"Xiaofeng, you're back!"
Lin Pengfei was initially taken aback, then he looked at Chen Feng in front and greeted him.
"Yes, Uncle Lin, what delicious food are you making? It smells great!"
Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Just some ordinary home-cooked dishes. I've always heard from Yaoyao and Wanqing that your cooking skills rival a Michelin three-star chef. Uncle certainly can't match you!"
Lin Pengfei chuckled and said.
"No, no, that's an exaggeration from Yaoyao and Sister Qing. I think Uncle's cooking must be tastier than mine!"
Chen Feng waved his hand and said with a smile.
"Haha, you're really good with words!"
Lin Pengfei grinned, then turned his head to look at Zhao Xiaoya behind Chen Feng, took a deep breath, and smiled, "Xiaoya, are you... well?"
Zhao Xiaoya already felt guilty.
After hearing what Lin Pengfei said, she lowered her head even more, her eyes red, and choked, "Pengfei, I... I'm sorry to you!"
