Chen Yinyin couldn't help but be speechless.
Do you want to be so dirty! Simply... She couldn't listen anymore.
"Whoever wants you to feed, I will eat it myself."
Chen Yinyin tried his best to bring the topic to a serious level, but someone just didn't follow her rhythm.
"Oh, it seems you want to take the initiative, but I don't mind."
"you… "
The woman was speechless for a while, and he was choked with speechlessness.
Her eyes fell on the album again, and suddenly there was an idea in her mind.
"Take this album back together?" She suggested to him.
In this album, she saw not only Feng Zhuo's photos, but also his parents' photos. Although not many, they were also a memorial.
For this proposal, men do not agree too much.
"No need."
"But isn't this a very good memory? When you miss your parents, you can still take photos out to have a look. Isn't that good?"
Feng Zhuo took the album from her hand and put it back in its place.
"The good memories are all here, nothing to do with the photos."
His fingers tapped her head lightly, and said, "The people you miss are always in your heart, in your mind, even if you don't have a photo, no matter how long, you will never forget it."
Chen Yinyin thought these remarks made sense, so she didn't mention it again, but...
"Well, I will accompany you here every year to visit my parents."
The man looked at her serious little face, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Well, what you said, you can't break your promise."
"I always speak."
"Next time, there will be four people."
After his reminder, she realized that it seemed to be oh.
A family of four, think about it, there is still a little happiness.
"But..."
Chen Yinyin went to take out the album again, found the only picture of him with a smile, and took it out of it.
"You don't want to take the album back. Can you give me this picture?"
A trace of discomfort flashed across the man's face, deliberately concealing it with a calm face.
"What do you want this picture for? I'm not right by your side now, I can't beat the picture?"
Chen Yinyin curled her lips and said: "But I like this one very much. You think you were so cute at the time. Since you don't like it and I like it, then you can give me what you don't like, okay?"
"not good."
The man was obviously displeased, took the photo from her hand, and glanced disgustingly.
"This is probably the black history I want to destroy the most."
"It's not black history, so beautiful!"
Chen Yinyin retorted.
good looking
The man's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned forward and approached with a sense of danger.
"You mean, compared to me now, you think this photo looks better, huh?"
The last nasal sound was a threat, as if saying: If you give the wrong answer, you are dead, think clearly before answering.
Chen Yinyin's mind was swiftly moving, and suddenly she became wise, and thought of an impeccable answer.
"I have never seen you before. I want to get to know you in different periods. Then I can't go back to the past through time and space. Also, if I don't know you deeply enough, you have to give me a chance, don't you?"
He knew that this woman was telling him wrong things again, but what she said made him feel inexplicably good.
"If you like it, keep it."
He handed the photo to her, and said helplessly: "It's just you who are wrong."
Chen Yinyin curled her lips, for fear that he would regret it, and quickly put the photos into her bag.
"It's not a crooked truth, this is the truth."
"gone."
He couldn't help knocking on her head and said, "I said I was hungry just now. Why? I don't need to eat if I have a photo? That's good, it saves me a lot of money."
Chen Yinyin said dissatisfied: "Don't say as if I can eat very well, I can't even praise you for being the chief executive of my appetite."
"That's hard to say."
"Feng Zhuo, you are enough!"
This guy connoted her as soon as he caught the opportunity.
Is she really eating a lot? But she thought it was all right.
…
Feng Zhuo took her to an Italian restaurant.
Chen Yinyin once saw this restaurant while doing Raiders. It was considered to be an Internet celebrity restaurant. He didn't expect that he would know this kind of place.
"I thought that President Feng Da would not eat fireworks, but I didn't expect you to know this kind of internet celebrity check-in holy land."
The man frowned in confusion, and asked her: "What is the holy place for Internet celebrities?"
"Huh? Didn't you know about this restaurant online?"
Now, Chen Yinyin came to wonder.
"Online? No."
Before he could explain, a man with an Asian face came from not far away, smiling on his face, and stopped at their table.
In Chen Yinyin's surprise, Feng Zhuo stood up and shook hands with the man.
"Azhuo, long time no see."
"Long time no see, Uncle Lin."
The man called Uncle Lin looked like he was about fifty years old.
Chen Yinyin quickly stood up, followed Feng Zhuo and said politely: "Hello, Uncle Lin, I'm Chen Yinyin."
Uncle Lin smiled and said, "You are Ah Zhuo's wife, right? Your kid, good fortune."
Although Feng Zhuo didn't speak, he seemed to be agreeing with Uncle Lin's words with actions, and clenched Chen Yinyin's hand.
Chen Yinyin said politely: "You've been rewarded."
"It's rare for you to come here to see what you want to eat on the menu, I will do it myself.
From Uncle Lin’s pie, Chen Yinyin is not difficult to guess that he is the owner and chef of this Internet celebrity restaurant, but not everyone is lucky enough to eat the chef’s dishes.
Feng Zhuo actually knew the owner of this store, she couldn't think of it, and he couldn't do it without him.
"What to eat?"
The man handed the menu to her and asked softly.
Chen Yinyin read the menu from start to finish and asked Uncle Lin: "Anything is fine? I remember the restaurant's rule is that there are specific dishes every day..."
Uncle Lin smiled and said: "The rules are all set by people, it doesn't matter."
Only then did Chen Yinyin feel relieved and boldly ordered a few dishes that she had always wanted to try.
Because there were so many things that she wanted to eat, it was difficult to make a choice. At the end of the order, she found that there were seven or eight dishes.
Feng Zhuo seized the opportunity and started teasing her: "Just now someone said that he didn't have a lot of food, seven or eight dishes, and desserts. How many stomachs do you have?"
Chen Yinyin made a big blush, and immediately crossed out a few lines.
"It's okay, you can taste everything you like, it's rare to come once."
Uncle Lin smiled and took the menu and went to the kitchen to prepare.
As soon as he left, Chen Yinyin couldn't help but said to Feng Zhuo: "Can you give me some face? You make me hard to come to the stage."
"It's okay, Uncle Lin is not an outsider."
When the topic was over, she couldn't help being curious.
"How did you and Uncle Lin meet?"
The man raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you think I learned my cooking skills?"
Chen Yinyin was surprised: "You mean, Uncle Lin is your cooking teacher?"
"Forget it, he is a friend of my parents. When he was a child, he often visited his shop and ran back to the kitchen when he was fine. As time passed, his ears and eyes were fascinated."
Hearing this, a boy with a stern face appeared in her mind, standing by the stove, watching the cooking seriously.
"What are you thinking about again?"