Flash marriage love: Feng Shao, deep routine!

"Feng Yuchen, can you continue quickly, my hand is about to break."

The man twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly, he was really quiet for less than three seconds, so couldn't he pretend to be artistic?

Feng Tianxing climbed up the fruit tree, but with that skillful movement, he should climb frequently, but Qiao Yiran shrank, the tree was a bit tall anyway, if he fell, how could she explain to the Feng family?
"You don't need to pick it up, you can go and watch Tianxing first, in case he falls, you can pick it up."

Feng Yuchen's expression was a little dissatisfied, she was ordering him around again, how impolite!

It was a bit of a surprise that Qiao Yiran didn't ask Feng Tianxing to come down immediately, but asked him to take care of him. This woman is different.

Qiao Yiran continued to pick mangoes. As for the basket, she carried it with one hand and picked it with the other. She has practiced martial arts since she was a child, and her balance is not bad. This kind of work is also a piece of cake.

And she hasn't been so relaxed for a long time, this experience is not bad, except that she is a little tired, but these are not worth mentioning compared with mangoes, her mind is full of dried mangoes, mango pastries...

The butler showed up in time and pulled the mango back with a small cart. Feng Tianxing was scurrying around in the tree, he had already turned into a dirty monkey, and the old lady drove him to change clothes as soon as he got back to the house.

Qiao Yiran also went to change her clothes. She had a flash of inspiration. She learned how to make cakes when she was part-time job. She seemed to be able to make a mango mousse. It's not lunch time yet, and it's just right for dessert.

As soon as she thought of it, Qiao Yiran immediately went to the kitchen to make tinkering. The old house’s kitchen was well-equipped, and there was no problem in making mango mousse. She asked Aunt Li in the kitchen to help cut the mango into small cubes.

She boiled the syrup, and Aunt Li cut up the mango quickly with quick hands and feet.

Joey took a deep breath, it was so fragrant, this mango mousse must be delicious too.

"Grandma, where's Iran?"

Feng Yuchen went downstairs and looked around but didn't find the woman, and asked a little strangely, could it be that woman really wanted to give him a cuckold and sneaked away?

Old Madam Feng looked at Feng Yuchen cunningly, thinking that the young couple might feel uncomfortable after not seeing each other for a while, and she smiled until her wrinkles bloomed.

"In the kitchen, Ranran said to make a cake, so you can help."

help?He dignifiedly sealed Fourth Young Master to help Qiao Yiran?

Not good brushed grandma's face, reluctantly approached the kitchen, smelled the sweetness of mangoes before approaching, and heard cheerful laughter.

Sure enough, Feng Tianxing also came to the kitchen to join in the fun, clumsily stirring the eggs, there is no mixer in the old house, so he had to do it manually, Feng Tianxing was sweating profusely.

"Little aunt, is it okay? My hands are sore."

Although Feng Tianxing shouted bitterness and tiredness, he did not neglect the movements of his hands at all, and he was quite persevering when he saw it.

Qiao Yiran was busy with the work in his hand and said, "If you want to have cake to eat, just finish it obediently, otherwise it will be in vain, and the cake will fly. The cake is delicious, fragrant, sweet, and slippery."

Listening to Qiao Yiran's description, Feng Tianxing worked even harder, the food cannot be let down.

Qiao Yiran caught a glimpse of Feng Yuchen standing at the door a little lonely, and was a little surprised, but he still asked him, "Would you like to be together, it's fun."

Feng Yuchen didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Because of the busy figures of the two, it reminded him of some things when he was a child...

An hour later, Feng Tianxing's exclamation came from the kitchen. The cake was finished. He couldn't help himself with excitement, and pulled Joey to dye the road.

"Hurry up, take a picture of me and the cake, I'm going to take it to tell my classmates that I can make cakes."

"Obviously I did it with you, are you taking the credit for yourself?"

He was dissatisfied, but he still took a few photos for Feng Tianxing, and he continued to make a concave shape, which is really cute.

Feng Tianxing looked at the photo with satisfaction, the little aunt's skill was good, it showed his handsome and unrestrained, and he was radiant and arrogant.

"I will explain to my classmates that this is done with my aunt. My aunt is the surgeon and I assist."

Seeing Feng Tianxing's solemn promise, Qiao Yiran smiled happily, his eyebrows and eyes curved into a crescent moon, really radiant.

Feng Tianxing was dumbfounded, and silently added a sentence in his heart, and declared that he was the most beautiful little aunt.

Qiao Yiran also realized that Feng Tianxing had changed from the fourth aunt to the youngest aunt. Was this his approval?It doesn't feel bad, it is said that children are very self-willed, but now it seems that they just don't know them well enough.

After lunch, Aunt Li took out the cake, and He Yun and Liu Ruhui's colors changed a little. After all, cake is also a high-energy food, the most taboo food for women, but in order to save face, they had to eat a little symbolically.

The Feng family generally don't eat sweets very much, especially Feng Yuchen, who almost hated it, so Qiao Yiran gave him a piece regardless of his dislike.

In order to take care of Mrs. Feng, the old man's blood sugar is a bit high, so she doesn't put much sugar, so let Mrs. Feng try something new.

Everyone was amazed after taking a sip, the sweet mango, smooth mousse, sweet but not greasy.

Even Feng Pingzhong, who didn't talk much, praised Qiao Yiran's craftsmanship.

Old Madam Feng also greedily wanted the second piece, but was stopped, and she looked at them aggrievedly, making people feel helpless.

Feng Yuchen finished eating slowly, Qiao Yiran looked at him expectantly and wanted to hear his evaluation.

Feng Yuchen approached and said, "Girl, you can make it for me when you go back, it's not enough for me."

Qiao Yiran didn't know whether to be surprised or happy, who looked at the cake with disgust just now?It's good now, let her make it again, it's still not enough to eat, but this also shows how attractive her cake is.

There was one last piece of cake left, which was reserved for Feng Qianrong.

She seemed to be awake, but would not come down to eat.

Qiao Yiran came to Feng Qianrong's room with a plate and knocked on the door, "Qianrong, I'm Qiao Yiran."

It was silent inside, and just as Qiao Yiran was about to give up, a voice came from inside, "Come in."

The voice was tearing hoarsely, and the tone was exhausted.

It seems that he still attaches great importance to this relationship, or he can't bear the sadness of betrayal.

Qiao Yiran walked in lightly, and Feng Qianrong was lying on the bed like a broken doll, staring blankly at the ceiling, and her whole body was shrouded in gloom.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the heavy curtains blocked the sunlight, so Feng Qianrong's expression could not be seen clearly in the dim vision.

Joey put the cake on the bedside table and said.

"This is the cake I made, try it, it tastes good."

Answering Joey was filled with silence.

Qiao Yiran is a little depressed. In her world view, it is a fool to die for a man. It is only correct to look forward, not to mention that the other party is a scumbag.