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"Well, since Ling Feng is the daughter of the head of the family, it's better to call off the engagement between Pingting and Chen Zenian. Before, I thought it was unworthy for Chen Zenian to marry a country girl, but now it seems that they are a perfect match." Ling Qingyue sighed, with a look of emotion on her face.

"Well, it seems that God also wants to see lovers get married."

"Wait, do you mean that Chen Zenian is really related to Xiaoyu?" Feng Xuesong frowned and interrupted her thoughts.

Ling Qingyue's eyes flickered, and she answered vaguely, "I can't be sure about this, but every time Pingting went to see Chen Zenian, Xiaoyu was there, and Chen Zenian defended her in front of Pingting several times. If it weren't for this, how could I have been so mean to a country girl for no reason?"

Humph! Your good niece is not a good person. She knows that Chen Zenian and Pingting have a close relationship, but she still shamelessly wants to get close to them.

"It's impossible for them to be together, don't make random guesses. Xiaoyu and Chen Zenian have a collaboration to discuss, so naturally they have to meet often." Feng Xuesong pursed his thin lips into a straight line, a little unhappy. He remembered that Xiaoyu was engaged to the boy from the Shen family.

Besides, Pingting and Chen Zenian were engaged. If Xiaoyu and Chen Zenian were together, what would it look like if the news got out?

The daughter of their Feng family has not fallen to the point where the Chen family has to pick and choose her!

At this time, Feng Lingyu didn't know that her step-uncle had already started to worry about her lifelong affairs.

A hint of darkness flashed across Ling Qingyue's eyes. She hadn't even acknowledged her relative yet, but she was already calling him by a nickname.

"Well, it's normal for young men and women to have feelings for each other. The only thing I'm worried about now is Pingting. She and Xiaoyu have had several conflicts because of Chen Zenian. If she knew that Xiaoyu was her sister, she might not be able to accept it for a while."

Ling Qingyue frowned slightly and looked worried.

"Pingting's last name is Feng, and Xiaoyu's last name is Feng too. They are a family connected by blood. If Pingting even resents her own sisters for a man, then we as parents have failed to raise her well."

Having said that, Feng Xuesong still felt a little troubled when he thought of his daughter's spoiledness.

I hope she can be more sensible, and help and support each other with Xiaoyu in the future.

Hearing this, Ling Qingyue's heart suddenly became dark.

She thought sarcastically that if someone didn't know, they would think he said this to mock her.

Wasn't it because of Feng Dingbang that she became enemies with Ling Qingxue?

Of course, the man she didn't get had been sent to hell by her.

If she can't get it, why can Ling Qingxue get it?

"How can emotional matters be so easy to control?" Ling Qingyue sneered and murmured involuntarily from the bottom of her heart, as if mocking Feng Xuesong's wild imagination.

"What did you say?" Feng Xuesong asked. She spoke too softly and he didn't hear her.

"Nothing. I mean, aren't you hungry?" Ling Qingyue came back to her senses and continued casually.

Feng Xuesong then remembered that he had given his wife, Mrs. Zhang, who cooked at home, a holiday, and the house was now cold and deserted, with no food at all.

A trace of embarrassment appeared on his handsome face. After his wife mentioned this, he felt a little hungry...

"this……"

"I thought you were full from being angry and didn't need to eat." Ling Qingyue said sarcastically.

"How about, let's go out for dinner?" Feng Xuesong suggested with a light cough.

He has never cooked since he was born, and his wife must be the same.

"Don't you see what time it is? The state-owned restaurant has closed long ago." Ling Qingyue rolled her eyes.

She left Feng Xuesong behind, ignored him, and turned into the kitchen.

Feng Xuesong stood there in a daze. After a while, he followed in and saw Ling Qingyue had put on an apron and was standing in front of the desk.

The light shone on her slender back. She leaned over slightly and washed something in the pool. The sound of the water did not feel noisy, but instead made Feng Xuesong's heart warm.

"Can you cook?"

Ling Qingyue didn't look back, and continued to wash the dishes in her hands, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of her lips: "A little bit."

When she was at home, her father lost all his family fortune in gambling and her mother was sad all day long. If she hadn't learned to cook, she would have starved to death.

There is no today.

Although Mrs. Zhang was on vacation, she had everything she needed in the kitchen.

After all the trouble today, Ling Qingyue just wanted to eat something to fill her stomach, so she cooked two bowls of noodles.

The two of them sat at the dining table, which was filled with two bowls of steaming noodles with a few green vegetables floating on the surface. Ling Qingyue also fried two bright yellow eggs, which looked tempting.

A little lard is added to the noodle soup, the aroma of lard is overbearing and tempting.

The aroma of noodles filled the air; the food eliminated all differences and quarrels; the previously tense atmosphere finally became warm and peaceful.