The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 5:

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"Zhiwei." Mrs. Feng put down her chopsticks, "How many times have I told you, a woman should not speak nonsense about government affairs."

"These are really strange words." Feng Zhiwei put down the steamed bun and looked at Mrs. Feng with a smile, "If people who don't know hear it, they may really think that my Mrs. Feng is a gentle and virtuous woman who doesn't care about the affairs of the country and is dedicated to educating her children. ."

"Isn't it?" Mrs. Feng ignored her and picked up a chopstick of vermicelli with great care. She frowned and thought about similar things in the world. Sometimes they were so different. For example, this vermicelli looked very similar to the green vermicelli that she used to eat back then. Covered shark's fin - top-quality short rib fins, simmered in chicken stock over low heat, then use large purple abalone, top-quality cloud legs, wrap them in lotus leaves and stew them together. The finished product is pure and moist, with the fragrance of lotus overflowing... Another example is that person, Zhiwei and Shaoning have such similar looks, but their status and circumstances are completely different... Forget it, why do you think so much? It's all fate.

She ate deliciously without raising her head. Feng Zhiwei glanced at her sideways and said in a sweet voice: "Yes, there is nothing wrong. Mrs. Feng has always been like this. As for the tiger girl who is born to be handsome, When he was ten years old, he went to war with his father, when he was twelve years old, he killed people with his own hands. When he was fourteen years old, he was ordered to turn the tide on the battlefield. He led 30,000 shirtless men to fight against the enemy, killing heads with blood and dancing in the yellow sand. He became famous and admired all over the world in one battle, and was known as the Fire Phoenix..."

"That's enough." Madam Feng interrupted her calmly, considered the portion of cabbage vermicelli, and poured a little more carefully.

Feng Zhiwei seemed unaware.

"Qiu Mingying, who is known as the handsome fire phoenix girl..." She suddenly stood up, supported the table, and faced Mrs. Feng's face with a face as delicate as flowers and snow, and looked straight into her eyes. "Dead, already dead."

"Bang!"

The bowls and chopsticks on the table vibrated and jingled. Mrs. Feng, who was pressing her hand on the table, raised her eyebrows and stared at her. Her eyes were as fierce as lightning. She vaguely looked like the all-powerful and handsome woman in those days.

Feng Zhiwei only smiled and did not move.

Before the aftershocks stopped, the cabbage bowl with half of its mouth tilted, and the soup poured directly towards Feng Zhiwei. Feng Zhiwei looked down, smiled, but still didn’t move, and didn’t even move his eyelashes. one cent.

Madam Feng, who was staring at her angrily, stared blankly at her face, suddenly sighed, stretched out her finger and pressed it, the rotating bowls and chopsticks on the table immediately stopped, and a little splash of soup splashed on Madam Feng's fingers. Mrs. Feng regretfully wanted to **** it. When she raised her head and met Feng Zhiwei's eyes, she immediately wiped her hands on her apron.

"Okay...it's all over." The fierce handsome lady disappeared in an instant. The woman sitting opposite Feng Zhiwei was still the woman drinking vegetable soup holding a broken bowl of treasure, "Hurry up and finish your meal. Aunt Zhao is at the front for help."

Feng Zhiwei stared at Mrs. Feng’s beautiful but slightly aged face, slowly retracted her hand holding the table, sighed and was about to sit down, when someone suddenly slammed the door behind her, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill. He came in, sat down next to her, grabbed Mrs. Feng's untouched steamed bun and gnawed on it, while muttering inarticulately: "It's steamed bun again!"

"Hao'er, why are you so anxious? Be careful and bite your tongue." Madam Feng immediately stretched out her hand to stroke the child's hair lovingly, "Is it cold? Can I warm it up for you?"

Feng Zhiwei lowered his eyes and looked at the hard steamed bun in his hand - take it to warm it up? That's easy to say. The kitchen is very busy right now. Do I have time to warm up steamed buns for you?

The steamed buns in my hand are also as hard as iron. Why don't you heat them up?

"How can you eat it when it's so cold?" Feng Hao took a bite, frowned, and threw the bun out. The hard bun hit the ground with a loud sound, "I won't eat it!"

Feng Zhiwei stared at the steamed bun - this was breakfast this morning. The three of them shared two steamed buns. Her mother didn't touch it and only drank the vegetable soup that had been left overnight. Now, this precious steamed bun was taken by her younger brother. The frivolous hand smashed it out, covered in dust.

Then she slowly turned her head and stared at Feng Hao.

"Pick it up."

Feng Zhiwei's tone was always gentle and gentle, and there seemed to be a smile in her eyes. She was born with hazy eyes, and she didn't look domineering no matter how she looked at people. Mrs. Feng was so sharp and fierce when she suddenly appeared, It is nowhere to be found in her.

Feng Hao shrank back. Somehow, every time his sister spoke to him like this with a smile, he felt a chill in his heart for no reason. There seemed to be something else in those bright and clear eyes. Things that ordinary people couldn't see bound him tightly.

It was only his mother's love that made him feel confident. He took a step back and left the area around Feng Zhiwei, then raised his head and snorted disdainfully.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him, her eyes still smiling, she sat down with a smile, continued to nibble on her steamed buns, and said lightly: "You won't pick it up, right? OK, you are old and have your own opinions. Tomorrow I’m going to beg Madam to let you go study with the third young master. You are so smart, and there is no guarantee that our Feng family will be glorious in the future, so we have to count on you.”

"Don't!" Feng Hao's face changed drastically and he glared at her angrily, "You are still my sister, aren't you? Send me to that fire pit? You are a vicious woman, you can't live long, and you still want to take me with you..."

"Haoer!"

Feng Hao was startled by the sharp shout and stopped silently. Mrs. Feng looked straight at him and then at Feng Zhiwei. The smile in Feng Zhiwei's eyes faded a little, but the corners of her lips curved slightly.

"Isn't it just a steamed bun?" Mrs. Feng smiled, hurriedly walked to the corner, picked up the steamed bun, blew it carefully, and held it in her hands, "I'll go and heat up the kitchen."

Feng Zhiwei lowered his eyes, looking at the steamed buns in his mother’s hands, at his mother’s once smooth and delicate hands that were now full of rough cracks, and then at her mother’s low-hanging temples. I don’t know when her black hair and blue silk hair changed her temples. There were stars, and that bit of white stung her eyes.

Decades have passed since the stars have changed, and looking back at the changes in beauty, the once stunningly beautiful female heroes and the rumored hot-tempered handsome women have long since disappeared into obscurity, leaving only their bright outlines, among other things. Looking back lonely in the distant legend.

She didn't even know what kind of experience it took to smooth out those radiant and sharp edges and replace her with the tolerant and difficult life she was living now.

"I'll go." Feng Zhiwei sighed after a while and took the steamed buns from Mrs. Feng's hand - those people in the kitchen climbed high and stepped down, they were very snobbish. She didn't want to see her mother begging for help in a low voice, and then being cut off by the sharp edge of words. Stabbing.