"Hehe, it's okay. Yan Zi is the legendary sharp tongue but soft heart. I'm used to it." Feng Xiaoyun took the cup from Yan Zi's hand with a smile. When their fingertips touched, ripples appeared in his heart.
"You kid, you can get used to it. I'm telling you, a man should be tough when he needs to be tough. Look at me, your uncle!" Ma Xiangdong glanced at Chen Mei and changed the subject: "It's just a negative example. Learn from it yourself."
After saying that, he quickly took Feng Xiaoyun's cup and filled it up for him.
"You're just being so dishonest all day. Xiaoyun, eat some vegetables, eat some vegetables."
Feng Xiaoyun took a bite of the dish. To be honest, apart from the appearance being worse than Chen Mei's, the taste was really no different. Yan Zi had really learned how to put in a dish and how hot it should be cooked.
"How is it?" Yan Zi asked expressionlessly.
"Did you really make this? Why does it taste exactly like what Aunt Mei usually makes?"
"Hmph, believe it or not." Yan Zi said this, but he was still happy in his heart. Saying that it tasted the same as Aunt Mei's usual cooking, didn't that mean she was good? The other time Feng Xiaoyun came to eat, she praised Aunt Mei's cooking to the skies and almost licked the plate by the end.
The wine made me feel tipsy and the food was filling.
Naturally, it was not Feng Xiaoyun's turn to collect the bowls. After expressing his gratitude for the hospitality again, Feng Xiaoyun returned to his house.
You know what, he was actually a bit full today, mainly because Ma Xiangxi kept urging him to drink, and he felt embarrassed to refuse. After drinking, he had to eat food, so all in all, he was full.
It started to rain outside the window, and the room was a little stuffy. Feng Xiaoyun moved a chair to sit on the balcony, feeling the slightly cool breeze and drinking the freshly brewed hot tea. It was so comfortable~~~
"Like a little old man." Yan Zi appeared on her balcony at some point and sneered at Feng Xiaoyun's leisurely look.
"This is called enjoying life, what do you know? Besides, the food tonight is really good. I'm full, so I need to digest it."
"So which dish do you think is the best?"
"Of course it's the plate of crispy salted peanuts!"
"You..." Yan Zi was a little depressed. After working hard for the entire afternoon, the most popular thing was the plate of peanuts that was ready in five minutes.
"Do you know why peanuts are always eaten with wine?"
"I don't know. What kind of heresy do you have? Let go!"
"How uncivilized," Feng Xiaoyun said, adjusting himself to a comfortable position. "Peanuts are used as a side dish, and their biggest use is to test your opponent's alcohol tolerance."
"Alcohol tolerance test? How does that even relate to that?"
"Hey, you don't understand. Let me tell you, didn't Uncle Ma pick up the food one by one with chopsticks at the beginning? That's when he started drinking."
"Later on, when Uncle Ma ate peanuts, he started to put them into his mouth one by one with his hands. Do you know what this means?"
"It means that it is almost ripe. It is difficult to twist it with chopsticks, so it can only be sprinkled by hand."
"Pfft... where do you get all these twisted ideas from? And who did you learn your salt-and-pepper Mandarin from? It's hilarious."
"Why is it a twisted logic? Do you think what I said is right?"
Yan Zi didn't want to argue with this person anymore. He had too many twisted ideas, and it was hard to refute them. So he changed the subject and asked, "You said you wrote a song this afternoon. Can you sing it for me?"
"Okay, wait a minute!" Feng Xiaoyun got up from the recliner and went into the room to get a guitar. He was really interested in music, so he had a lot of musical instruments in the rented house.
On a rainy night, a man and a woman looked at each other from a distance on their balcony.
A song called "Dialogue with Myself" was sung slowly along with the music.
The picture is very beautiful!
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