The Rise of Phoenix
Chapter 5

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

“It's really weird.” Feng Zhiwei lowered his bun and smiled at Ny. Feng, “I don't know if I heard it. I'm afraid I really think that Mrs. Feng was a man who was a man who did not listen to the affairs of the country.

“Not?” Madam Feng ignored her and was very fond of chopsticks fans, frowning at similar things in the world. Sometimes it's very far away. For example, this fan is very similar to the green shark fin that he often eats— —Both small fins on it, boiled chicken soup, boiled with a large purple abalone, served with cloud legs, braised, wrapped with lotus leaves and boiled. Shao Ning's appearance was very similar, but her identity situation was different. Forget it, I think a lot, it's destiny.

He did not raise his head to eat fragrant, Feng Zhi glanced at him with narrowed eyes, and said in a manly manner: "Yes, there is nothing wrong, Mrs. Feng has always been like this. The father went out and committed suicide at the age of twelve. At the age of fourteen, the battlefield is threatened to turn the tide. He led 30,000 bare-chested children to face the enemy. He killed the head and rolled the blood and danced the yellow sand.

“Enough.” Madam Feng cut her off calmly, pondered the weight of the cabbage fans, and fell down slightly carefully.

Feng Zhiwei was unheard of before.

"Qiu Mingying, known as the handsome Huofeng ..." He suddenly stood up, propped up the table, and put a charming face on Mrs's face. Feng, and looked straight into his eyes, "Death, is dead."

"Snapped up!"

The tableware and chopsticks on the table shook and rattled, and Mrs eyebrows. Feng was pressed on the table and his eyes were raised, his eyes were as strong as electricity, and he was rather handsome.

Feng Zhiwei simply smiled and did not move.

The aftershocks did not stop, the cabbage bowl that broke half of its mouth was tilted, and the soup was poured directly onto Feng Zhiwei. Feng Zhiwei looked down, smiled, and still did not move his body, not even his eyelashes moved.

Instead, he stared angrily at that woman Feng, stared blankly at her face, suddenly sighed, and pressed his finger, the tableware that was spinning on the table immediately stood still, standing still, a slight splash of soup splashed onto Madam Feng's finger, Feng It was a pity that the woman wanted to suck, and as soon as she looked at Zhifeng, she wiped her hand on the apron.

“OK ... It's all over.” The handsome woman Ling Li disappeared in an instant, and the woman sitting opposite Feng Zhiwei was the woman holding a bowl of precious vegetable soup. ”Hurry to eat, and go to the front of mom. I help you there. "

Feng Zhiwei looked at Mrs's face. The nice but somewhat old Feng, slowly pulled his hand holding the table, sighed and was about to sit down, and suddenly someone slammed the door behind him, and entered in with a bone-chilling cold demeanor. The butt sat next to her, grabbed the bread that Madame Feng did not move, and nibbled, muttering indistinctly: "This is bread again!"

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

Feng Zhi stared at the hard bread in his hand - carry the heat? By the way, the kitchen is busy with heat right now, is there kung fu bread for you?

The steamed bun in my hand was also very hard, so why not make it hot?

Feng Zhiwei stared at the bread - it was breakfast this morning. Three people were divided into two loaves. The mother didn't touch him. He only drank vegetable soup all night. Now, this precious bread was frantically handed over by her brother. Crushed, covered in dust.

Then he slowly turned his head and looked at Feng Hao.

"take that."

Feng Zhiwei's tone was always gentle and gentle, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, he was born with dim eyes, and he didn't look domineering in any way, either, Madam Feng had just been shocked and struck, on her body.

Feng Hao shrank, somehow, whenever his sister spoke to him with a smile like this, he felt goosebumps in the depths of his heart for no reason. There seemed to be some ordinary people in those bright and beautiful eyes. What he did not see made his heart tense.

Only her mother's love made her 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 bite the bread, saying lightly: "Don't you take that? Cheng, you are older, you have your own ideas, I will ask her Madam, let you go 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 rely on you. "

"Don't!" Feng Hao's face changed greatly, glaring at him furiously, "Are you still my sister? Didn't you send me to that fire pit? You wicked woman, who does not live long, wants to piggyback on me ..."

"More fun!"

Feng Hao was shocked by******hard*, and Ny. Feng looked straight at him, and then looked at Feng Zhiwei. The smile on Feng Zhiwei's eyes lightened up, but the corner of his lips slightly curved up.

“Isn't it just steamed bread?” Madam Feng smiled and rushed to the corner to pick up the steamed bun, carefully blew it, and held it in her hand, “I'll let the kitchen heat up.”

Feng Zhiwei lowered his head, looked at the bread in Niang's hands, looked at Niang's once smooth and delicate hands, but now everything was rough and chapped, and then looked at the drooping thin hair in Niang. I don't know when, Wufa Qingsi turned his temple into a star, The white speck hurt his eyes.

Over the decades, Xingshuang changed, and then looked back to Zhu Yangao, a former generation of beautiful heroines, rumored to be neutral and fiery female trainers, had long been annihilated in the old paper, the report said, leaving the brightly outlined, all gone. Looking back to knowledge.

He did not even know what kind of experience was required to smooth out a noble and sturdy angle and change the life of patience and adversity at this time.

“Come go.” Feng Zhi sighed for a while, and took the bread in Ny's hand. Feng - who was in the kitchen climbing up and down, was extremely arrogant. He did not want to see the mother whisper and ask for help, and then get stabbed by the talking bar.