When Zhao Lan saw her daughter being so careful, she was very moved: "You child, I just can't move my right hand, and it's not that I can't move both hands. I can eat with my left hand."
"Alright mother, eat it, it's still hot now, it won't taste good when it's cold." She smiled and threw a piece of chicken into her mouth.
The meat is very wood, no salt, no taste or taste. Fortunately, it is a pheasant, with a natural smell, otherwise, she would really vomit.
"Hu Feng, your craftsmanship is really unsatisfactory—" Uncle Hu folded his hand, and this dish must have been made by Hu Feng.
Hu Feng just pretended not to hear him, and looked at the distance lightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Not long after, Bai Zhi went out carrying an empty bowl.
Hu Feng stood at the door, standing straight, standing with his hands behind him. He seemed to have a distinctive elegance and extravagance. His side face was as clear as a knife, and his deep eyes filled with the unknown. The confusion of the past.
She handed the bowl to him: "What are you thinking about?"
Hu Feng returned to his senses, took the bowl, and shook his head lightly: "It's nothing."
"Let me guess, you are thinking, what kind of person you used to be, what kind of place you lived in, what kind of family you had, why you have been missing for so long, no one came to look for you, right?"
Hu Feng glanced sideways, his eyes faintly swept across her face, her palm-sized face was covered with bruises and bruises, and she couldn't see her original appearance. Only those eyes were beautiful and unforgettable.
Seeing that he was silent, she asked again: "If I cure you one day and you recover your memory, will you leave by then?"
"Yes." He barely hesitated, and the answer he blurted out was his most sincere answer.
She asked again: "What about Huber? If you leave, what will he do?"
"He is my dad, and wherever I am, he will naturally be there." Still without the slightest hesitation, this answer seems to have been deeply rooted in his heart.
She breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he was also pretending to be Huber in his heart.
Huber is a good person. He rescued him, a person who didn't know his roots, and treated him like a son. If he were a white-eyed wolf, it would really hurt Huber.
"Hu Feng, I assure you that you will be cured." She raised her head slightly, looking at the tall and stalwart man in front of her, the confidence in her eyes exuding a dazzling light.
He lost consciousness for a moment, and then nodded: "Remember your promise." He glanced at the sky, "It's not early, I should go back. If you have anything to do, please come to me."
He strode away and quickly disappeared from her eyes like a gust of wind.
About to turn back to the house, the old lady Bai and Liu who had been guarding the door of the big house rushed out.
"Bad girl, don't take it soon." The old lady yelled, stretching her old face.
Bai Zhi touched her belly: "I'm afraid I can't get it out now, at least tomorrow."
When Liu heard this, he jumped with anger: "Little bitch, have you all eaten?"
Bai Zhi's face immediately became cold by three points: "Who is the bitch scolding?"
Liu pointed at Bai Zhi and scolded: "Of course the bitch is scolding you. After 12 years of raising, he raised a white-eyed wolf and learned to eat alone. Don't forget, you are the Bai family, no matter what you got in. The Bai family, those belong to the Bai family, there is absolutely no reason for you to enjoy it alone."
Bai Zhi snorted: "The bitch scolds me, I admit it, who makes the bitch mouth cheap, but the bitch scolds me with a white-eyed wolf, I can't bear it."