After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Feng Yin slept until ten o'clock in the evening.

The moment I woke up, I felt like I didn't know what year it was.

She tried to sit up and looked for her phone, finally finding a sense of reality.

Grumbling, I'm hungry.

Feng Yin put on her pajamas and walked out of the bedroom. The light in the living room was still on.

Cheng Yanqiu was exercising with a barbell. When he saw Feng Yin coming out, he put down the barbell and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Ah."

Feng Yin hummed and saw Cheng Yanqiu pouring her a glass of warm water first, and then started to get busy.

Feng Yin sat at the dining table, listening to Cheng Yanqiu's casual thoughts, and the atmosphere of life suddenly became stronger.

"Grandma made seafood porridge and wontons for you. I'll cook them for you."

"It'll be ready soon!"

"Drink less porridge first. Keep it warm but not hot. It's just right to drink now. I'll cook wontons for you now."

Feng Yin took a spoon and drank the porridge bit by bit. He looked at the kitchen with gentle eyes. Cheng Yanqiu, who was wearing a plaid apron, was not very skilled in cooking wontons. Fortunately, it was not difficult and nothing went wrong.

"I've added a little bit of coriander, chopped green onion, vinegar, and chili oil according to your taste. There are still some here. If you think the taste is too light, you can add some yourself."

The wontons were brought out, along with a small plate of ingredients and two small plates of pickles.

"Is it enough to eat? I don't dare to cook that much."

Cheng Yanqiu's eyes were shining brightly as he waited for Feng Yin to praise him. Feng Yin said cooperatively: "That's enough! It's delicious."

"That's right, grandma's craftsmanship has always been very good."

Cheng Yanqiu didn't take any credit, but Feng Yin still praised her: "Grandma's cooking is good, and your cooking is all good."

Cheng Yanqiu laughed at Feng Yin's child-like comfort, and said with his teeth exposed: "I think so too."

A late night snack, delicious.

After eating and drinking, Cheng Yanqiu packed up the dishes and threw them into the dishwasher.

As for the kitchen, I simply wiped it down a few times and left the rest to the cleaning staff. If you have money, why not enjoy it?

Cheng Yanqiu came out of the kitchen, sat on the sofa, hugged Feng Yin, and placed his chin on the top of her head, unable to get enough of her.

The two of them didn't do anything, just talked briefly, and occasionally were a little silent, each looking at their phones.

Feng Yin had had enough sleep, but Cheng Yanqiu needed to rest. After spending some time with Feng Yin, Cheng Yanqiu was kicked out.

After Cheng Yanqiu left, Feng Yin, who couldn't sleep, went out and went upstairs to see Grandma Yun.

Feng Yin walked softly to Grandma Yun's door, and heard a muffled and uncomfortable sound.

Feng Yin opened the door anxiously and saw Grandma Yun lying on the bed in pain.

"grandmother!"

Feng Yin immediately helped Grandma Yun up and rubbed her stomach with one hand, but it had no effect at all.

Grandma Yun's cancer cells have spread throughout her body, and it's not just this one place that hurts.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Grandma Yun's withered palms slapped Feng Yin's arm. Feng Yin placed her in place, turned around and went out, bringing the silver needle over.

Sealing acupoints relieves pain.

"call--"

Grandma Yun let out a sigh of relief and looked at Feng Yin sitting beside her.

"Silly boy, didn't you know about this a long time ago? We both accepted it well. Have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten, but I seem to have overestimated myself."

Feng Yin showed his vulnerability for the first time. It couldn't be said to be fragile, but just reluctant to give up.

Grandma Yun didn't understand, so she could only change the subject and asked: "I feel like it's just this month."

"Ah."

Feng Yin hummed, although he didn't want to reply. (End of chapter)