Feng Yi’s birthday is at the end of August.

When Yu Zhou got up in the morning, Feng Yiren was gone, and the bed was cold, as if he had been away for a long time.

After washing up, she went downstairs and saw Zhang Ma working in the kitchen.

"Miss, you are awake, come and have breakfast." Zhang Ma stopped the work in her hand and greeted her with a smile, "Mr. I went out in the morning and said I would not come back in the afternoon."

Yu Zhou sat down at the dining table and saw that there seemed to be a lot of dishes in the kitchen. Zhang's mother was still busy cooking, so she asked curiously: "What day is today?"

"Today's Mr.'s birthday." Zhang's mother replied: "It's thirty years old, it's a big day."

Yu Zhou just picked up the spoon and was stunned when he heard this.

Feng Yi said a few days ago that he was about to celebrate his birthday, but she didn't ask when it was exactly.

I didn't expect it to be today.

She didn't know what she thought of, and her expression couldn't help but turn dark and asked Zhang's mother, "Then where did he go in the morning?"

Zhang's mother turned around and went to choose vegetables. After thinking about it, she replied: "In the past, when my husband was on his birthday, he would go back to his old house. I guess he's back this year."

He had very little time to go back to his old house, and it was rare to go back once, so it was reasonable for days like birthdays to go back.

"But the gentleman said that he would come back soon." Zhang's mother looked at the kitchen, "These dishes were prepared by the gentleman, and they were all what you like to eat with Miss."

Feng Yi celebrated his birthday, but he prepared all the dishes she liked.

Why don’t you prepare what he likes to eat?

But then Yu Zhou thought about it and found that he didn't even know what Feng Yi liked to eat.

The breakfast in front of me was still warm, with a dazzling array of tables. Yu Zhou had no appetite, so he just ate a little casually.

After eating, she went into the kitchen.

Yu Zhou looked at the dishes in it and asked Zhang Ma: "What do Feng Yi like to eat?"

"Sir." Zhang Ma thought for a while, but didn't think of anything. "Sir, there's nothing that I really like to eat."

He has never had a special preference, just like his feelings as a human being, he has no preference or disgust for food.

Yu Zhou looked at it again.

"Then...what dish is easy to make?"

Yu Zhou didn't know how to cook. During the time she was banned before, she was forced to cook by herself, and the things she made were barely edible.

"Little cabbage is easy to make," said Zhang Ma.

Xiao Baicai is something Yu Zhou likes to eat. When she loses weight, she only uses it to burn it and eat it.

But……

Yu Zhou hesitated and asked again: "Is there any simple meat and vegetables?"

"Then make this beef." Zhang Ma suggested with a smile.

She realized that Yu Zhou wanted to learn it herself, so she said, "I'll help you cut the meat and side dishes, and you can just follow the steps."

Zhang's mother didn't dare to let Yu Zhou touch the knife. If the hand was cut, the gentleman should be angry.

"Then I'll wash vegetables." Yu Zhou said, turning on the faucet and then started.

Yu Zhou was in charge of the spoon, and Zhang Ma was watching the guidance, from the heat to how much oil was added, she even accurately grasped the number of stir-frying times.

Yu Zhou was careful and stared at the pot, not daring to move his eyes, for fear that he would destroy the vegetables if he accidentally did.

"Now put the water, cover the lid and cook for a while. The beef needs to be stewed thoroughly, and then it will taste delicious."

Yu Zhou listened to Zhang Ma's words, turned the fire and covered the lid.

She was waiting next to her.

After making a stewed beef brisket for more than half an hour, it was finally out of the pot. Zhang Ma took a bite and praised Yu Zhou for making it well.

"Miss is still talented, and the meat is stewed well, and the gentleman must like to eat it."

Yu Zhou was a little embarrassed to talk about it.

This is all taught by Zhang Ma step by step. She didn't even cut the dishes by herself, and the quality is not as good as Zhang Ma usually cooks.

"Miss is doing it for the first time, it's very good."

Zhang's mother praised her with a smile, and continued to put the dishes in the pot and heated them, saying that she would wait for her husband to come back.

After reading the script for a while in the morning, Yu Zhou did a group of exercises by himself. After doing it, he sweated slightly and felt sleepy.

So I went back to my room and slept for a while.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I woke up.

The sun was strong outside, and the ground was burning. Standing by the window, I heard the cicadas ringing.

Yu Zhou rubbed his temples, went into the bathroom and patted his face with clear water, and then he became more enlightened.

She changed her clothes and went downstairs.

It's very quiet downstairs.

After Ma Zhang finished cooking, she should have gone back, and the food was all hot on the stove.

Yu Zhou stood upstairs and looked down. He saw Feng Yi standing by the window, looking at somewhere outside, and his whole body became silent. Just looking at his back, he could feel that he was in a bad mood.

A birthday should be a happy day.

Yu Zhou stood upstairs without moving. Jingjing looked at it for a while, and time passed by minute by minute, about ten minutes.

Feng Yi rubbed his temples, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and dim.

Yu Zhou turned around and went downstairs.

She was almost walking to the first floor, and Feng Yi heard the sound and turned around.

"Wake up?"

When he came back she was sleeping and did not disturb her.

"Yeah." Yu Zhou nodded and walked slowly to him.

"Where have you been?" she asked curiously.

"Go and see grandpa." Feng Yi said: "You slept well in the morning, so you didn't call you."

Yu Zhou asked: "Is grandpa in good health?"

Feng Yi nodded: "It's been fine recently."

Feng Yi reached out and wiped a drop of water from her jaw. Seeing her hazy look as if she had just woken up, her eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but soften.

"Have you had lunch?" Feng Yi asked her.

Yu Zhou shook his head and said, "I have breakfast late, so I'm not hungry."

"Let's have another meal tonight." Feng Yi said: "There's a big meal tonight."

He didn't mention his birthday, but only told Yu Zhou that there was something delicious tonight.

Yu Zhou nodded and responded.

Feng Yi held Yu Zhou's hand, held it in his palm, rubbed his fingers gently, touching the softness of her hand, and he couldn't let go.

"Zhouzhou." He shouted softly.

Yu Zhou stood beside him and always felt that he had something to say, but he was silent for a long time and still said nothing.

In the afternoon, Feng Yi was dealing with work in the study, while Yu Zhou said he would stay downstairs to read the script.

At around five o'clock, she went upstairs and knocked on the door of the study.

"Feng Yi, are you hungry?" Yu Zhou wore a red dress, his hair loosely tied to one side, his lips bent and smiled slightly, and he asked him in a soft voice.

Feng Yi had no appetite and didn't feel hungry, but he thought Yu Zhou would ask this, and it must be that she was hungry, so he put down the computer and walked over.

"Let's go, let's go for a meal."

Feng Yi said, holding her hand and walking downstairs.

The restaurant downstairs was filled with dishes. As soon as it was served from the pot, they were all hot. Before they could get downstairs, they could smell the aroma of the food.

There was also a bottle of red wine on the table.

When Feng Yi saw this scene, he was stunned and looked down at Yu Zhou.

Yu Zhou blinked and said, "That was made by Zhang Ma, I just put it all out."

Yu Zhou walked over and poured two glasses of wine.

Place them on both sides of the table.

She sat down and called Feng Yi to sit down.

The table was full of dishes Yu Zhou liked to eat, as well as desserts and fruits.

"Ma Zhang made it all morning today." Yu Zhou looked at the dishes and said with a smile: "You try it."
To be continued...