Yang Zhiyi immediately asked the others on the dining table.

After glanced around, Yang Zhiyi looked at Feng Yifan: "Feng Yifan, do you think, am I fat?"

Being asked directly like this made Feng Yifan a little confused about how to answer?

But Feng Ruoruo suddenly said, "Uncle Yang, your face is bigger than before."

This sentence was undoubtedly a knowing blow to Yang Zhiyi, which instantly made Yang Zhiyi collapse, and he felt that the food in front of him was no longer delicious.

Seeing this, Su Ruoxi quickly pulled her daughter and said, "Ruoruo, you can't say that Uncle Yang."

As a result, Feng Ruoruo was still very dissatisfied and pouted and said, "It's just that it's big. Mom and child cannot lie. If it's big, it's big. Ruoru thinks that Uncle Yang's face is big."

Li Feier was very happy: "That's right, Ruoruo is right. Children cannot lie. If they are older, they will become older. So your Uncle Yang will become fat."

Yang Zhiyi said with a sad face: "I'm really fat, and it's still so obvious. I, I can't eat it anymore."

Seeing him like this and hearing what he said made everyone laugh.

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Okay, don't pretend. You said you are an otaku who writes books at home. You have such a beautiful wife and such a cute daughter. You don't show up when you go out. If you get fat, you will get fat. What do you care about those things?"

Hearing these words, Yang Zhiyi, who was a little desperate the moment before, suddenly regained his vitality.

"Hahaha, Chef Feng is right. I don't have to show up at home. What do I care if I'm fat? And even if I'm fat, I still have the most beautiful program planner in our local area as my wife, and there's such a beautiful little baby. It doesn't matter if I'm fat."

Li Feier was so amused and laughed.

Yang Xiaoxi hugged his father's face and said, "Dad, no, you have to pay attention to maintaining your figure. You can't get fat. If you get fat, other children in the kindergarten will say me, saying that Xixi has a fat father, you are not allowed to be fat."

Yang Zhiyi suddenly woke up and realized that he was not fat enough.

"Well, then okay, in order not to let our Xixi be told by the kindergarten children, then my father promised Xixi that he would work hard to exercise and not let himself become too fat, okay?"

After saying this, Yang Xiaoxi was happy: "Okay, dad is very well-behaved."

While saying that Dad is good, Yang Xiaoxi also patted Dad's head with his hands. That little look was like comforting a child.

Yang Zhiyi was also amused by his daughter's head patting him like this.

The others laughed.

Then, Yang Xiaoxi got off his father, ran back to his chair quickly, and then climbed onto the chair and sat with Feng Ruoruo. Everyone continued to have the lunch.

The sumptuous lunch made by Feng Yifan himself still satisfy everyone.

After finishing the meal, Yang Zhiyi couldn't help but sigh with his stomach: "Chef Feng's craftsmanship is getting better and better, especially the chestnut roast chicken today and the elbow. The taste is simply amazing. Before I knew it, I was overwhelmed. It seems that I will come less in the future."

Yang Xiaoxi pulled up his father who was slumped on the sofa and said, "Dad, you can't go like this just now. Get up quickly and take Ruoruo and go downstairs. Let's go play with Tiantian together."
Chapter completed!