After the divorce, Feng Ye begged for reconciliation every day.

Chapter 45 There are too many people here to hinder her
dinner.

There were only four people sitting on the huge round table.

Feng old lady, Feng Yichen, Shi Moran and Feng Qingqing.

Shi Moran buried her head in mouthfuls of the dishes that Feng Yichen kept sandwiching, but even though she had worked hard, she still couldn't eat as fast as Feng Yichen.

"Second brother, you are biased. You only treat her well, not Qingqing."

Seeing Feng Yichen whose eyes were full of that stupid woman, Feng Qingqing simply put down the bowl and chopsticks, leaned on the back of the chair and pouted, looking unhappy.

"Qingqing, don't mess around! Your second elder brother should be nice to your second sister-in-law."

The old lady Feng scolded, this is not the time for Feng Qingqing to lose her temper.

Although she knew in her heart that it was impossible for Feng Yichen to accept Shi Moran in such a short period of time, the so-called care and love were nothing more than putting on a show in front of her.

However, this is much better than Feng Yichen doing nothing.

At least, in the eyes of outsiders, he and Shi Moran are a loving couple.

"But the second elder brother is Qingqing's older brother, so he should be nice to Qingqing..."

Feng Qingqing hadn't finished speaking when she saw a pair of chopsticks holding a large chicken leg, and finally placed it in the bowl in front of her.

Turning her head sideways, she looked at Shi Moran who retracted her hand, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Ranran is good to you, and Ranran is good to Qingqing."

Shi Moran squinted her eyes and smiled, the pear dimple on the corner of her mouth was looming, like a snow-white pear blossom in March, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Who, who wants you to treat me well, I don't care about it!"

Feng Qingqing blushed, quickly picked up the chopsticks, picked up the chicken legs from the bowl, and threw them into the bone dish.

"Qingqing!"

The old lady Feng's tone was a little more serious than before.

"I don't like chicken legs!"

Feng Qingqing curled her lips aggrieved, she doesn't like to eat such greasy food, is there something wrong?

"Then what do you like to eat, Ranran, here you are."

Shi Moran hurriedly asked.

But I was a little puzzled in my heart, shouldn't children love these things very much, why doesn't Feng Qingqing like them?

Did she really not like it, or did she just not like what she gave?

"I don't like anything!"

With her mouth pursed, Feng Qingqing stared at Shi Moran.

She not only snatched away her second elder brother, but also snatched away her grandma. Now grandma treats her so fiercely that she doesn't dare to get angry anymore.

"Okay, if you don't like it, give it back to me."

When he was talking, Moran used his chopsticks to grab back the big chicken leg in front of Feng Qingqing.

"Give it back to you? Impossible!"

Seeing that Shi Moran's chopsticks were about to touch the drumstick, Feng Qingqing quickly stretched out her hands to protect the food, "This is mine!"

It was already given to her, but that stupid woman still wants to take it back?
"You don't like it, but Ranran likes it. What's the matter with feeding it to Ranran? Mom said, you can't waste food."

Shi Moran leaned sideways, puffed up her cheeks, and spoke righteously to Feng Qingqing.

"Ranran is right, you can't waste a grain of food!"

The old lady Feng nodded in agreement.

Although their Feng family does not lack this little money, they still focus on saving food.

Seeing that grandma likes Shi Moran so much, she seems to be angry, Feng Qingqing, who never eats these greasy foods, immediately picks up the chopsticks, and puts the chicken legs back into the bowl clumsily and laboriously.

"Who says I won't eat! I won't waste food."

Lowering her head, she tried to take a bite of the chicken thigh, chewing slowly.

It seems that the taste is also very good?

Seeing that Feng Qingqing was finally willing to eat meat, the old lady Feng smiled. This child has never been interested in meat since he was a child.

If they hadn't lured her with various conditions, she wouldn't have eaten meat at all.

"Ranran, eat more fish, fish is delicious."

As if she had found some secret, the old lady Feng put a piece of steamed mandarin fish into Shi Moran's bowl.

"Grandma, I want too!"

As she said that, Feng Qingqing quickly put down her chopsticks and held the bowl in her two short hands.

"Okay, give Qingqing a clip too."

Old Madam Feng also put a small piece of fish into Feng Qingqing's bowl.

Turning her head sideways, Feng Qingqing looked at Shi Moran who was burying her head in her food, chomping away as if she had been hungry for a long time and hadn't had enough.

She raised her head to look at Old Madam Feng again, and saw that she was staring at Shi Moran with a smile on her face. She immediately followed Shi Moran's example, changing her mouth from a small mouth to a big one.

Feng Yichen looked at Feng Qingqing who was working hard with her head bowed to imitate Shi Moran, and opened her mouth, wanting her not to imitate Shi Moran.

But when the words came to his lips, they never came out.

Although it was unsightly, even vulgar, it was doing her body as much as possible.

Waiting for her to get used to eating meat, it will be too late to correct it.

A meal is over.

Shi Moran leaned on the back of the chair and felt her chubby belly. This meal was really, really filling her up.

She knew that the old lady gave her a lot of food just to stimulate Feng Qingqing, so that Feng Qingqing could eat too.

Feng Qingqing also asked for a copy of what the old lady brought her.

If it wasn't for Feng Qingqing to eat well, she wouldn't have eaten so much.

Fortunately, Feng Qingqing didn't let her down either. After she finished eating, Feng Qingqing didn't waste anything, and finished eating together.

"Grandma, Ranran drinks milk obediently before going to bed. Ranran is a good boy, right?"

Stretching out his hand, Shi Moran wanted to reassure the old lady before she left.

Children do not like to drink milk, which is normal.

However, milk has great benefits for the body.

It is said that helping people to the end and sending Buddha to the west.

The old lady treats her so well, she should do something for the old lady, that's what she should do.

"Qingqing wants to drink too!"

As soon as Shi Moran said this, Feng Qingqing immediately hugged the old lady Feng's hand, "Qingqing will drink milk every night from now on, Qingqing is also a good boy!"

After finishing speaking, she made a grimace at Shi Moran, as if she wanted to fight Shi Moran to the end.

With a deep smile hidden in his eyes, Shi Moran paused, raised his hand and yawned, "Grandma, Ranran is sleepy, Ranran has to go home and sleep."

The old lady Feng looked at the teardrops hanging from the corners of Shi Moran's eyes, and followed the trend, "Since you're sleepy, why don't you stay here?"

If Shi Moran stayed here for a long time, he would definitely be able to get rid of Feng Qingqing's many bad habits.

"No, Ranran wants to go home."

Shi Moran shook his head firmly.

She cannot stay.

After all, she still has tasks to do tomorrow.

There are too many people here, which hinders her too much.

"Well, then grandma won't keep you either."

When the old lady Feng saw Moran's firm attitude, she couldn't say anything more, she could only look at Feng Yichen, "It's getting late, Yichen, you go back and rest early."

Feng Yichen: "..."

It was Moran who said she wanted to go back, not him who said he wanted to go back.

After all, he is also the grandson of her old man, so she should ask him anyway.

After all, who is real?
　Boys, let's vote for the monthly ticket recommendation.

　　Beg, beg, beg~~~~·
　　
　
(End of this chapter)