Chapter 5

"Zhiwei." Mrs. Feng put down her chopsticks and said, "how many times have I told you that women should not talk about politics."

"That's strange." Feng Zhiwei puts down the steamed bread and laughs at Madame Feng. "The people who don't know hear it. I'm afraid that my wife Feng is a gentle and virtuous woman who doesn't know the state affairs and is devoted to teaching her children."

"Isn't it?" Mrs. Feng ignored her. She picked up a chopsticks and vermicelli, frowned and thought about the similar things in the world. Sometimes, it was very different. For example, this fan looked like the Cuigai shark's fin, which was often eaten in those years - top-grade small ribs, chicken soup stewed in a gentle fire, and then a large purple abalone, a good cloud leg, wrapped in lotus leaves and stewed, the finished product was mellow and moist, and the lotus fragrance overflowed Another example is that man, Zhiwei and Shaoning are so similar in appearance, but different in status and circumstances Forget it. It's fate to think so much.

She ate a delicious meal without raising her head. Feng Zhiwei glanced at her with a slanting eye and said, "yes, there's nothing wrong with it. Madame Feng has always been like this. As for a general, a tiger girl, she was born handsome. She went out with her father at the age of ten, and killed herself at the age of twelve. At the age of fourteen, she was forced to fight the enemy with thirty thousand shirtless boys. She killed her head and danced in the yellow sand They became famous in the first World War and are admired all over the world

"That's enough." Mrs. Feng calmly interrupted her, weighing the weight of cabbage vermicelli, and carefully poured a little.

Fengzhiwei is as if she had never heard of it.

"Qiu Mingying, who is known as the handsome Phoenix lady..." She suddenly stood up, propped up the table, and put a face like the snow on Mrs. Feng's face, and looked straight into her eyes, "dead, already dead."

"Pa!"

The dishes and chopsticks on the table vibrated and jingled. Mrs. Feng, who pressed her hand on the table top, raised her eyebrows and fixed her eyes. For a moment, her eyes were like electricity, and she was vaguely like the charisma of the powerful woman in those days.

Fengzhi Wei but only smile, not move.

The aftershock did not stop. The half broken cabbage bowl tilted, and the soup was poured directly at Feng Zhiwei. Feng Zhiwei looked down, with a smile in his mouth, but he did not move his body, even his eyelashes did not move.

However, she glared at her wife Feng, staring at her face. Suddenly, she sighed and stretched out her fingers. The rotating dishes and chopsticks on the table were all still. A little splashed soup splashed on Mrs. Feng's fingers. Unfortunately, Mrs. Feng wanted to suck it. As soon as she looked up at Feng Zhiwei, she wiped her hands on her apron.

"Well It's all over. " Sharp woman Shuai disappeared in a flash, sitting opposite Feng Zhiwei was still the woman holding a broken bowl to drink vegetable soup. "Hurry to eat, finish eating, go to the front of mother Zhao to help."

Feng Zhiwei gazed at Mrs. Feng's pretty but slightly old face. She slowly took back her hand supporting the table and sighed that she was about to sit down. Suddenly someone slammed the door behind her and rolled in with a bone chilling air. She sat by her side, grabbing the steamed bread that Mrs. Feng had not moved, and murmured: "it's steamed bread again!"

"Hao'er, what's so urgent? Bite your tongue carefully." Mrs. Feng immediately reached out to caress the child's hair, "is it cold? I'll get you the heat? "

Feng Zhi looks down at his steamed bread? It's easy to say. The kitchen is busy now. Do you have the time to heat up your steamed bread?

The steamed bread in my hand is as hard as iron. Why not take it hot?

"How can I eat it so cold?" Feng Hao bit, frowned, and threw the steamed bread out with his hands. The hard steamed bread fell on the ground, and there was a loud voice, "don't eat it!"

Feng Zhiwei stares at the steamed bread. It's breakfast this morning. Three people have two steamed buns. Their mother doesn't touch them. They only drink the vegetable soup overnight. Now, the precious steamed bread is smashed by his brother's frivolous hands and is covered with dust.

Then she slowly turned her head, staring at Feng Hao.

"Pick it up."

Feng Zhiwei's tone is always warm and soft, and her eyes seem to contain a smile. She is born with dense and hazy eye waves. She doesn't look overbearing. The fierce and cold that Mrs. Feng has just startled her just now can't be found in her.

But Feng Hao shrank. Somehow, every time his sister talked to him with a smile, he felt cold at the bottom of his heart for no reason. There seemed to be some other things that ordinary people couldn't see in his bright and bright eyes, which bound him tight.

But his mother's love, let him always have no fear, he stepped back, left Fengzhi micro body around the scope, only raised his head, disdained from the nose cold hum.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him, and his eyes were still smiling. He sat down with a smile and continued to gnaw at her steamed bread. He said faintly, "don't you pick it up? Well, you're old. You have your own opinion. Tomorrow I'll go to ask my wife to let you go to study with the third young master. You are so smart that we can't shine in the future. We still have to rely on you. "

"No Feng Hao's face changed greatly and glared at her, "are you still my sister? Take me to the fire pit? You wicked woman, you don't live long. You want to take me with you... "

"Hao'er!"

Feng Hao was startled by that sharp drink, and bitterly stopped. Mrs. Feng looked at him directly and then saw Feng Zhiwei. The smile of Feng Zhiwei's eyes was lighter, but the corners of her lips were slightly bent.

"Isn't it just a steamed bread?" Feng lady a smile, hurried to the corner to pick up the steamed bread, blowing carefully, close in the hand, "I'll let the kitchen heat up."Feng Zhi lowered her eyes slightly, looked at the steamed bread in her mother's hand, looked at her once smooth and smooth hands, but now it was all rough and cracked, and then looked at her bowed temples. I don't know when, the black hair and green silk changed to the temples and stars, and the spot of white hurt her eyes.

After decades of star frost change, and then look back on the beautiful girl, it is said that the young and beautiful female heroes in the past, who are as strong as fire, have long been annihilated in the old paper, leaving behind the bright outline, looking back alone in the legends of all walks of life.

She didn't even know what kind of experience it was to smooth out the shining and sharp edges and corners, and change her life of enduring and hardship at the moment.

"I'll go." After a while, Feng Zhiwei sighed and took the steamed bread from Madame Feng's hand. Those people in the kitchen climbed up and stepped down. They were very snobbish. She didn't want to see her mother murmuring for help and being stabbed by the blade of words.

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