Feng Xiaoyun went home for dinner on Saturday and then returned to her rented cottage. After all, Feng Jianguo and Yun Xiangrong were both very busy. Feng Jianguo aside, Yun Xiangrong was also the head of the Feng Group Charity Fund. They often traveled extensively for charitable causes, striving to ensure that every donation went to a meaningful purpose. Being able to get together for a meal each week was already a great experience.
He took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole. Just as he was about to open the door, the door next door opened. Yan Zi stuck his head out and looked at Feng Xiaoyun: "Are you back?"
"Ah, you're back. What's up?" Feng Xiaoyun didn't expect Yan Zihui to open the door and ask questions, and was a little confused.
"Anything going on tonight?"
"No, nothing, I'm just going to play games in the house."
"Okay, I'll treat you to dinner."
With a "bang", before Feng Xiaoyun could say anything, Yan Zi had already entered the room and closed the door.
What does that mean? Is that how you treat people to a meal? Oh, Feng Xiaoyun thought to himself, with my short temper, I'm going to have to give you a few words.
"What time is it?"
"Six o'clock." A voice came through the door.
Feng Xiaoyun went back to his room and lay down on the sofa. Hey, you actually invited me to dinner? Oops, I forgot to ask what it was.
Feng Xiaoyun felt a little tired and fell asleep on the sofa.
In the dream, there was a song singing softly.
"A dialogue with myself"
“I can’t tell whether this is a gift or a punishment from fate.”
"I am still glad to stay with her in this way"
“No matter how much things change in the days ahead”
"Don't be afraid, I'm behind you."
"Let the wind and rain blow"
"Her tears, let me evaporate them with my kisses"
"No matter how she wants to travel the world with a sword"
"Let's see all the vanity in this world"
"I always stay with her because she is my only concern."
***
"Feng Xiaoyun, Feng Xiaoyun, are you there?"
Feng Xiaoyun was awakened by a knock on the door. He got up in a daze and opened the door, only to see Yan Zi standing at the door with an impatient look on his face.
"What's wrong? What's going on?" Feng Xiaoyun asked in confusion. He was a man who was in a bad mood when he woke up. If it wasn't Yan Zi in front of him, he would have humphed.
"What time is it?"
"What time is it? You don't have a phone, how can you check it?" He said as he fished out his phone from his trouser pocket, looked at it and said, "It's six twenty!"
Yan Zi stared and questioned, "What time did I tell you to eat?"
"Eat? What to eat?" Hey, something seemed wrong. Feng Xiaoyun shuddered and became a little more sober. Then he saw that there seemed to be something called murderous intent in Yan Zi's eyes.
"Eat it if you want or not, forget it if you don't want to!" Yan Zi turned around.
"Eat, eat, eat, oh, I'm so hungry. Well, I was writing a song just now. Yes, I just wrote a song." Feng Xiaoyun was completely sober and chased after him.
"Write a song?"
"Yes, I just wrote a song. You know that songwriting is extremely demanding, right? I just lost 24,957 brain cells, and more than 3,000 were seriously injured. In order to let the injured brain cells recover, I took a nap."
"And then, look at how many brain cells have died. My reaction must be a little slow, so I didn't react when you called me just now."
"You call that slow reaction?" Yan Zi gave him a look of disdain. "You can figure out how many brain cells have died. Can you not be so greasy for a day? If I had known you were so greasy, I shouldn't have added oil to the dishes just now. I should have just used your mouth to squeeze out the oil."
Yan Zi was so amused that she even made a joke herself, which was a sign that she was in a good mood.
"Wow, is this dinner tonight cooked by a famous star? I have to try it."
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm waiting for you."
After Yan Zi finished speaking, she pushed open the door of Chen Mei's house. It was indeed she who cooked today, and she wanted to thank Feng Xiaoyun.
She also knew that her current achievements were inseparable from Feng Xiaoyun's re-arrangement of Wen Feifei's song.
As for how to thank Feng Xiaoyun, she thought about it for a long time. She wanted to say thank you directly, but she felt that firstly, she was not very good at saying it, and secondly, it would not be serious enough.
As for giving money, she wasn't exactly broke, but she didn't have much money either, and giving money would seem too distant. Although she was usually quite cold towards Feng Xiaoyun, for some reason, she didn't want the relationship between the two to become too distant.
After thinking about it, she decided to invite him to dinner, but inviting him alone felt too deliberate, so she decided to go to Chen Mei's house and let her cook. She invited Feng Xiaoyun to have dinner at home, and Chen Mei and her husband were there to keep her company.
During this week, Feng Xiaoyun has come to Chen Mei's house for meals several times. When they saw Chen Mei at the door, they were not shy. They just called her uncle and aunt and sat in their usual seats at the table.
He doesn't have to do anything like serving dishes. He tried to help in the kitchen before, but was always kicked out. So now when he comes, he just finds a seat and sits down, waiting for the meal.
The dishes were served soon. They were all home-cooked dishes. Judging from the appearance, they were indeed worse than what Chen Mei usually cooked, but fortunately, nothing was burnt or unbearable to look at.
"How about it? Xiaoyun, would you like a drink today?" Ma Xiangxi picked up a bottle of wine and said proudly, "This is a gift from Yan Zi to me."
"Hey, this is the wine bought by a big star. Since you don't have to work on the weekend, please pour some for me."
There was originally only Ma Xiangxi's cup on the table. Yan Zi handed him another cup after hearing this and said unhappily, "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."
"How dare you talk like that, girl? Not to mention the matter of Xiaoyun helping you with that song, even when Xiaoyun is your assistant and running around for you, can't you be a little nicer?" Chen Mei scolded. Even though she raised Yan Zi since she was a child, to her, Yan Zi was no different from her own daughter.
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