Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

The fork in Feng He's hand fell, and it made a crisp sound when it hit the plate.

He looked at Song Chongjiang who was speaking. Song Chongjiang also smiled at him.

There was total silence at the table.

Until Feng He said, "...Okay, okay."

He wondered why Song Chongjiang was so kind, and it turned out that he was waiting for him here!

Feng He curled her lips inwardly, thinking that Song Chongjiang was really forcing her to buy the product.

The atmosphere at the table was a little stagnant until Feng He answered.

Mrs. Song laughed and said, "Feng He, do you like today's food?"

"Hmm, they are all delicious!" Feng He's eyes sparkled.

"Hey, if you still want to eat, eat more. Look at you, you're so thin. You need to supplement your nutrition."

"Thank you auntie."

After finishing a piece of steak that Song Chongjiang had carefully cut, Feng He licked her lips with satisfaction.

Song Chongjiang asked him jokingly, "Do you still want to eat?"

Feng He looked at the empty plates and bowls in front of him, touched his bulging belly, and shook his head honestly.

"No, I'm full."

"it is good."

Song Chongjiang answered, and then started eating his food.

Feng He started cutting steak for Song Chongjiang.

He cuts in the way he thinks is easiest, as his hands and feet are not very flexible.

But Feng He tried hard to cut it well, so he cut slowly.

After cutting, the steak is relatively neat and looks good.

Feng He handed the steak to Song Chongjiang with a little pride.

Song Chongjiang ate the steak with a smile in his eyes.

The Song family and Sun Luofan were hit hard twice in a row by Song Chongjiang, and they felt that he had changed.

But in fact, Song Chongjiang felt both irritable and happy inside, which was very torn.

Song Ziqin looked at Feng He slumped in the chair and rubbing her belly. He felt that if Feng He was a cat, she would have been flattened into a pancake by now.

Almost making him cute.

"Feng He, why don't you have some more cakes? I haven't finished the cakes my brother brought back yet."

Song Ziqin asked Feng He.

Feng He hesitated for a moment because he was really full.

But on second thought, according to the original owner's personality, if he could eat something expensive and delicious, he would eat it even if he was full.

After all, there is no such store after passing this village.

So Feng He nodded.

"Okay, I'll eat some."

Song Ziqin went to the coffee table and took the pastries. He asked Feng He to choose one first, and then asked his father, mother and Sun Luofan if they wanted a piece of pastry.

His brother would definitely not eat it anyway, so he was too lazy to waste his breath on it.

Only Sun Luofan took one piece, and there were six pieces left.

Feng He ate the pastries in small bites because he suddenly remembered his mother telling him to pay attention to etiquette.

Everyone else had finished eating. Mrs. Song and Mr. Song had gone upstairs. They had all changed their positions, and someone had come to clean up the mess on the table.

Song Ziqin had just eaten a piece of cake, and now there were only five pieces left. Feng He couldn't eat any more.

"I'm going back to my room to take a shower and rest."

Feng He said goodbye to Song Ziqin who was still sitting on the sofa.

"Hey, wait, I've eaten Xinweizhai's cakes many times anyway, so you can eat these five. Otherwise, they'll be wasted."

Song Ziqin hurriedly called Feng He.

Feng He hesitated for a while. He looked at Song Ziqin, who looked like he wanted him to take the cake and eat it sincerely, and then looked at Song Chongjiang, who was working normally with his head down next to him.

"But, I remember Mrs. Song seemed to like eating it too..."

Feng He bit her lip. She really wanted to agree, but she still had to refuse.

"I don't know what stimulated my mother recently, but she suddenly said she wanted to lose weight and has given up sugar," Song Ziqin explained.

"Okay then." Feng He picked up the box of pastries with five left.

"But I don't want to eat tonight. Can you put it in the refrigerator? Otherwise, I'm afraid it will go bad."

Fenghe turned back again. It was summer now, and if she left the pastries outside directly, she didn't know if they would go bad.

Song Ziqin was stunned for a moment, "Oh, yes, then put it in the refrigerator."

Feng He closed the pastry box and put it in the refrigerator.

After finally having a holiday, Feng He decided to play tonight and start doing homework tomorrow.

In the middle of the night, Feng He suddenly felt hungry while watching a food show.

He was about to get some pastries from the refrigerator.

But at this moment, the sound of an engine suddenly came from the yard. It should be Song Chongjiang who sent Sun Luofan home and turned back.

Sun Luofan doesn't live here, so he has to go back at night.

Feng He decided to wait until the engine noise died down and Song Chongjiang went upstairs to rest before going to get it.

Ten minutes later, Feng He came to the refrigerator and opened the door.

A pair of hands suddenly reached out from behind and took away a bottle of mineral water from the upper layer.

Feng He was startled and when she looked back, her nose almost hit the hard abdominal muscles in front of her.

It’s Song Chongjiang.

Feng He took the box of pastries angrily and prepared to slip back to her room.

“Are Xinweizhai’s pastries delicious?”

Feng He suddenly heard Song Chongjiang ask.

Feng He didn't know why Song Chongjiang asked this, but he nodded anyway.

He said in full agreement: "It's delicious."

Song Chongjiang chuckled, "As long as it tastes good, I brought it especially for you."

Feng He stared at Song Chongjiang blankly, her eyelashes fluttering.

"Stop eating the cakes secretly." Song Chongjiang said.

Feng He's face was red as smoke. Even though he knew that Song Chongjiang knew that he had stolen the cakes, he could pretend not to know.

But now that Song Chongjiang had said it, Feng He was left with nothing but embarrassment.

Song Chongjiang raised his hand and touched Feng He's head, saying in an ambiguous tone, "You are too thin. You should eat more nutritious meals."

It is best to hire a nutritionist specifically for you.

Feng He dodged Song Chongjiang's hand and let it touch his soft earlobe.

"I know...I know."

Feng He looked at Song Chongjiang with some confusion. Since he knew that he had done something bad, why didn't he tell his family?

Even if she didn't tell him, she actually bought him some pastries this time and just showed concern for him. Feng He was very confused.

Song Chongjiang seemed to have seen through Feng He's thoughts, and he only smiled and replied with three words: "Not necessary."

Yes, in Song Chongjiang's eyes, he was probably like a little mouse, who could be teased and played with sometimes.

Song Chongjiang didn't care what he did, as it wouldn't cause him any trouble anyway.

After Feng He got the answer, he didn't care about anything else and ran back to the room.

Song Chongjiang was left alone standing next to the refrigerator with a gloomy look on his face.

Song Chongjiang looked at the hand that wanted to touch Feng He's head with a confused expression. Not being able to figure out what was going on, he went out to smoke a cigarette.

Just before entering the house, he also smoked a cigarette in the yard.

As soon as I came in, I was met with a surprise.

Song Chongjiang was a little surprised at his reaction today. Not only did he bring pastries to Feng He, but he also helped him cut steak. The most important thing was that he just told him that he knew Feng He had stolen the pastries, just to see how shy and embarrassed he looked.

He inexplicably felt that the blush on Feng He's face must be very beautiful.

In fact, he was not disappointed.

Song Chongjiang was very puzzled that a child whom he had only met twice could have such a great impact on him.

Could it be that Feng He’s experience made him feel sympathy for this thin child?

Yes.

He didn't think Feng He was anything special, not to mention that the first impression Feng He gave him was that she stole food from her employer's house.

It seems I have to go home less often, Song Chongjiang said, looking at the cigarette butt flickering at his fingertips.

It seems that the branch in Country F is almost ready. Why don’t you go over there and take a look, stay there for about half a year and then come back.

It was already late at night, and Song Chongjiang walked on the green grass on the lawn back to his room, ready to rest.