Madam Feng came back to her senses, the worry in her eyes quickly disappeared, she shook her head, looked at her youngest son with a smile and said, "It's okay, don't worry."
Little beggar, this is probably not a simple thing!
No matter what, she had to protect her two children. If you want to hurt them, then you have to step over her dead body first!
After making up her mind, Madam Feng stopped worrying and bent down to continue picking up firewood on the ground.
Soon, the three of them were walking back with their arms full of firewood. Even Huahua was walking back happily ahead of the three with a piece of firewood in her mouth.
Feng Jiuyan and Song Chen had already washed the pot and were waiting for the three people and the cat to return with firewood.
Since the food at Feng Jiuyan's house was packed from the restaurant, it only needed to be heated up before eating.
So, when the iron pan was hot, Feng Jiuyan quickly poured the vegetables into the iron pan to heat it up. An alluring aroma instantly filled the air, causing many prisoners to drool.
Isn’t it infuriating? Everyone is cooking, but Feng Jiuyan’s food always smells much better than theirs.
Some people look at the food in their pots that has no color, aroma or taste, with disgust in their eyes.
Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli brought a table out of the carriage and placed it next to the fire. Feng Jiuyan heated up each dish and placed it on the table.
Two meat dishes, one vegetable dish and a soup, all ready.
Feng Jiuyan and his family of three sat on chairs and started eating.
Many prisoners stared at the food on the table with green eyes and drooled.
A thin figure stood not far from the dining table, huddled up, staring at him aggrievedly.
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