“Who are you cooking?”
Feng Yin’s question brought silence, and she felt the soreness and weakness of her limbs.
“No, I’m like this, are you still counting on me to cook?”
Li Sanyi turned around and said, “I can make it! But the taste is not guaranteed.”
“I can help too!”
Zhang Boer interrupted immediately, while Lin Yu turned around and looked at Feng Yin, held up his phone, and opened a software.
“Boss Feng, what do you want to eat? I can order takeout!”
Feng Yin raised his eyes and looked at Lin Yu’s takeout page. It was either fresh food or professional Buddha Jumping the Wall, and there was also a seafood store.
It turns out that the takeaways of rich people are different from those of poor people.
Her boxed lunch that costs more than ten yuan is full, and her spicy hot pot costs twenty yuan is a bit… good now compared with it.
“Make it myself, I don’t want to eat takeout today, so I have less oil.”
It’s not Feng Yin’s pretentiousness, but he really has taken advantage of his body.
Normally, it would be amazing that she could still think of eating.
After all, like Lin Yu, the three of them only felt that their appetite was directly linked to the visual nerves, and the pieces of corpses were still swaying in front of their eyes, which made their stomach extremely uncomfortable.
The business car drove back to the underground parking lot, Feng Yin couldn’t walk with his legs weak, and hugged Alla directly.
“Student Ala, carry me on.”
“Wang!”
Alla shouted reluctantly, but lay down and let Feng Yin climb up.
Feng Yin, who was not fat, was not inconsistent with her lying on Alla. She entered the elevator and went straight to the top floor.
After arriving at home, Feng Yin went straight to the bathroom and handed over the cooking to three people. The overall requirement was only one, light.
The three of them agreed repeatedly and tinkered in the kitchen for a long time. When the wind came out, they could eat.