"Zhiwei." Madam Feng put down her chopsticks, "How many times have I told you, women, don't talk about government affairs."
"This is really strange." Feng Zhiwei put down the steamed bun, smiled and looked at Mrs. Feng, "Those who don't know heard it, I'm afraid they really think my Mrs. Feng is a gentle and virtuous woman who doesn't care about state affairs and wholeheartedly teaches her children."
"Isn't it?" Madam Feng ignored her, picked up a chopsticks of fans very preciously, frowned and thought about similar things in the world, sometimes the world is really far away, for example, this fan looks a lot like the Cui Gai shark's fin that I used to eat back then— Top-grade small spare ribs, stewed in chicken broth, then big purple abalone, top-quality cloud legs, wrapped in lotus leaves and stewed. So similar looks, but very different identities and circumstances... Forget it, why think so much, it's fate.
She ate deliciously without raising her head. Feng Zhiwei squinted at her, and said in a calm voice, "Yes, there is nothing wrong. Madam Feng has always been like this. Father went out to fight, killed himself at the age of twelve, and was ordered to turn the tide at the age of fourteen. He led 30,000 shirtless men to fight against the enemy army, killing heads and dancing in the yellow sand. He became famous in the first battle and was admired by the whole world.
"Enough." Madam Feng interrupted her calmly, considered the amount of cabbage vermicelli, and carefully poured out a little more.
Feng Zhiwei seemed to have never heard of it.
"Qiu Mingying, who is known as the Marshal of the Fire Phoenix..." She stood up suddenly, supported the table, and faced Mrs. Feng's face with a delicate snow-like face, looking straight into her eyes, "Dead, already dead."
"Snapped!"
The bowls and chopsticks on the table vibrated and jingled. Madam Feng, who was pressing her hand on the table, raised her eyebrows and stared. In an instant, her gaze was as fierce as electricity, vaguely showing the demeanor of the all-powerful female handsome back then.
Feng Zhiwei just smiled and didn't move.
Before the aftershock subsided, the half-broken cabbage bowl tilted, and the soup splashed straight on Feng Zhiwei. Feng Zhiwei looked down, smiled, and still didn't move his body, not even moving his eyelashes.
On the other hand, Mrs. Feng, who was staring at her angrily, looked at her face in a daze, sighed suddenly, stretched out her finger and pressed it, and the rotating bowls and chopsticks on the table immediately stopped, and a little splash of soup splashed on Mrs. Feng's fingers. The madam regretfully wanted to suck it, and as soon as she raised her head to meet Feng Zhiwei's gaze, she immediately wiped her hand on the apron.
"Okay... it's all over." The fierce female handsome disappeared in an instant, and the woman sitting opposite Feng Zhiwei was still holding the broken bowl and drinking vegetable soup, "Hurry up and eat, and go to the front of Madam Zhao after eating." There to help."
Feng Zhiwei stared at Mrs. Feng's beautiful but slightly aged face, slowly withdrew her hand supporting the table, sighed, and was about to sit down, when someone behind her slammed the door open, and came in with a bone-chilling air. Sitting next to her, he grabbed the steamed bun that Madam Feng hadn't moved and gnawed on it, murmuring inarticulately, "It's another steamed bun!"
"Hao'er, what's the rush, be careful biting your tongue." Madam Feng immediately reached out to caress the child's hair lovingly, "Is it cold? Shall I warm it up for you?"
Feng Zhiwei lowered her eyes to look at the hard steamed bun in her hand—take it to warm up? To put it lightly, the kitchen is very busy right now, do you have the time to warm up steamed buns for you
The steamed bun in my hand was as hard as iron, why didn't I say to heat it up
"How do you eat it when it's so cold?" Feng Hao took a bite, frowned, and threw out the steamed bun as soon as he let go, the hard steamed bun hit the ground with a clang, "Don't eat it!"
Feng Zhiwei stared at the steamed bun—this is breakfast this morning, the three shared two steamed buns, mother didn't even touch it, and only drank the vegetable soup from the previous night, now, this precious steamed bun was smashed by the frivolous hands of her younger brother Out, covered with dust.
Then she slowly turned her head and stared at Feng Hao.
"pick it up."
Feng Zhiwei's tone is always gentle and gentle, and there seems to be a smile in her eyes. She is born with hazy eye waves, no matter how she looks at people, she is not domineering. Mrs. Feng's fierceness and sternness just now appeared in her body. , can't find it.
Feng Hao flinched, for some reason, every time his sister talked to him with a smile, he would feel chills for no reason, and there seemed to be some ordinary people watching him in those bright and fresh eyes. What he couldn't see made his heart feel tight.
It's just that his mother's doting made him feel confident, he took a step back, away from Feng Zhiwei's surroundings, then raised his head, and let out a cold snort of disdain.
Feng Zhiwei looked at him, her eyes were still smiling, she sat down with a smile, continued to nibble on her steamed buns, and said lightly, "You don't want to pick it up, do you? Well, you're old enough to have your own ideas. I'll ask for it tomorrow." Ma'am, let you go to study with the third young master, you are so smart, we may not guarantee that our Feng family will be glorious in the future, we have to count on you."
"Don't!" Feng Hao's face changed drastically, and he glared at her angrily, "Are you still my sister? Send me to that fire pit? You vicious woman, you don't live long by yourself, and you still want to take me with you..."
"Hao'er!"
Feng Hao was startled by that stern shout, and shut up resentfully, Mrs. Feng looked straight at him, then at Feng Zhiwei, the smile in Feng Zhiwei's eyes faded, but the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
"Isn't it just a steamed bun?" Madam Feng smiled, and hurried to the corner to pick up the steamed bun, carefully blew on it, and held it in her hands, "I'll go and let the kitchen heat it up."
Feng Zhiwei lowered her eyes, looked at the steamed bun in her mother's hand, at her mother's hands that used to be smooth and smooth but now they were full of rough cracks, and then at her drooping temple hair, at some point, the black hair and blue hair changed into stars, That point of whiteness hurt her eyes.
Decades of stars and frosts have changed, and looking back at Zhu Yan's changes, the generation of female heroes who were too pretentious in the past, and the rumored hot and fiery female commander, have long been annihilated in the old papers, leaving only the bright outline, in all the distant places. Looking back alone in the legend.
She didn't even know what kind of experience it was to smooth out those radiant and sharp edges and change the life of forbearance and hardship at the moment.
"I'll go." After a while, Feng Zhiwei sighed, and took the steamed bun from Mrs. Feng's hand—the people in the kitchen climbed up and down, very snobbish, she didn't want to see Mother beg for help in a low voice, and then be stabbed by the blade of words.