Feng Huaijin walked over wearing a subdued, loose, dark gray home outfit, glancing around.
Only one piece left on the table...
Su Li looked cautiously at Feng Huaijin. His face was cold, his attractive lips slightly pressed down. His already authoritative presence seemed even more stern now.
Was he angry just because there was only one mooncake left for him?
Feng Huaijin glanced faintly, and said indifferently, "Su Li, you truly are stingy, only this one piece."
But even if there was only one, as long as it was made for him, it made him feel content.
Su Li smiled awkwardly, but it wasn’t just one piece... the rest was eaten by your son.
Su Li cautiously inquired, "What’s wrong? Is work not going well? Why did you talk for so long?"
Feng Huaijin lowered his head slightly, black strands fell like ink, his tone was cold as frost: "Earlier, my father called to say that Feng Ciye has forgiven my ’mistake’ of making him a vegetative person back then, asking me to return to Yanjing."
A wave of shock surged into her chest, panic unconsciously appeared in her eyes.
He... was going back to Yanjing?
Su Li’s hand jerked, the mooncake she picked up fell instantly, Feng Huaijin swiftly caught it with his quick reflexes.
Feng Huaijin’s lips curled slightly, a trace of smile lingered on his lips: "Your stingy little pear just made this one, and you still plan to throw it away?"
Su Li felt ashamed, too embarrassed to admit there wasn’t just one piece.
Let him continue to misunderstand...
Su Li felt anxious inside, nervously and uneasily looking at him with deer-like eyes: "You’re going back to Yanjing? When?"
Su Li was in a fluster; he was suddenly summoned back to Yanjing by his own father, yet she didn’t know when she started feeling dependent on the man in front of her.
She didn’t want him to go back to Yanjing.
Feng Huaijin’s jade-like fingers grasped the mooncake, suddenly leaned in close to her, his prominent nose lightly touched hers, breathing fell on her face, a joyful voice leaked from deep in his throat: "Don’t want me to leave?" Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NoveIＦire.net
His voice was full of laughter.
Su Li’s face turned red, reflexively wanting to retreat, Feng Huaijin extended his long arm, catching her apron, almost choking her.
Su Li: "... What are you doing!"
"Relax, I’m not going back. His desire for me to return is his business, he can’t control me."
The Feng Family couldn’t restrain him anymore; the sky had long belonged to him.
He willingly left Yanjing back then, went to Jiang City to seek medical treatment for his mother, to find that girl. So, whether or not to go back was up to him!
Feng Huaijin leaned against the table, speaking, gracefully picked up the small mooncake and placed it in his lips, took a bite.
Su Li heard his casual explanation about not going back, her anxious heart was instantly relieved, but seeing him bite the mooncake she got tense again.
She could make mooncakes, but she had only made them for family.
Her foster parents and brother loved her back then, probably would still praise it as delicious no matter how bad it tasted.
Not sure how Seventh Master Feng, who was used to gourmet delicacies, felt about the taste. Surely he had a refined palate, right?
But Tuanzi said it was delicious, they are father and son, their tastes shouldn’t differ too much, right?
Su Li thought, feeling a bit indignant.
Would he dare say it’s not delicious?
If he dared say so, she would never make food for him again in her lifetime!
As Su Li was thinking this, she suddenly noticed Feng Huaijin’s expression changed after taking a bite of the mooncake.
Su Li felt shocked, wouldn’t he really find it awful?
The next moment, Feng Huaijin spat it out.
Su Li’s face turned ugly instantly, what the heck are you doing?!