Chapter 889

Sichuan Beijing home

Song Fengwan stands on one side and stares at Xu Yuanfei. She turns her fingers and packs the cake. The red ribbon runs through her fingers and becomes a beautiful bow.

She saw her packing boxes more than once, and she learned to do it.

As a result

Cough, cough.

She may never bow in her life.

At this time, Xu Yuanfei's mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, "late, help me, right pocket."

Song Fengwan took out the mobile phone for her. She only took a look and asked her to put it back.

"Why don't you answer the phone?"

"Not really." Xu Yuanfei opened the closet and said, "do you want a small candle?"

"Well." Song Fengwan nodded and was still looking at the ribbon she had just tied. Unexpectedly, the mobile phone had just disappeared. With several messages coming in, she just glanced at them. They were all in a pleading tone, as if to invite her to do something.

"A few days later, there was an online Red conference. I didn't know what kind of vote the organizer made. Later, I learned that I won the prize and asked me to participate in the event. It was very grand."

Xu Yuanfei explains.

Because a few years ago, influenced by Duan Linbai, the dessert shop became an online red shop. After Xu Yuanfei expanded his shop these years, he also made a microblog number with the trend, released some new products, or taught us to make some simple cakes.

Duan Linbai often likes to reprint it. The number of fans in Xu Yuanfei's account is nearly 10 million, and they are all very active and high-quality fans, so they voted for her immediately.

Xu Yuanfei doesn't have the heart to be a net red at all, so he is not willing to participate in such activities.

She has no intention, but fans always want to give the best to the people they like.

There are too many gimmicks that can be hyped on her, so the organizer naturally urges her all the time.

"If you don't make it clear to them, you'll probably harass you all the time." Song Fengwan said with a smile.

"I've said it several times, but I still call several times a day."

Xu Yuanfei packed the cake and handed it to her. As soon as she turned around, she saw her daughter coming out from behind with a small schoolbag on her back.

She had a headache immediately.

"Mom, can I go to my brother's house?" Jingxingyao looks like jinghanchuan. She has two braids and a beautiful skirt. She has excellent manners.

The appearance of Jing Hanchuan is a little feminine, but not feminine. He has a rebellious and uninhibited style. He looks like a girl, so he is naturally exquisite.

Xu Yuanfei smiles bitterly. You've packed up your things. What else can I say?

"Did you talk to grandma?"

"Yes, grandma agrees."

"Later, please take care of her." Xu Yuanfei has a headache, but fortunately, today is not the girl of Duan family.

Several children of the same age, naturally play, she and Duan that girl or kindergarten class, Gu Ling strange, half a moment is not let people stop.

**

On the way back to the old house

Fu Chen is in charge of driving. Song Fengwan holds the cake and sits in the front passenger's seat to brush the microblog for a while, while the two children don't know what to mutter behind.

"What news did you see, so focused?"

"Is a net red vote competition, sister Xu also selected, I want to see what is a competition

In recent years, many Internet celebrities are not limited to the Internet, many of them have begun to participate in TV variety shows, and many of them are filming, some of them earn no less than stars.

Song Fengwan found that she even had several tickets on her microblog account. Although Xu Yuanfei would not participate in the activity, the tickets were wasted, so she gave them to her.

The system automatically generates a microblog to thank her for voting for Xu Yuanfei.

Song Fengwan's microblog used to be used to eat melons, and added Duan Linbai's fan support club. Now it's daily. Occasionally, he will publish some of his own design works. There are more than 100 fans, and no one pays attention to her.

After arriving at the old house, far away, I saw the old man standing in the shade of the tree.

Over the years, his back was rickety and his eyes were muddy. When he saw a familiar car coming, his eyes suddenly turned to a car, one hand holding a crutch, and the other hand waving at them.

The old lady of the Fu family had a stroke two years ago, but her legs and feet were not sharp after that, and she seldom went out.

As soon as the car stopped, Fu Qinyuan opened the door and jumped down

The old man smiles when he sees him, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are full of smiles. "Good, good..." Yu Guang catches a glimpse of jingxingyao getting off the car and keeps calling her to come over. "Come and show me the stars. I haven't seen you for a long time..."

As soon as she approached, she was held by the old man, "more and more beautiful."

"Go ahead." Fu Chen held the cake, "Qinyuan, help your grandfather."

"I know." Mr. Fu loves him and Mr. Fu Qinyuan respects him. After all

This is the thickest thigh in the whole family.

After Fu Shinan was transferred back to the capital, Dai Yunqing naturally came back. Usually, she stayed at home with her two elders. Fu Zhongli and his family went abroad two years ago. It was because Fu Yuxiu was going to stay abroad for a long time and married his girlfriend the year before last. Last year, they had a child and they went to take care of him.

"Sister in law." Song Feng came into the room late and saw Dai Yunqing, who was busy in the kitchen. "I'm sorry, Qinyuan's birthday still keeps you busy for a long time."

"It's OK. Is it hot outside today..."

Song Fengwan and his children went to the inner room to see the old lady. The old man was in poor health and lazy spirit. Leaning on the rocking chair, he could sleep all day.

"Stay with grandma."

She said, took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen.

Fu Chen saw that when he went into the kitchen, naoren was buzzing with pain. After all these years, song Fengwan was able to cook some good dishes, but the taste was too bad to compliment.

Thanks to Fu Qinyuan.

The old man's educational policy has always been to encourage his children instead of attacking them. He did not know when he learned the essence. After song Fengwan once cooked, he boasted that it was delicious and hoped that she would do it often.

Song Fengwan thinks that his son likes it, so naturally he often runs to the kitchen.

Fu Qinyuan had to drag him into the water even though he suffered a lot: "Dad, why don't you eat it? Don't you like it very much? Or do you think mom's cooking is not good? "

Fu Chen had no choice but to eat a few mouthfuls.

In fact, the smell is OK, but the taste of the entrance is always a little strange.

Looking at his little wife's expectant eyes, he could only say, "yes, better than before."

"I think it's very good, too, mom. In fact, you have great talent for cooking."

Fu Qinyuan actually wanted to flatter song Fengwan. After all, song Fengwan was the leg of his family.

"Really delicious?" Song Fengwan had tasted it by herself, and she was quite ordinary.

"Yeah, I think it's great, Dad, don't you think?" Fu Qinyuan continued to flatter.

"Well, yes." Fu Chen is also not good at this time to beat his wife.

Then song Fengwan said to the devil: "since you all think it's delicious, then finish it. Don't waste it. This dish is so delicious that Fu Xinhan can't eat it. You are responsible for solving it."

When Fu Qinyuan shook his chopsticks, Fu Shen took a deep breath

Little bastard, you killed me!

Flattery, now it's all right, put yourself in the hole.

"Qinyuan, you don't like it very much. Eat more." Song Fengwan finished, just sat on one side, staring at him to eat.

Fu Chen never had much to eat. After a few mouthfuls, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Qinyuan, you are growing. If you eat more, I won't accompany you."

Fu Qinyuan

Someone managed to eat almost all the food.

Song Fengwan said: "it seems that you really like to eat. I'll make more for you when I have time."

For a moment, Fu Qin felt a little dark.

Song Fengwan usually draws design drawings. Sometimes she can't take care of her son's three meals, so it's hard to avoid neglecting to take care of her son. At the bottom of her heart, she feels in debt. Since Fu Qinyuan likes it, she must satisfy him.

When Fu Chen and her went back to the house, song Fengwan muttered: "in fact, that dish is very common. How could Qinyuan love it so much? Is his taste so unique? "

Fu Chen laughs. The boy will regret his death.

So in the future, when Song Feng cooks in the new year's festival, it will become a regular program. He turns over and over the dishes and naturally improves his standard. However, he is unavoidably bored when he eats them every day.

……

Soon the old lady came out and the two children sat on the carpet playing.

Jingxingyao is dexterous. She is kneeling on the ground to make origami. Fu Qin is bored playing with the model plane in her hand, but her eyes are always on her hand.

Fu Qin had no good heredity and was as disabled as song Fengwan.

Kindergarten manual class, kneading rubber, origami, he did not have the same hand.

Josiyan once joked: "it's a pity that such a beautiful and slender finger grows on you!"

Fu Qinyuan's hands are beautiful, and the children are delicate and tender. They are quite ornamental, but some of them are disabled.

So whenever he went to Qiao's house, he was forbidden to touch any carving tools.

It's just hand damage. It's very destructive.

Jade is not origami. If you make a mistake, it's irreversible. So when Fu Qinyuan goes to Qiao's house, Qiao Xiyan or Qiao Wangbei always treats him as a thief.

Finally, I just locked the door of the machine room.

He also complained with Fu Chen: "Dad, I really worked hard, I also folded paper according to the teacher's words, but..."

Fu Chen can't tell him that it's hereditary, because your mother's craftsmanship is very poor.

Jing Xingyao is surprisingly skillful. There is no contrast and no harm.

*

When the food is ready, song Fengwan takes off her apron and takes her two children to wash their hands. Subconsciously, she feels out her mobile phone and looks at it. The kitchen is a little noisy. She is worried that she will miss her work information.

But she felt out the cell phone, and the whole person was stunned.

All of them are comments and private messages, because her microblog is used to eat melons and brush news. She has no friends, and no one interacts with her. The inexplicable 99 + content makes her feel a little stunned.

I opened my eyes.

All the private letters and comments were scolding her.

She was stunned by all kinds of foul language.

"Mom, let's go and have dinner!" Fu Qinyuan looked at her in a daze and pulled her out.

She is not a child, and naturally can be happy and angry not in the form of color, smile put away the mobile phone, "well, eat."

After sitting down, Fu Chen narrowed his eyes and leaned against her, "what's wrong with work?"

"No, there's a meeting I didn't attend today. Just now they sent me the content of the meeting. It's just a bit of trouble." Song Fengwan said with a smile.

Fu Shen's fingers rapped on the table quietly.

*

At this time, northern Sichuan

Jing Hanchuan has already arrived at home, and is ready to ask Xu Yuanfei how to let the two peddlers take the people away.

But I saw her sitting on the sofa, looking at her mobile phone.

"What's the matter? This expression? "

"Something on Weibo." Xu Yuanfei is also inexplicably abused. At this time, a group of people rush into her comment area and are fighting with her fans.

She simply turned off the comments.

It turned out to be all kinds of guilty things.

She is really baffled. She didn't do anything. How could she be accused?

"Very serious?" Jing Hanchuan squints.

"Nothing." Xu Yuanfei just felt a headache.

"If you have any questions, please let me know." Jing Hanchuan comforted her, turned her head, and suddenly found a goldfish in her aquarium turned white.

Fu Qinyuan must have done a good job again.

That night, Duan Linbai visited jinghanchuan in a small group of four of them.

"My sister-in-law has been attacked on the Internet, and some people have bought a hot search. Now she's on the list of more than 20 people."

And Jing Hanchuan turns on his computer and looks at it from a voting microblog