Chapter 270 (1/2)

Feng Ming's face was not very good-looking, but his two sons looked at him, and Shen Yan had to ask him.

”What are you doing here?”

Fortunately, Feng Yan found his conscience in time and answered before Feng Ming: ”Mom, you're not at home. We've had takeout for a few days. Now my father is back and hurt. Can't we have takeout with us?”

”So?”

”If you don't want to go back, we have to bring dad.”

With that, Feng Yan winked at Feng Pei. Feng Pei immediately understood. They worked together to push Feng Ming into the house.

Shen Yan: ”

She pinched her eyebrows, closed the door and went in.

”Wait, I'll cook some noodles.”

”OK.”

Feng Yan and Feng Pei looked at each other. The former said to Feng Ming, ”Dad, we can only help you here. The rest is up to you.”

With that, Feng Yan yelled at the kitchen, ”Mom, my friend asked me to go out for dinner, so I won't stay to eat.”

Feng Pei then said, ”Mom, I'll go out with my third brother. You don't have to cook mine.”

Shen Yan came out of the kitchen and only had time to see their clothes.

What else does she not understand at this time?

I dare say that father and son are acting in front of her.

She looked at the silent man in the wheelchair and turned back to the kitchen.

He came out again with a bowl of noodles in his hand.

”Make do with it.”

Feng Ming pushed his wheelchair to the table and looked at the table that night. He looked good and was in a daze.

In his impression, Shen Yan is a imperial concubine who doesn't touch Yang spring water. Let alone boiled noodles, he hasn't even boiled eggs.

He tasted it and found it tasted good.

Looking at Shen Yan again, he didn't look at him. He was eating noodles very seriously.

Feng Ming took back his sight and concentrated on eating noodles.