Seeing that the two little girls didn’t take a nap, Feng Yifan couldn’t help but smile and asked, “Why are you both not sleeping? We didn’t agree that you should take a nap upstairs. When you wake up, we can eat ice cream and then go out to play.”

Feng Ruoruo and Yang Xiaoxi immediately exclaimed: "Oh, I forgot."

Shi Jiahui smiled and said, "These two little girls are a little excited and don't look sleepy at all."

Yang Zhiyi said seriously: "We still have to sleep. They have become a habit of taking naps. If they don't take naps, they will be sleepy early in the afternoon."

Feng Yifan also nodded: "Yes, I should really have to sleep."

Shi Jiahui thought for a while and said, "Then it happens. Shi Tao and I will go back first. You can coax the two little girls to sleep. When they wake up, we will come over again."

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "No need to worry, why don't you go to the next door first, senior sister, I'll coax these two little girls to sleep. I have something to discuss with senior sister."

Shi Jiahui looked at Yang Zhiyi and asked, "Will it disturb your writing?"

Yang Zhiyi waved his hand: "No, no, I have already written it on the high-speed rail. Let's go, let's sit over and let these two little girls sleep."

Feng Ruoru and Yang Xiaoxi were also very well-behaved this time, and took the initiative to wave goodbye to Aunt Jiahui and her brother.

Wait until Yang Zhiyi, Shi Jiahui and Shi Tao left.

Feng Yifan said to the two little girls: "Okay, you two should go to bed quickly."

Feng Ruoruo asked again: "Dad, can I sleep with Xixi? Can we two children sleep in the same bed?"

Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, if you two want to sleep together, choose a bed."

After some choice, the two little girls finally chose the bed beside the window, took off their shoes and skirt together, and changed into sleepiness, and then lay down under the quilt obediently.

After lying down, the two little girls naturally wanted Feng Yifan to tell stories.

Feng Yifan had no choice but to take out the stories saved in advance in his mobile phone and read the stories to the little girls as he watched the phone. Of course, he still had to be emotional and imitate some of the plots.

Otherwise, if you just go to study hard, the two little girls will not be satisfied.

Finally, the girls were coaxed to bed. Feng Yifan got up gently, pulled some curtains in the room, and then walked out of the room with slight hands.

When he arrived at Yang Zhiyi's room next door, Shi Jiahui was chatting with Yang Zhiyi.

Yang Zhiyi was very serious at this time. While asking Shi Jiahui about his experience in learning cooking, he also recorded it in the notebook.

It is obvious that Yang Zhiyi is making various preparations for his novels.

At this moment, Yang Zhiyi was completely different from the uncontrollable father.

He will record it very carefully and ask many key and highly professional questions.

When Shi Jiahui saw Feng Yifan coming, she smiled and said, "How boring is the process of learning cooking? You can ask Yifan. He should be very clear. Learning cooking is not as wonderful as many young people think, nor is it as simple as those videos taken online."

Feng Yifan also said: "Yes, in fact, in many videos online, those people reproduced many classic state banquet dishes. You can't just watch their videos to shoot them. They are all edited. During the video production process, they may have experienced countless crashes."

Shi Jiahui nodded: "Yes, this is like when we first learned cooking. When we were just beginning, many things would be particularly difficult to get started."

Feng Yifan raised his hand and said, "There are countless knife wounds and scalds on my hands."

Yang Zhiyi and Shi Tao looked at Feng Yifan's rough hands, and they also had an intuitive feeling.
Chapter completed!