My Mr. Song is extremely protective ( Machine Translation )

Zhao Feng's eyes flashed. This Brat might not be holding anything back!

"What do you want? As long as you don't break the law! " Song Yi said

Every time this Brat looked at him like that, it meant that he was up to no good.

Song Yi immediately stopped knocking on the table and moved in front of Zhao Feng: "You said it!

Give me a day off I want to pick up some furniture with my wife tomorrow!

This way, I should be moving in next to you tomorrow."

Zhao Feng thought to himself, "Brat, so you were waiting for me here! " He couldn't let him have the upper hand every time: "I ate your wife's braised meat last time.

It was so delicious, the aftertaste was endless.

"Your aunt tried making it a few times, but she didn't get that taste. It melts in the mouth and it's fat but not greasy. "

Zhao Feng was lost in his memories and his saliva was already flowing out.

Song Yi thought to himself: "This old guy, he doesn't even care about his face because of his stutter. ".

"Alright, I got it. I'll send a basin to your house tomorrow. "

Zhao Feng teased, "en, make more! Come to my house for dinner tomorrow night and we'll celebrate your moving to a new house. "

He was so excited that he thought that when Lin Lei came to his house, he would let that girl teach his wife how to cook properly.

And his own daughter, the food she cooked was even worse than her mother's He wasn't afraid that he wouldn't be able to marry her in the future.

Song Yi felt that he should have enough time to come back and EAT, "en! Alright. "

Old Zhao pushed the door open and shouted, "it's time to eat! I made the fish myself! "

The four dishes, garlic fried meat, bitter melon egg, meat and Eggplant, and a large piece of steamed fish were placed on the table.

Zhao Feng picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. He chewed carefully, "not bad! It's still the same taste. Song Yi, try it. "

Song Yi picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. The fish had a fishy taste, but it wasn't bad. He was used to eating the fish in his wife's dimension and eating the fish outside. No matter how well he prepared it, it still had a fishy taste.

Song Yi's expression didn't change as he praised, "the fish is not bad! Captain, eat quickly. I have to finish the important work tomorrow! "

Zhao Feng nodded his head, "old Zhao has a lot of food, you should eat with me too. "

Old Zhao didn't stand on ceremony after hearing this. They had been friends for decades. After sitting down, he picked up his bowl and immediately put it down, "I'm going to get something, wait for me! "

He stood up and quickly went out. His 200 kg body weight made him run as fast as lightning.

Zhao Feng: ... ...

Song Yi: ... ...

At the same time, he said, "old Zhao, if you use your passion to work, you will definitely become a true chef. ".

Old Zhao ran back in a few minutes with a jar in his arms.

Song Yi immediately recognized that this was the pickled vegetable jar his wife had made for him.

Old Zhao opened the jar and the spicy smell attracted Zhao Feng who was eating the fish.

"Old Zhao, what's so good about this? "

Zhao Feng couldn't help but take a piece of it. It was spicy and spicy in his mouth and the food was crisp and sweet.

It was too delicious Zhao Feng reached out and grabbed the jar. He then poured out a bowl and started to eat.

Zhao Feng's shameless actions made old Zhao shout: "No one steals like you. "

AIYO My pickles!

There wasn't much left in the jar and this old guy had poured out more than half of it!

"I just want to eat you. Pickles? Is there a need for that? Don't you know how to Cook? " Zhao Feng retorted

Song Yi looked at the two who were almost 100 years old and his face turned red from embarrassment over a jar of pickles.