Feng Yin sent Cheng Yanqiu away and did not go down.
Close the door and turn around and see Grandma Yun waiting for him.
“Is there anything wrong?”
Feng Yin asked, Grandma Yun nodded and asked her to sit down.
“Thank you.”
Feng Yin waved his hand indifferently and said, “What’s the point of thanking me? We can’t have a meal yet?”
Grandma Yun looked at Feng Yin, knowing that she didn’t like sad scenes, so she simply didn’t mention it.
“I am so proud that I can actually make a meal for Feng Yin. How much do I have to earn?”
Feng Yin immediately climbed along the pole and said, “That’s a lot. My ingredients are all good, I picked them by myself.”
Grandma Yun bent down, opened a drawer on the coffee table, and took out a document from it.
“I’ll give you the money for the meal.”
The kraft paper bag was very thick, and Feng Yin had a premonition and said without stretching out his hand: “Eat the breakfast you make every day, and occasionally have a dinner, so that’s all.”
Grandma Yun suddenly had a stern face and looked at Feng Yin with dissatisfaction.
“Say, who are you? You are not Feng Yin I know!”
Feng Yin’s heart really skipped a beat, and the next second I realized that Grandma Yun was pretending to be angry with her.
“Okay, I don’t think so. I originally wanted to shirk it off so that I can look nobler. It’s really…ah.”
Feng Yin took the kraft paper bag in a fake way, untied the white thread wrapped around it, and complained: It’s so old-fashioned
Grandma Yun laughed secretly, she knew Feng Yin did it on purpose.
This child is more happy than anyone else.
It seems to be cold-hearted, but in fact, once such a person is moved, he will be for the rest of his life.
Grandma Yun looked at Feng Yin’s face with a little greed, as if.
Particularly similar.