The Rise of Phoenixes

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"Zhiwei." Mrs. Feng put down her chopsticks. "How many times have you told me, women and men, don't lie about politics."

"This is really strange." Feng Zhiwei lowered his bun and smiled at Mrs. Feng. "I don't know if I heard it. I'm afraid that I really think Mrs. Feng is a gentle woman who is a gentleman who doesn't listen to state affairs."

"Isn't it?" Mrs. Feng ignored her and cherished a chopsticks fan very carefully, frowning at similar things in the world. Sometimes it was really far away. For example, this fan looks very much like the green shark fin that he often ate— —Small row of fins on top, chicken soup simmered, braised with large purple abalone, served with cloud legs, wrapped in lotus leaves and stewed. Shao Ning's face is so similar, but the identity situation is different. Forget it, thinking so much, it's life.

She didn’t lift her head for a fragrant meal, Feng Zhi glanced at her with a squinted eyes, and said in a manly way: “Yeah, there’s nothing wrong, Mrs. Feng has always been like this. The father went out and killed himself at the age of twelve. At the age of fourteen, the battlefield was threatened to turn the tide. He led 30,000 shirtless children to face the enemy, killed the head and rolled the blood and danced the yellow sand.

"Enough." Madam Feng interrupted her calmly, pondering the weight of cabbage fans, and fell a little carefully.

Feng Zhiwei was unheard of.

"Qiu Mingying, who is known as Huofeng's handsome..." She suddenly stood up, supported the table, and put a charming face like snow on Mrs. Feng's face, eyes straight into her eyes, "Dead ,already dead."

"Snapped!"

The tableware and chopsticks on the table shook and jingled, and Mrs. Feng's eyebrows were pressed on the table and her eyes were raised, her eyes were as powerful as electricity, and she was vaguely handsome.

Feng Zhiwei only smiled and did not move.

Aftershocks did not stop, the cabbage bowl that had broken half of its mouth was tilted, and the soup was poured straight to Feng Zhiwei. Feng Zhiwei looked down, smiled, and still did not move his body, even his eyelashes did not move.

Instead, she stared angrily at her lady Feng, staring blankly at her face, suddenly sighed, and pressed her finger, the tableware rotating on the table immediately stood still, a little splash of soup splashed on Mrs Feng's finger, Feng It was a pity that the lady wanted to suck, and she looked up at Shang Feng's eyes and immediately wiped her hand on the apron.

"Okay... It's all over." Ling Li's handsome woman disappeared in an instant, and the woman sitting opposite Feng Zhiwei was the woman holding a broken bowl of cherished vegetable soup. "Hurry up and eat, and go to the front of the mother. Mother help there."

Feng Zhiwei gazed at Mrs. Feng's nice but slightly old face, slowly withdrew his hand holding the table, sighed and was about to sit down, and suddenly someone slammed open the door behind him, and came in with bone-chilling coolness. The buttocks sat next to her, grabbing the buns that Mrs. Feng hadn't moved, and nibbled, while murmuring indistinctly: "It's buns again!"

"Hao'er, what's the hurry, be careful to bite your tongue." Madam Feng immediately reached out lovingly to touch the child's hair, "Is it cold? I'll get you hot?"

Feng Zhi looked down at the hard buns in his hands-take it hot? Speaking really light, the kitchen is busy now, is there any effort to make you buns hot?

The steamed buns in my hands are also iron-hard, so why not take it hot?

"How to eat so cold?" Feng Hao took a bite, frowned, and threw the buns out with his hands, and the hard buns smashed into the ground with a loud voice, "No more!"

Feng Zhiwei stared at the bun—this is the breakfast this morning. The three people divided into two buns. The mother didn’t touch it. She only drank the overnight vegetable soup. Now, this precious bun is frantically handed by her brother. Smashed, covered with dust.

Then she slowly turned her head and stared at Feng Hao.

"pick it up."

Feng Zhiwei's tone is always gentle and gentle, and there seems to be a smile in her eyes. She is born with a hazy eye wave. She doesn't look domineering in any way. Madam Feng has just shocked and stricken, on her body. , Not found.

Feng Hao shrank, somehow, every time his sister talked to him with a smile like this, he felt chills in the bottom of his heart for no reason. In the pair of bright and beautiful eyes, there seemed to be some ordinary people watching What he didn't see made his heart tight.

It was just his mother's favor that made him always fearless. He took a step back and left Fengzhi's body, before raising his head and snorting coldly from his nose.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him, his eyes were still smiling, and he sat down with a smile, and continued to nibble her buns, said lightly: "Don't you pick it up? Cheng, you're older, you have your own idea, I'll ask for it Madam, let you go to study with the three young masters. You are so smart that you will not be allowed to see our Feng family shine in the future. You have to count on you."

"Don't!" Feng Hao's face changed drastically, staring at her angrily. "Are you still my sister or not? Take me to that fire pit? You vicious woman, who doesn't live long, wants to piggyback me..."

"Haoer!"

Feng Hao was taken aback by the violent sigh, and Mrs. Feng looked straight at him, and then looked at Feng Zhiwei. The smile on Feng Zhiwei's eyes lightened, but the corners of his lips slightly curled.

"Isn't it just a steamed bun?" Mrs. Feng smiled and hurried to the corner to pick up the steamed bun, carefully blowing it, and holding it in her hands, "I'll let the kitchen heat up."

Feng Zhiwei lowered his eyes, looked at the buns in Niang’s hands, looked at Niang’s once smooth and smooth hands but now they were all rough and cracked hands, and then looked at Niang’s drooping temple hair. I don’t know when, Wufa Qingsi changed her temples to stars, That white spot hurt her eyes.

For decades, Xingshuang changed, and then looked back at Zhu Yangao, the former generation of gorgeous female heroes, rumoured neutral and fiery female coaches, have long been annihilated in the old paper, leaving the bright outline, leaving in all distances Looking back in lore.

She didn't even know what kind of experience it would take to smooth out the radiant rigid corners and change the life of forbearance and hardship at the moment.

"Let's go." Feng Zhi sighed for a while, and took the buns in Mrs. Feng's hands-those in the kitchen climbed up and down, very snobbish. She didn't want to see the mother whispering and asking for help, and then was stabbed by the blade of speech.