Sichuan Beijing home

Song Fengwan stood on one side and stared at Xu Yuanfei. Her fingers flew, packed the cake, and the red ribbon crossed her fingers and tied it into a beautiful bow.

She saw her packing boxes more than once and learned them.

result……

Ahem.

She may never tie a bow in her life.

At this time, Xu Yuanfei's cell phone in his pocket vibrated, "Wanwan, help me with that, right pocket."

Song Fengwan took out her cell phone, and she only took a look and asked her to let her go back.

"Why don't you answer the phone?"

"I don't want to pick it up." Xu Yuanfei opened the closet, "Do you want the little candle?"

"Yeah." Song Feng nodded, looking at the ribbon she had just tied. Unexpectedly, her phone had just disappeared, and with a few more messages coming in, she took a look inadvertently, all with a pleading tone, as if she was going to invite her to do something.

"A few days later, there was an Internet celebrity conference. The organizer made a vote. I didn't know at that time. Later I learned that I won the award and asked me to attend the event. It was very grand."

Xu Yuanfei explained.

Because of Duan Linbai's influence a few years ago, after the dessert shop became an internet celebrity store, Xu Yuanfei expanded his shop over the years and followed the trend, found a Weibo account, and would release some new products, or teach everyone to make some simple cakes.

Duan Linbai often likes and reposts. Xu Yuanfei's account has almost more than 10 million fans, and they are all very active and high-quality fans, so when there is a vote, she immediately pushed her up.

Xu Yuanfei has no intention of becoming an internet celebrity at all, so he is naturally unwilling to participate in such activities.

She is unintentional, but fans always want to give the best ones they like.

There are too many hypes on her, so the organizer naturally kept urging her.

"If you don't explain it clearly to them, you will probably harass you all the time." Song Fengwan smiled.

"I said it several times, and I still have several calls every day."

Xu Yuanfei packed the cake and handed it to her. When he turned around, he saw his daughter coming out from behind with her small schoolbag on her back.

She immediately had a headache.

"Mom, can I go to my brother's house to play?" Jing Xingyao looked like Jing Hanchuan, with two braids, wearing a beautiful and fashionable skirt, and his behavior was excellent.

Jing Hanchuan looks a little feminine, but not feminine. He has a sense of rebelliousness and unruly appearance. He looks like a girl on the face, so he is naturally very delicate.

Xu Yuanfei smiled angrily, "You have packed everything, what else can I say?"

"Have you told my grandma?"

"I said that, grandma agrees."

"Wanwan, please take care of her." Xu Yuanfei had a headache, but he was still glad that the girl from the Duan family was not here today.

The children are of the same age and can play naturally. She and the girl from the Duan family are still in the same kindergarten class. They are so weird that they don’t stop for a moment.

**

On the way back to the old house

Fu Chen was in charge of driving, Song Fengwan was holding the cake and sat in the passenger seat for a while while browsing Weibo, while the two children were muttering behind.

"What news have you seen, so focused?"

"It's just an internet celebrity voting competition, and Sister Xu was also selected. I want to see what kind of competition it is."

In recent years, many internet celebrities have been no longer limited to the Internet. Many have started participating in TV variety shows, and many have filmed movies, and some have made no less money than celebrities.

Song Fengwan found that there were actually a few tickets on his Weibo account. Although Xu Yuanfei would not participate in this event, the ticket was also a waste, so she voted for her.

The system automatically generated a Weibo post, thanking her for voting for Xu Yuanfei.

Song Fengwan’s Weibo was used to be a savor, and Duan Linbai’s fan club was added. Now she is doing her daily life and occasionally posts some of her own design works. There are more than 100 fans, and no one pays attention to her at all.

After arriving at the old house, I saw the old man standing under the shade of the tree far away.

Over the years, his back has been much hunched and his eyes have become turbid. But when he saw a familiar car coming, his eyes suddenly came with a car, holding a cane in one hand and waving at them with the other.

The old lady of the Fu family suffered a stroke two years ago, but her legs and feet became unstraight and she rarely went out.

As soon as the car stopped, Fu Qinyuan opened the door and jumped down, "Grandpa!"

The old man laughed when he saw him, and even the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were filled with smiles. "Good, be good..." Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Jing Xingyao getting out of the car and kept calling her over, "Xingxing came over and showed me, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

As soon as she approached, the old man grabbed her hand and said, "It's getting more and more beautiful."

"Go in first." Fu Chen carried the cake, "Qinyuan, help grandpa."

"I know." Old Fu loves him, and Fu Qinyuan also loves him, after all...

This is the thickest thigh in the whole family.

After Fu Shinan was transferred back to the capital, Dai Yunqing naturally followed him. Usually she and her two elders stayed at home. Fu Zhongli and his family went abroad two years ago. It was because Fu Yuxiu was about to stay abroad for a long time and got married with his girlfriend he had previously talked to last year and had a child last year, so the couple went to take care of him.

"Sister-in-law." Song Fengwan entered the house and saw Dai Yunqing busy in the kitchen. "Sorry, Qin Yuan's birthday, I'll let you work for a long time."

"It's okay, it's very hot outside today..."

Song Fengwan took the child to the inner room to see the old lady. The old man was in poor health and was lazy in spirit. He could sleep all day long when he leaned on the rocking chair.

"You guys accompany grandma."

She said, taking off her coat, rolling her sleeves into the kitchen.

When Fu Chen saw him enter the kitchen, his brain hurts. It has been so many years since Song Fengwan can make some special dishes, but the taste is really not satisfactory.

This is thanks to that little bastard Fu Qinyuan.

The old man's educational policy has always been, don't attack the child, but encourage him. This kid has learned the essence at some point. After Song Fengwan cooked one time, he was very proud and said it was very delicious and hoped that she would make it often.

Song Fengwan felt that his son liked it, so he naturally often went to the kitchen.

Fu Qinyuan didn't say that he was suffering alone, but he had to drag him into the water: "Dad, why don't you eat it? Don't you like this dish very much? Or do you think your mother is not delicious?"

Fu Chen couldn't do anything and could only barely take a few bites.

In fact, it smells okay, but it tastes a little strange.

Looking at his little wife's expectant look, he could only say unscrupulously: "No, better than before."

"I think it's good, mom, you are actually very talented in cooking."

Fu Qinyuan actually wanted to flatter Song Fengwan. After all, among the three of them, Song Fengwan was the thigh.

"It's really delicious?" Song Fengwan tasted it herself, and she felt that she was pretty good.

"Yes, I think it's great, Dad, what do you think?" Fu Qinyuan continued to flatter.

"Yes, yes." Fu Chen couldn't hit his wife at this time.

Then Song Fengwan said to the devil: "Since you all think it is delicious, then eat it and don't waste it. This dish has many ingredients and strong flavors, and Fu Xinhan cannot eat it. You are responsible for solving it."

Fu Qinyuan shook his chopsticks at that time, and Fu Chen took a deep breath:

Little bastard, you have really killed me!

I'm flattering, now I'm going to cheat myself in.

"Qinyuan, don't you like it very much, eat more." After Song Fengwan finished speaking, he simply sat on the side and stared at him for dinner.

Fu Chen had never had much appetite. After taking a few bites, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Qinyuan, you are growing up. If you eat more, I won't be with you."

Fu Qinyuan: "..."

Someone finally ate the food almost all.

Song Fengwan said again: "It seems that you really like eating, so I will make more for you when I have time in the future."

For a moment, Fu Qin felt a little dark in front of him.

Song Fengwan usually draws design drawings, and sometimes she doesn't care about three meals, so she will inevitably neglect to take care of her son. She feels in her fault. Since Fu Qinyuan likes it, she must satisfy him.

When Fu Chen and her returned to the house, Song Fengwan muttered: "Actually, that dish is quite average. Why did Qin Yuan love to eat it so much? His taste is so unique?"

Fu Chen laughed out loud, that boy probably regretted it to death.

So in the future, during the holidays, Song Feng cooked late at night and became a regular program. After tossing and turning, the level of the dishes naturally improved a lot, but eating them every day will inevitably make you feel tired.

...

Soon the old lady came out, and the two children sat on the carpet to play with things.

Jing Xingyao was skillful and was kneeling on the ground origami. Fu Qinzuo was bored and played with the model plane in her hand, but his eyes were always on her hands.

Fu Qinyuan has no good inheritance, and is as disabled as Song Fengwan.

He can't take any handicraft classes in kindergarten, pinching plasticine and origami.

Qiao Siyan once joked: "It's a pity that such beautiful and slender fingers are growing on you!"

Fu Qinyuan's hands are beautiful, and the children are thin and tender, and they are quite ornamental, but they are a little broken.

So whenever you go to Qiao's house, Qiao Xiyan explicitly prohibits him from touching any carving tools.
To be continued...