Joyful Youth: Many Children, Many Blessings, Starting with Song Qian

Seeing Li Ping shake her head,

Qin Feng then said, "There are still some fresh vegetables in the refrigerator. How about I cook a couple of dishes and we can eat together?"

"Why is this so embarrassing?"

Li Ping hurriedly got up and called out to the room, "Sang Zhi, Mom and Brother Qin Feng are going to the kitchen to cook together. You can play outside by yourself for now!"

"Okay, Mom, close the door, it's too smoky!"

Sang Zhi hadn't finished speaking yet,

Li Ping and Qin Feng went into the kitchen together.

Then, Li Ping casually closed the door.

After discussing it, the two decided that Qin Feng would wash and chop the vegetables, while Li Ping would be in charge of cooking.

then,

Qin Feng then helped Li Ping put on a smock and tied the straps.

The belt around her waist accentuated Li Ping's slender waist and exaggerated proportions even more.

This surprised and delighted Qin Feng, a veteran of many battles.

then,

Qin Feng then began washing and chopping the vegetables.

It's been a long time since I've cooked.

Qin Feng's knife skills were inevitably a bit rusty.

This time,

Qin Feng prepared to cut the potatoes into shreds.

But while I was cutting, I accidentally slipped my left hand.

"hiss."

Qin Feng put down the knife and looked at his slightly bleeding right index finger.

Seeing this, Li Ping hurriedly came over and carefully examined Qin Feng's wound: "It's alright, Qin Feng, the wound isn't big, it's just bleeding a little."

"However, we still need to disinfect it."

"fine."

Qin Feng shook his head calmly: "Just rinse it with water, I don't have any anti-inflammatory medicine at home."

finished,

Qin Feng was about to boil water to rinse it off.

Li Ping hurriedly grabbed Qin Feng's hand: "Don't rush in, be careful of bacterial infection."

then,

Li Ping looked at Qin Feng with deep affection and said softly, "Actually, saliva can also disinfect."

finished,

Li Ping lowered her head and gently touched Qin Feng's injured index finger...

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Chapter 55 Brother Qin Feng, you're simply a devil! (Begging for flowers, monthly tickets, and ratings!)

Outside the kitchen,

Sang Zhi curiously explored every corner of the room.

Even the computer in Qin Feng's room needs to be turned on to check the screensaver.

in the kitchen,

The clattering of pots and pans seemed to sing a different kind of song...

at last,

After more than an hour,

A familiar system notification sound rang in Qin Feng's mind.

"Ding! Planting once, reward: 60% of Wentian Mobile Media shares."

Wentian Mobile Media?

After listening to the prompt tone,

Qin Feng was somewhat surprised.

This is Wentian Mobile Media,

It is a relatively new media company established in Beijing in recent years.

It is based on short video platforms such as Douyin and Weibo.

They gradually cultivated several programs.

One of the news programs stationed on Douyin is called "Metropolis Express".

It was very successful within the capital city.

It has received a lot of attention from the people of Beijing, especially the elderly.

It has a fan base of nearly one million and a reach of nearly three million.

but,

Qin Feng paid no attention to these things.

Anyway, it's already under his name.

As long as it makes money, that's all that matters.

This time,

Li Ping finally started busily cooking.

Unable to help, Qin Feng opened the door and walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing Sang Zhi opening the wardrobe and looking through her underwear,

Qin Feng quickened his pace and took a few steps.

His right hand pressed down on Sang Zhi's little head.

He then added, "Personal property, not suitable for minors."

"I'll be an adult soon!"

Sang Zhi blushed and immediately retorted.

He tried his best to break free from Qin Feng's control.

Qin Feng simply twirled his finger.

He turned Sang Zhi to the door and said, "Alright, go outside and wait for dinner."

"Is the food not ready yet?"

Sang Zhi found it strange: "That's odd, my mom usually cooks pretty quickly!"

"Sang Zhi, why don't you learn crosstalk?"

Qin Feng rolled his eyes, speechless.

He simply dragged Sang Zhi to the dining table: "Take out your math textbook, let's start tutoring now!"

"what?"

Sang Zhi let out a helpless "Ah."

He originally wanted to beg Qin Feng for mercy,

But when he saw Qin Feng's slightly cold gaze...

So he had no choice but to take out his math textbook from his schoolbag, and then, with a pained expression, he opened the book...

Song Qian's home,

Song Qian, who had regained some appetite by noon,

At this point, I lost my appetite again.

He sat alone on the balcony, staring blankly at Yingzi's astronomical telescope.

After Tong Wenjie settled Fang Yifan and Qiao Yingzi in,

I took two bottles of beer out of the refrigerator.