Chapter 180

Remembering that I haven't seen aunt Xiang in some days, I drove to her!

After all, in Lin Feng's heart, aunt Xiang, a gentle woman, is no different from his mother.

Leaves were falling outside the window.

The hot summer has gradually passed, autumn has come quietly, and the temperature has gradually dropped down!

"Ding Ling!"

The door bell rang.

Wenshan's head poked out. Her hair still had a faint fragrance. Looking at Lin Feng's pretty face, she blushed slightly and shouted softly, "brother Feng, are you coming?"

"Yes!"

"Is it all right if I call you that?" Wenshan asked again carefully.

"It's all right."

Lin Feng didn't think too much. He walked into the hall and found that Wen Shan was wearing an apron, holding a spatula in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other hand. Even there was a small piece of debris of vegetable leaves hanging on her pretty face

"Xiao Feng, you're coming!"

At the same time, aunt Xiang's happy voice came from inside.

"Mom, what are you still doing? Don't get a pair of slippers for brother Feng quickly!" One side, holding a spatula and kitchen knife, Wen Shan looked at Aunt Xiang bitterly and said.

"Oh, I just washed this slipper and took it out to dry." As soon as aunt Xiang patted her head, she hurriedly said, "but it's all right. It's OK not to change it. It's broken. I'll just drag it later!"

"Mom, why are you doing this?" However, Wenshan was suddenly unhappy. Looking at Aunt Xiang, she said reproachfully, "you're all right. Why don't you think about brother Feng's feet?"

"Eh, you girl?"

Aunt Xiang looked at Wenshan with a puzzled face.

"Forget it, go and turn the pot first. I'll get him my slippers myself!" With that, Wenshan handed the kitchen knife to Aunt Xiang and said angrily. Then, without taking care of aunt Xiang's changing face, she walked quickly to the room.

Looking at Wenshan's urgent shadow, aunt Xiang's mouth moved and looked at Lin Feng suspiciously.

After a while, Wenshan took out a pair of pink furry slippers with a rice mouse pinned on them from her room. Looking at Lin Feng, she said with a crimson face: "well, mom did wash other slippers, so you'll make do with it and wear mine!"

Then he squatted down to help Lin Feng take off his shoes.

"It's okay, I'll do it myself!" Lin Feng quickly refused, and then had no choice but to touch his nose and put on Wenshan's shoes. Although it was crowded, Lin Feng's feet were not big, so he could get in.

However, looking at this pair of slippers with lovely painting style on his feet, Lin Fengmu was in place and his face was covered with black lines. At the same time, his toes subconsciously wriggled!

"Hee hee!"

Seeing Lin Feng's foolish and cute appearance, Wen Shan couldn't help covering her red lips and secretly laughed.

"I'd better wear my own shoes!" Lin Feng said with a sweat on his face.

"Well, well, I won't laugh at you!"

Wenshan smiled mischievously again.

"All right!"

Lin Feng rubbed his nose, full of discomfort.

"Mom, why are you still stunned? Brother Feng came so far. Why don't you know how to pour a glass of water!" At this time, when Wenshan saw aunt Xiang standing at the kitchen door looking at them, she couldn't help shouting again.

"Eh, who do you call?"

Aunt Xiang was immediately unhappy and scolded with a black face: "I'm your mother. I'm busy this afternoon. You can't understand me. Go and pour it yourself!"

"Mom, look at you. I have to cook!" Wenshan pouted her red lips and said angrily, "and you love brother Feng most. What's wrong with pouring a glass of water!"

Aunt Xiang was full of resentment and reluctantly poured water.

But she found that Wenshan was still standing there smiling at Lin Feng. She turned on the air conditioner for Lin Feng and handed Lin Feng the TV remote control. This earth shaking differential treatment made her mother feel a little jealous!

"This girl, brother Feng, won't have any feelings for Xiao Feng, will she?"

While pouring water, aunt Xiang looked at her pretty face full of ruddy daughter. Her eyelids jumped, and she couldn't help raising this idea in her heart.

"But the difference between before and after this is a little big. I didn't like Xiao Feng before!" For a time, as a woman, she couldn't see through the baby daughter!

Due to the lack of some cooking seasoning, Wenshan hurried out to buy it, leaving aunt Xiang busy in the kitchen alone.

"Aunt Xiang, let me peel the garlic for you!" Lin Feng came to the kitchen and said with a smile.

"Good, good!"

Aunt Xiang quickly replied.

"I remember a few years ago, when I cooked for you, you helped me peel garlic and choose vegetables!" While they were peeling garlic, aunt Xiang sighed and said, "you weren't big at that time. Now as time passes, you have grown up!"

"Yes!"

Hearing aunt Xiang's words, Lin Feng couldn't help feeling that this scene had countless times in his memory, which filled his heart with warmth.

"Xiao Feng, you and Shan'er“

At this time, aunt Xiang finally raised her head and asked Lin Feng.

"Aunt Xiang, you misunderstood. I just helped her a little before and arranged a job for her, so..." Lin Feng rubbed his nose and quickly explained.

"I know you help her arrange her work, but... Even if she appreciates you, it won't be like this. This girl is so abnormal!" Aunt Xiang said in wonder.

"Don't worry, aunt Xiang. She is your daughter. I will only treat her as my sister!" Lin Feng seemed afraid of aunt Xiang's misunderstanding and quickly explained.

"What's the matter with your sister?" However, aunt Xiang took out another garlic ball, stared at Lin Feng and said, "you and Shan'er are not related by blood. If you are really... Aunt Xiang, I don't object!"

"Aunt Xiang, you..."

Lin Feng peeled the palm of garlic, and the whole person couldn't help but be stunned.

"In fact, aunt Xiang wants you and this girl..."

Speaking of this, aunt Xiang, who has always been serious, smiled secretly and said with a little pride: "after all, fat water doesn't flow into outsiders' fields. In the future, you two will be filial to me, and I'm enjoying my happiness..."

"Er..."

Lin Feng couldn't help but be covered with black lines.

Remembering that Yue Chengde sent his granddaughter, he can understand that Aunt Zha Xiang seems to have this idea, too?

At this time, Wen Shan, who bought spices, came back. When she saw the two peeling garlic together, a pretty face suddenly darkened and said with a little blame: "Mom, brother Feng is tired. You can't let him rest!"

Seeing Wen Shan like this, aunt Xiang was stunned. As a mother, she finally determined the idea of the Ni Zi. She couldn't help getting up and patting her palm and said meaningfully: "Xiao Feng, you'd better go and have a rest, or the Ni Zi will say that my mother doesn't understand you."

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Wenshan blushed and said bitterly with her little feet chopped.

"What can I say? It's just that some Ni Zi would rather be tired of my mother than his Maple brother!" Aunt Xiang looked at Wen Shan with ridicule and said meaningfully.

"Hum... You..."

"Ignore you, I went to cook!"

Wenshan's pretty face was full of ruddy. With a coquettish hum, she hurried to cook.

"This girl!"

"Hum, I really think I can't see through your mind as a mother!"

Aunt Xiang smiled secretly.

He whispered again, "but it's good. I just don't know if Xiao Feng can see this girl."

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