Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

"Eat your food. This is not something you should worry about." Lin Feng handed the wontons to Zhang Yan. "Do you like spicy food?"

"Yes, I want it!" The wontons were too hot, and Zhang Yan kept sticking out his tongue after eating one.

Lin Feng went to the refrigerator and took out a can of hot sauce and handed it to Zhang Yan, "Use less. This is Aunt Qinfen's homemade hot sauce. It's very spicy. You're still doing rehabilitation training."

"Okay, okay, Dr. Lin, you are on vacation now and I am not your patient." Zhang Yan kept talking while scooping hot sauce with his hands.

"Even if you are not my patient, if I say no, it means no." Lin Feng grabbed the chili sauce and stopped adding more to Zhang Yan. The soup turned red.

Lin Feng poured vinegar into the soup bowl, also a big spoonful at a time.

"You don't mind the sourness."

"I just like to be jealous. What? Mr. Zhang, do you have any objection?"

"No, no..." How could I dare to have any objection? We were on someone else's territory and I was eating wontons cooked by them.

What if Lin Feng gets angry and doesn't give him food? He can't just go to the shed with Xiao Tang and chat with the foremen about keeping female students while smoking and drinking.

The wontons cooked by Lin Feng are really delicious. The egg shreds are tender, the seaweed has no fishy smell, and the dried shrimps are salty and fragrant. The small wontons are filled with pure meat, but there is no fishy smell of pork, but there is more freshness of chicken soup and the fragrance of hot sauce.

The taste is rich in layers, and your taste buds explode in your mouth the moment you take a bite of the wonton.

Zhang Yan never thought that this kind of street breakfast was delicious. There was only a little stuffing, and it was just a noodle soup with spicy noodles. It was also unhygienic.

This is the first time I have eaten such delicious wontons, with the meat filling being firm and not loose.

"Why are these wontons so delicious?" Zhang Yan ate several in a row before asking Lin Feng this question.

Lin Feng was drinking soup slowly. "Eat slowly, be careful of the heat." He also considerately handed a tissue to Zhang Yan.

“Of course it tastes good because I cooked it myself.”

"Do you have any shame?" When someone called him fat, he gasped.

"Because the soup base is made from chicken broth, of course it's delicious and fresh!"

Zhang Yan nodded and ate another small wonton. "What about the meat filling? How come it doesn't have any fishy smell and is so firm."

"Because Aunt Qinfen soaked away the blood first, then boiled water with scallions and ginger, let it cool, and then soaked the meat. The meat didn't become loose because she added an egg white."

"No wonder, I didn't taste any fishy smell at all, let alone that nasty ginger."

"It's delicious. Eat more. If it's not enough, I'll cook more."

"No, no." Zhang Yan had eaten half of the wontons in the soup bowl. "We got up late, and it won't be long before lunch comes. I'm afraid if I keep eating like this, I'll gain ten pounds."

Lin Feng thought, who can I blame for getting up late? Doesn’t he know what’s going on? This lazy idiot can’t be woken up no matter how hard I try.

However, he is well-mannered and sees through things without saying anything.

"That's great. If you gain weight, Aunt Liu will definitely be the happiest."

Aunt Liu combines meat and vegetables every day, trying every way to get Zhang Yan to eat more, but he is disobedient and is picky about food.

"It's not like she made me fat, so she might even feel disappointed." Having said that, Zhang Yan didn't stop eating the wontons for even a moment.

Lin Feng had finished eating long ago, and sat there quietly watching Zhang Yan eat. Lin Feng was afraid that Zhang Yan would not be full, so when he served the food, he gave Zhang Yan more than himself.

Although Zhang Yan was eating non-stop, his eating manners were not ugly, but rather pleasing to the eye. It made people hungry just by looking at him.

Zhang Yan finished the last wonton and looked up to see Lin Feng looking at him.

"Why are you eating so fast?" Zhang Yan didn't know it was because he ate too much.

Lin Feng just smiled at Zhang Yan and didn't intend to tell him the truth. "Because I'm better than you."

"What's so great about it?" Zhang Yan felt that Lin Feng must be talking nonsense again.

"My mouth is bigger than yours."

This is absolutely nonsense. "I don't believe it. I want to compete with you."

Zhang Yan placed his index finger horizontally on Lin Feng's lips and compared the length with his finger joints. He then placed his index finger on his own lips to measure the size. Hmm? It felt sour...

Lin Feng looked at Zhang Yan's childish behavior without interrupting him, with a faint smile on his lips.

After watching Zhang Yan compare three times, Lin Feng asked him about the results.

"Okay, I lose. You're taller than me, so it's only natural that your mouth is bigger than mine."

Where does this heresy come from...

"Yes, Mr. Zhang is well-informed and has a good memory. What Mr. Zhang said is right. I am just proportionally bigger than you."

Both the person who was listening and the person who was saying it felt that the more they listened, the more they felt that something was not right.

"You sit down first, I'll go wash the dishes." Lin Feng took the dishes for both people to the kitchen to wash.

"Let Xiao Ding wash it. He's good at it."

Zhang Yan is indeed an exploitative capitalist. Listen to these words, coming from the mouth that looked so good while eating wontons just now?

"Just let him go. Since we are all out having fun, just order your subordinates around less."

Lin Feng thought of Su Boding's pale face again, or the kind of vegetable that was sold at the market when the stalls were closed. "Assistant Su seems to have had his yang energy sucked away by the monster in the mountains."

"No wonder, I haven't seen him this morning. What? Is there a monster in this mountain?"

Lin Feng didn't know how Zhang Yan's brain circuit was developed. Is this the point? The point is that after the founding of the country, animals and plants were not allowed to become spirits, so where would there be monsters?

"How come you got up so early in the morning, Mr. Zhang? You forgot that you just got up for breakfast."

"Is that the point? The point is the monster!"

"Oh, monsters don't absorb the yang energy of their own kind. Besides, you are a sickly person now, who would care about your yang energy?"

They are just the same kind, pretentious and annoying.

"Let's go pick osmanthus flowers and ask Aunt Qinfen to make osmanthus cake for us in the afternoon."

Lin Feng took a small bamboo basket from the kitchen and put a piece of kitchen paper underneath it. He also took a mini basket that was only big enough to hold an orange.

"Xiaobao, let's go out and play and pick flowers."

When Xiaobao heard Lin Feng calling her, she quickly got off her grandmother's arms and said, "Uncle, I want to go too, Bao Bao wants to go too, Xiaobao wants to go too..."

Xiaobao kept shouting as she ran, fearing that Lin Feng would not wait for her.

"You guys go out and play, and remember to come back early to eat." It was time for Aunt Qinfen to prepare lunch again.

Lin Feng walked in front holding Xiaobao's hand, and they both held a basket.

Zhang Yan followed behind with the help of a cane, feeling that there was no room for him in this family of three.

However, the presence of a wandering Subodh behind him was better than nothing. At least there was someone to keep him at the bottom.

Lin Feng and Xiaobao suddenly stopped and waited for Zhang Yan to walk to their side. Lin Feng handed Xiaobao's little hand to Zhang Yan.

"Wait here for a while. I'll pick some oranges and come back."