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Chen Yinyin couldn't help speaking.

Do you want to be so dirty! It's just She couldn't even listen.

"Who wants you to be fed, I'll eat it myself."

Chen Yinyin tries her best to bring the topic to a serious level. However, someone just doesn't follow her rhythm.

"Well, I don't mind if you want to take the initiative."

"You..."

The woman choked at him for a moment.

Her eyes fell on the album again, and an idea suddenly came into her mind.

"Take this album back with you?" She suggested to him.

In this album, she not only saw the photos of Feng Zhuo, but also those of his parents, although not many, but also a kind of commemoration.

For this proposal, men are not too much in favor of it.

"No need."

"But isn't it a wonderful memory? When I miss my parents, I can still take photos to have a look. Isn't that good? "

Feng Zhuo took the album from her hand and put it back in place.

"Good memories are here, not photos."

He tapped her head with his fingers and said, "the one who missed is always in my heart. In my mind, even if there is no photo, no matter how long, it will not be forgotten."

Chen Yinyin thought this was very reasonable, so she didn't mention it again, but

"Well, I'll accompany you here to visit my parents every year."

The man looked at her serious little face, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "well, what you said, you can't break your promise."

"I always keep my word."

"Next time, there will be four."

After he reminded her, she found that it was like oh.

A family of four, think of a little happiness.

"But..."

Chen Yinyin went to take out the album again, found the only photo with a smile on his face and took it out of it.

"If you don't want to bring the album back, can you give me this picture?"

A trace of uneasiness flashed on the man's face, deliberately calm to cover up.

"What do you want this picture for? I'm not with you now, I can't compare with the photo? "

Chen Yinyin curled her mouth and said, "but I like this one very much. You can see that you were so cute at that time. Since you don't like it and I like it, you can give me something you don't like, OK?"

"Not good."

The man, obviously a little unhappy, took the picture out of her hand and glanced at it in disgust.

"This is probably the black history I want to destroy most."

"It's not black history, it's so beautiful!"

Chen Yinyin retorted.

Good looking?

Men's narrow eyes slightly narrowed, with a sense of danger, bending close.

"You mean, you think this picture looks better than me now, huh?"

The last nasal sound was a threat, as if to say: if you give the wrong answer, you will die, think clearly and then answer.

Chen Yinyin's brain was running at full speed, and she suddenly came up with an impeccable answer.

"I've never seen you before. I want to know about you in different periods. I can't go back to the past through time and space. And if I don't know you enough, you have to give me a chance, don't you? "

Knowing that the woman was talking to him again, she made him feel puzzled.

"If you like it, keep it."

He handed the photo to her, but he said, "you're a lot of crooked truth."

Chen Yinyin drew up the corner of her lips, for fear that he would repent, so she quickly put the photo into her bag.

"It's not a fallacy, it's a truth."

"Gone."

He couldn't help knocking on her head and said, "I was hungry just now. Why? You don't have to eat if you have photos? That's good. It saves me a lot of money. "

Chen Yinyin complained: "don't say as if I can eat very much. I can't praise you for being a president at this point."

"That's hard to say."

"Fengzhuo, you have enough!"

This guy, as soon as he gets an opportunity, he connotes her.

Does she really eat a lot? But she thought it was OK.

……

Feng Zhuo took her to an Italian restaurant.

Chen Yinyin once saw this restaurant when she was making a strategy. It was a net red restaurant. I didn't expect that he would know such a place.

"I thought that the chief executive didn't eat people's fireworks, but I didn't expect that you would know the holy land of online red card punching."

The man frowned perplexedly and asked her, "what is the holy land of Internet red card punching?"

"Ah? You don't know about this restaurant online? "

Now Chen Yinyin is confused.

"Online? No

Before he could explain, a man with an Asian face came from afar, smiling and stopping at their table.In Chen Yinyin's surprise, Feng Zhuo stood up and shook hands with the man.

"A long time no see."

"Long time no see, uncle Lin."

The man called Uncle Lin looks about fifty years old.

Chen Yinyin quickly stood up, followed by Feng Zhuo politely called: "Hello uncle Lin, I'm Chen Yinyin."

Uncle Lin said with a smile, "are you the wife of Zhuo? Good luck, boy

Although Feng Zhuo didn't speak, he seemed to identify with Uncle Lin's words with his actions, and clenched Chen Yinyin's hand.

Chen Yinyin guest way: "you flatter."

"It's hard for you to come here once and see what you want on the menu. I'll do it myself."

From Uncle Lin's style, Chen Yinyin can easily guess that he is the boss and chef of this online restaurant, but not everyone is lucky to be able to eat the chef's dishes.

Feng Zhuo actually knew the owner of this shop. She was the only one who could not have imagined that he could not.

"What would you like to eat?"

The man handed her the menu and asked softly.

Chen Yinyin looked at the menu from the beginning to the end and asked Uncle Lin, "anything is OK? I remember the rule of the restaurant is that there are specific dishes every day... "

Uncle Lin laughed and said, "the rules are set by people, no harm."

Chen Yinyin was relieved and boldly ordered several dishes that she had always wanted to try.

Because she wanted to eat too much, it was difficult to choose. Finally, she found that there were seven or eight.

Feng Zhuo took the opportunity to tease her: "just now someone said that he did not eat enough, seven or eight dishes, and desserts. How many stomachs do you have?"

Chen Yinyin made a big blush, and she immediately had to cross out several lines.

"It doesn't matter. You can try everything you like. It's hard to come."

Uncle Lin took the menu with a smile and went to the kitchen to prepare.

As soon as he left, Chen Yinyin couldn't help saying to Feng Zhuo, "can you give me some face? You're making me feel bad. "

"It's OK. Uncle Lin is not an outsider."

At this point, she couldn't help being curious.

"How did you and uncle Lin get to know each other?"

The man raised his eyebrows and asked, "how do you think I learned my cooking skills?"

Chen Yinyin was surprised and said, "you mean uncle Lin is your cooking teacher?"

"Well, he is a friend of my parents. When he was a child, he often went to his shop and ran back to the kitchen when he was free. As time went by, he was deeply influenced."

Smell speech, her mind came out of the boy with a face, standing by the stove, seriously watching the appearance of cooking.

"What are you thinking about again?"