The mellow aroma of chestnut roast chicken wafted through the room.
To show his sincerity, Deng Zhongquan cooked in person today and has been busy from noon until now.
Feng Yuan, who had nothing to do, walked into the living room with her slippers and saw her daughter Deng Feifei's bedroom door open. Deng Feifei's head was leaning on the end of the bed, her feet were on the head of the bed, half of her head was hanging in the air, her long hair was hanging on the ground, and she was holding a book in her hand. Headphones in ears. Feng Yuan felt that this posture looked familiar, but she didn't think much about it and walked into the kitchen leisurely.
"Chef husband, how many dishes have you cooked?" Feng Yuan leaned against the door.
"There are four, do you want to taste it?" Deng Zhongquan put on an apron.
"Let's get together later, I want a surprise." Feng Yuan didn't like going into the kitchen.
"By the way, do you want to call some of your friends?" Deng Zhongquan asked while shaking the spoon.
"I don't have any friends. I only have a younger brother, and you drove him away. I really envy you. I have two friends who have been friends for almost twenty years and can talk to each other intimately. Here I am, feeling very lonely. "Feng Yuan rubbed a strand of her hair.
"That brother of yours is a troublemaker, uneducated, and you asked me to drive him away. Why, do you still want him to come back?" Deng Zhongquan glanced back at Feng Yuan, with a hint of seriousness in his expression.
"I'm kidding you, I've finally been quiet for a few years, and he must never come back." Feng Yuan half-turned around, swung into the kitchen, raised her slender fingers, and showed Deng Zhongquan her newly painted manicure, "It's beautiful. ?"
"It looks good." Deng Zhongquan glanced at it.
"Does this bag look good?" Feng Yuan took out her mobile phone and showed Deng Zhongquan the new bags in the shopping cart.
"Buy it." Deng Zhongquan said concisely and concisely. After finishing speaking, he grinned at Feng Yuan and said, "As long as you like it."
"My husband is the best." Feng Yuan kissed Deng Zhongquan hard on the face.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Deng Zhongquan asked Feng Yuan to open the door quickly.
Feng Yuan slapped her slippers on, walked to the door slowly, and opened the door.
Outside the door was Liang Zhe. Although his beard and hair were not shaved, he still looked like a dejected person, but at least he had changed into new clothes. Feng Yuan and Liang Zhe looked at each other, smiled slightly, and said A gesture of invitation.
Feng Yuan bent down and found Liang Zhe's slippers, then squatted on the ground and placed them at Liang Zhe's feet.
Liang Zhe kicked aside his slippers and walked straight into the living room, leaving two lines of shoe prints on the floor.
"It's Liang Zhe." Deng Zhongquan leaned half out of the kitchen, "You sit down first and let Feng Yuan make tea for you."
Liang Zhe nodded towards Deng Zhongquan and sat on the sofa.
Feng Yuan sat next to Liang Zhe, about half a meter away from Liang Zhe. She took out an apple from the fruit basket, picked up a fruit knife, and while peeling the apple, she said: "Do you know what is the most important thing in maintaining a relationship? "
Liang Zhe leaned back on the sofa and said nothing.
Feng Yuan moved her body and raised the sliced apple slices to Liang Zhe's mouth. Liang Zhe frowned slightly with a serious look on his face. Feng Yuan chuckled lightly, put the apple slices into her mouth, and bit them. Said: "It's balance."
Liang Zhe stared at Feng Yuan with warning in his eyes.
Feng Yuan put her legs on the base of the coffee table and said while chewing an apple: "You have a handle on me, and I should also have a handle on you, so that you and I can rest assured. This is called balance."
An apple slice fell on Feng Yuan's slit thigh, close to the skin. Feng Yuan said, "Can you help me take it off?" Feng Yuan shook her busy hands and looked at her own. leg.
Liang Zhe followed Feng Yuan's gaze and saw the thin apple slice.
"Pang Yi has already confessed to He Ranran, you don't know, right?" Liang Zhe asked tentatively.
"So what if I know, I'm still afraid of her. I think she should be afraid of me." Feng Yuan looked unconcerned.
Liang Zhe's cell phone dinged. He glanced at it and then sent a message.
"Who are you contacting?" Feng Yuan secretly glanced at Liang Zhe's mobile phone, "Maybe he has a little lover."
Liang Zhe's eyes widened with anger, he pinched Feng Yuan's wrist and said in a deep voice: "Shut your stinky mouth!"
At this time, the doorbell rang, Liang Zhe let go of his hand, Feng Yuan took off the apple slices from his thigh, put it into her mouth, looked at Liang Zhe with meaningful eyes, slapped on her slippers, and walked towards the door gracefully. .
Feng Yuan opened the door, and outside were Liang Zhe's sister Liang Yue and brother-in-law Fan Zengming.
Liang Yue wore a light blue suit, and Fan Zengming wore a long-sleeved shirt and jeans.
Feng Yuan smiled and made an invitation gesture: "Two rare guests, come in quickly."
Liang Yue looked past Feng Yuan and saw Liang Zhe. She asked Feng Yuan, "Do you want to change your shoes?"
Feng Yuan waved her hand and walked back to the living room first: "There are not so many rules, just do whatever makes you feel comfortable."
Fan Zengming followed Liang Yue with gifts. Deng Zhongquan heard the sound and came out, shook hands with Liang Yue and Fan Zengming and exchanged greetings. Feng Yuan knew that Deng Zhongquan specially called them here in order to help Liang Zhe integrate better. She leaned against the wall, tapping one foot on the ground, watching them chatting enthusiastically, feeling bored, not as interesting as the patterns on her manicures.
Liang Yue followed Deng Zhongquan to the kitchen, and Fan Zengming sat next to Liang Zhe.
"How have you been lately?" Fan Zengming looked at Liang Zhe.
"You shouldn't have come." Liang Zhe shook his head.
Fan Zengming spoke for a moment and gently touched the Buddhist beads bracelet on his wrist.
There was a rapid knock on the door.
Feng Yuan opened the door, and what she saw was darkness. She looked carefully and recognized three members of Pang Yi's family. All three of them were wearing black T-shirts and black pants. Pang Yi had a solemn face, and He Ranran had a gloomy expression. Their eyes were fixed on Feng Yuan, their gazes as sharp as knives. It felt like they were not here to congratulate her, but rather to attend a funeral.
"You're not welcome." He Ranran spoke first, with a bad tone.
"Everyone who comes is a guest." Feng Yuan looked coldly and turned back to the living room.
He Ranran stepped in, Pang Yi followed closely, and Pang Jinjin came last.
He Ranran stood in the center of the living room, with one hand on his hip, looking around, and asked in a loud voice: "Where is Deng Zhongquan?"
Deng Zhongquan came out of the kitchen with a plate and said with a smile: "We're all here, sit down quickly, it's time to eat."
He Ranran turned to look at Pang Yi. Pang Yi stepped forward, placed a square object covered with black cloth in his hand on the ground, and then walked back behind He Ranran.
"This is a housewarming gift for you." He Ranran pointed at Feng Yuan, "Come and see."
Feng Yuan stood still. Deng Zhongquan urged her, and Feng Yuan stepped forward. She opened the black cloth, and heard a banging sound from inside, followed by a hissing. She was so frightened that she took two steps back and saw clearly that it was an iron cage.
There is a chicken in a cage.
