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There was only a gravel path, with some weeds beside it, and around the path, there was a sea of ​​flowers. And they are all red and gorgeous roses.

This fiery red ocean is almost mesmerizing. Women are born to love flowers, and flowers with meanings like roses are even more overwhelming. Of course Xiaoxiao was no exception. She almost lost her focus for a moment.

Mommy, Mommy! If the cat hadn't been calling in her ears, it might have taken her a while to come to her senses.

Well?

What just happened to Aunt Xiaoxiao? Feng Xinmeng looked at Mu Xiaoxiao in confusion and then at Maomao with disdain.

Xiaoxiao just smiled stupidly. It can't be said that she was frightened by this sea of ​​flowers, so Mu Maomao shrugged her shoulders and said helplessly: Hey... Mengmeng, you will be like this when you grow up.

Feng Xinmeng scratched the back of his head in confusion. However, she did not continue to ask any more questions. She took Maomao with one hand and Xiaoxiao with the other and ran directly to the gravel path.

Xinmeng, do you like roses very much? She asked lightly while looking at the sea of ​​flowers. In fact, the back gardens of large families usually have many seas of flowers. She is also used to it, but in fact, the back gardens of large families usually have many flowers. There are some precious flowers, and there are many varieties. It is rare that Feng Yichi's house is covered with roses.

Feng Xinmeng's head nodded like garlic: I like it, I like it the most.

Mu Maomao tilted her head: Mengmeng, how about I give you a big house made of roses from now on?

Really?

Um.

Listening to the chat between these two little guys, she couldn't help but laugh. Is her son considered a hidden beauty in a golden house? No, it’s Hanaya Cangjiao. The friendship between children is really joyful. My son is one year older than Mengmeng, and he feels like a big brother.

Looking at such a picture, her mind recalled what happened when she was a child. She didn't have any friends her own age before. Because he lives in the Murong family, one of the five major families, it is difficult to get in touch with some friends. Even if we get to know each other occasionally, everyone is still restrained when talking. I guess it was taught by the adults. She regretted that she never made good friends when she was a child. But luckily I have a brother. Although my brother is five years older than her, he will accompany her to make fun of her no matter what. He always puts up with her unreasonable behavior.

There is harmony in the back garden, a sea of ​​fiery red flowers, a handsome boy, a cute girl, and a woman who is more delicate than the flowers. In fact, Mu Xiaoxiao is very similar to a rose. She looks pretty and charming, but in fact she is full of thorns. A combination of softness and strength.

upstairs. Feng Yichi stood on the balcony and looked at the back garden, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips. His eyes had already been attracted by the beautiful picture below.

downstairs.

I miss the taste of flowers so much, but I can't eat them anymore. Feng Xinmeng touched the rose petals with her little paws.

Maomao asked: Do you want to eat roses?

Feng Xinmeng turned to look at Maomao: Well, my mother always cooked for me before, but after she left... Her voice trailed off.

Mu Maomao immediately realized this and said quickly: Mengmeng, do you still want to eat the taste of flowers?

think.

Maomao grabbed Xiaoxiao and said, Mommy, why don't you hurry up and show Mengmeng what little cooking skills you have.

As soon as her son reminded her, Xiaoxiao clapped her hands together and said, Yes, Xinmeng, how about I cook it for you? Although her cooking skills are particularly bad, she usually has a hard time cooking. But I still have a lot of research on special snacks, and I once made flower sauce with roses.

Can Aunt Xiaoxiao know it?

You'll know after you try it.

The three people quickly picked up roses in large and small packages. They all carried a bunch of roses into the kitchen. I was busy from noon to evening.

The rose dinner is completed.

Rose cake, a transparent pastry with a blooming rose inlaid in the center. Of course, the rose blooming in the pastry is not directly stuffed into the pastry, but the petals are processed and slowly pieced together. of a flower. This idea also came from the cherry blossom tea that I had that day at the headquarters of the killer employment center.

rose Tea.

Rose Honey Wings.

Bread with rose nectar. Although they are all roses, the flavors are different, some are lighter and some are dessert. Plates of roses were placed on the table, and there were still many roses left. Letting them wither would be better than letting them be used more. The table was decorated with roses.

When the whole thing is finished.

Feng Xinmeng swallowed her saliva and watched all this.

Xinmeng, what's wrong? Eat quickly. Some things should be eaten while they're hot. Xiaoxiao pushed Feng Xinmeng and looked at her, almost drooling.

Staring at her small round eyes, Feng Xinmeng shook her head violently, then turned and ran upstairs: I'll ask daddy to come down and eat with us.

He ran up in a blink of an eye, and pulled Feng Yichi down in the blink of an eye.

What surprised Xiaoxiao and Maomao even more was that Feng Yichi's expression was also wrong. If Feng Xinmeng showed such an expression because of his greedy mouth, then Feng Yichi couldn't possibly be greedy too.

His eyes looked at the things on the table, and there seemed to be some emotion flowing out of them.

Uncle Feng? Maomao called tentatively a few times.

Feng Yichi finally came back to his senses and looked at Mu Xiaoxiao: Is it all your fault?

Xin Meng said I wanted to eat, so I got some. Sorry, I picked a lot of roses in your yard. Xiaoxiao said with a hint of apology.

Feng Yichi shook his head: The roses in the backyard are grown for food.

He looked at the father and daughter in confusion. That sea of ​​roses and such beautiful scenery are not grown for viewing but for eating? This is really incredible. Xiaoxiao didn't ask any more questions, and the others sat down to eat.

But what makes people feel strange is that Feng Yichi's reaction is a little weirder than usual.

Mengmeng, what's wrong with Uncle Feng? Mu Maomao asked Feng Xinmeng secretly. His mosquito voice was so quiet that Xiaoxiao sitting next to him couldn't even hear it.

Feng Xinmeng also answered Mu Maomao at the same volume: Daddy must have been touched by the situation. Because my mother used to make rose food. That sea of ​​flowers was the seed sown by her mother herself. Roses bloomed every year, and every year my mother picked them and made them into food. Since my mother died...the roses are still blooming, but they no longer have the same smell...

Very delicious food, thank you, Xiaoxiao. After eating, Feng Yichi stood up and solemnly thanked him.

Xiaoxiao was caught off guard by such a formal thank you. She quickly shook her head and waved her hands and said, If you like it, I can sing it for you if I'm here.

Well... I'm very satisfied. He lowered his eyes, and when he looked at Xiaoxiao again, there was a look in his eyes that was different from usual.

After the incident in the sea of ​​roses was over, Feng Yichi actually had people pick most of the roses in the backyard and let Xiaoxiao turn them into rose nectar.