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

"The newspaper is wrong."

Feng Yin said casually, and Grandma Yun went to adjust in a panic.

Can….
  "What's wrong!"

When Grandma Yun blurted out the words, she immediately felt like she had failed by just one move, and her unwillingness to admit defeat was even stronger than when she was young.

Instead of fighting over steamed buns, she, an old woman who has lived for decades, cannot compete with a little girl!
  One old and one young, they are totally competing with each other.

Feng Yin's back was turned to Grandma Yun, and she could see Grandma Yun's every move in the mirror in front of her.

Old boy, old boy, this is true.

"Wang Wang!"

Ala called out to Grandma Yun twice, not impatiently, not loudly, while the black girl hid behind Ala, looking like a little spoiled wife who wanted to see but didn't dare to look.

"Let me introduce you to her. She is my relative. She will live here in the future. She will take care of you and the black girl. Be polite, okay?"

"What relative? I am your grandmother! In some local dialects, I am your grandma!"

The words "I am your grandma" are wrong in tone and tone, and they sound even more wrong.

"Black girl is too young, please use civilized language."

Feng Yin deliberately misinterpreted Grandma Yun's words, refused to answer the question at all, and was not willing to change her words.

"This is Allah, this is Black Girl, you three will spend a lot of time together in the future."

Grandma Yun met Ala and Hei Niu.

Ala Cong is very smart and can understand many words. The black girl can't tell what her IQ is. She always looks like a little spoiled wife and follows Ala.

The beauty of the black girl is really old and young, there is no one who doesn't like it.

With the addition of a dog and a person, the house is really more lively than before.

It was still morning at this time, and Feng Yin called Grandma Yun to cook together. “Don’t cook it well, Allah doesn’t like it.”

Feng Yin stood aside and sprinkled a handful of unknown hay-like objects into a clay pot.

Grandma Yun, who was frying the steak, was frying the steak skillfully, and said with a little pride: "My cooking skills are excellent, and your grandpa likes to eat the food I cook."

"Really? What kind of cuisine do you know?"

This was the first time Feng Yin followed Grandma Yun's words and she immediately said in a show-off manner: "Eight major cuisines, integrating Chinese and Western cuisines, as long as you say it, I can do it."

"How about it, what are the benefits?"

Feng Yin nodded and looked sideways at Grandma Yun who was in trouble.

The alarm went off in Grandma Yun’s head, it was going to be bad!
  As expected, Feng Yin said cold words with a successful smile.

"Then I'll trouble you for three meals a day plus midnight snacks from now on. Don't repeat the same dishes every day, otherwise I'll be sorry for your craftsmanship."

"I, I, I - you, you, you - OK!"

Grandma Yun used the shovel to make a loud noise on purpose. Her eyes drifted to Feng Yin from time to time, as if she was waiting for Feng Yin to ask: Why are you so loud? are you angry? What's wrong?
  Several questions were rehearsed in Grandma Yun's mind, weaving answers, but Feng Yin was still tinkering with a clay pot without even looking at her.

Failed again!

This is a true portrayal of Grandma Yun's heart. As for being angry, she won't be angry.

She has too much life experience. She will only find such things interesting and will not be really angry at all.

She even felt that life was now.

Hospital treatment, waiting for death, a life without food or drink, that would be hell.

A breakfast was prepared in this atmosphere.

Feng Yin poured out the contents of the clay pot. A dark bowl of medicine with a little viscosity and a strange pungent smell was brought to the table. (End of chapter)