn't eat other people's food because it would make others disgusted.
"No!" Before Xiao Zichen could speak, Xiao Ling spoke first.
The big ice sculpture is different from the small ice sculpture. Xiao Ling, the big ice sculpture, is a girl who admires Zhan Fengling's personality, so when her son's words were misunderstood, she spoke immediately.
Although the big ice sculpture said so, Zhan Fengling was still a little unsure. She lowered her head, pursed her lips, and did not dare to look up at Xiao Zichen, "Mr. Xiao, you really don't mind?"
"If you don't dislike it, how dare he dislike it!" Ye Feifei stood up, walked over to this side, glanced at the simple little wind chime, then looked at her son's face, and said with a smile: "You have a problem with expression, and your father
Nothing like it at all.”
Xiao Zichen: "..."
He was also aggrieved, and there was something wrong with his expression.
Zhan Feng Chime is so awesome, why is it so popular with everyone?
Xiao Zichen couldn't figure it out for a little bit. This little woman was obviously stupid and stupid.
"You can eat as much as you want, and we will make steamed buns with you in the future." Ye Feifei said, her eyes falling on the steamed buns.
"Ahem..." Mingyuan over there started coughing.
The terror dominated by Ye Feifei's dark cuisine is coming again.
"Mommy, your hands are not suitable for cooking." Xiao Zichen looked at Ye Feifei and spoke.
Zhan Fengling looked at Baozi and said seriously: "Auntie, I also think Baozi is not suitable for you, so we will be responsible for beating people."
In fact, Zhan Fengling dare not say that she is also a master of dark cuisine, and ordinary people cannot handle it.
She will kill others!
"Okay, let's beat them up. You little girl is more and more in line with my wishes. Xiao Zichen, marry home as soon as possible." Ye Feifei patted her son on the shoulder, not joking at all.
Xiao Zichen frowned and glanced at Ye Feifei solemnly, "Mommy."
"Aren't you going to work? Eat first, and then go when you're full!" Ye Feifei didn't want to discuss these issues with Xiao Zichen, so she waved her hand and went to see Ming Yuan.
At the same time, the Feng family.
Feng Xue sat at the dining table, crying over a cup of coffee. She had been feeling depressed since she came back, and Feng Jian felt inexplicably worried when he saw her like that.
"Xiaoxue, why are you unhappy? Tell your father." Feng Jian came behind his daughter, gently pressed her shoulder, and spoke softly.
Zhan Fengling raised his head, glanced at Feng Jian, tears streaming down his face, pouting his mouth, becoming more and more sad, "Dad, what should I do?"
"What happened?" Feng Jian wiped her daughter's tears and asked gently: "Are you being bullied? Tell your father that he is very powerful now. No matter who he is, he can help you deal with it."
His daughter was held up by them like a little princess. Except for Xiao Zichen's level, no one else could make her daughter feel so wronged.
Feng Xue held Feng Jian's hand, pursed her lips, and said aggrievedly: "Dad, she is a woman named Zhan Fengling. She is so bullying. My Xiao Zichen was even taken away by her."
"Zhan Feng Chime?" Feng Jian frowned, thought for a moment, and asked, "Is she the daughter of the Zhan family?"
"Yes, she is the second young lady of the Zhan family."