Feng Ziming was discussing the next step of operating steel futures with Xu Qingping. The phone rang and took it out and saw that it was called by the late informant Mu Xiong, who was Feng Ziming's current goddaughter Mu Tingting. He happily picked it up and fed it for a long time and heard Mu Tingting say, "Dad, your phone has no signal again, I can't hear you talking. Are you in the building? If you are, go to the window and say it."

This little girl always looks like a little adult. Feng Ziming smiled and shook his head, covered the microphone and said to Xu Qingping: "My little princess came here. I'll go over and listen. There is no signal here."

"Why are you doing if you have no signal? Haha, it's really my 24th filial dad," Xu Qingping said with a smile, "Why can't such a good man find a girlfriend? Ziming, isn't there a problem with his sexual orientation?"

"If yes, I'll be the first to push you." Feng Ziming still covered the microphone. This kind of adult conversation cannot be heard by children, what if there is a signal again suddenly.

"Hey, Tingting, did you hear it?" Feng Ziming said as he reached the window with his head and cell phone.

"I heard that my dad, would you please change your phone? I'm only twelve years old, so you can buy me a high-end phone with a handheld computer function. Why do you still use a green screen and don't even have Chinese functions? You can't even send a Chinese text message? Alas!" Mu Tingting spoke in an old tone. Since he went home with Feng Ziming and became his goddaughter half a year ago, Mu Tingting has always regarded herself as a little adult. Not only does she speak, but she even seems much more mature than children of the same age. She doesn't have to worry about her life and self-care. Most of the time, she takes care of Feng Ziming's daily life and diet, and takes care of her in an orderly manner, which makes Feng Ziming, Wang Laowu, who sings a single love song, bid farewell to the days of intimate contact with instant noodles.

Perhaps the poor children were a long time ago. Mu Tingting, twelve-year-old, cooked good dishes. Feng Ziming is also a natural gourmetist and cooking idiot. He has a lot of research on food in various countries. His tongue can be taken to take a insurance policy. It is precious, but he doesn’t know how to cook any dishes himself, so it’s so uncomfortable to often use instant noodles and fast food to fill his stomach. Fortunately, with his goddaughter, Mu Tingting’s cooking skills can be compared with some Chinese chefs in the view of gourmet Feng Ziming. Mu Tingting also reads books, TV and learns some Western food from time to time. Nowadays, Western food is also of a considerable level, especially a dish of red wine stew, which has become Feng Ziming’s favorite. He can compete with Xu Qingping’s favorite dried fried beef rivers, and eats them every meal until he returns to the west.

"The things have been used for a long time, so why bother throw them away if they are not broken?" Feng Ziming said the truth. His mobile phone was bought by Xu Qingping's mother when he was in college. He bought two of the same style. He and Xu Qingping each had one. Xu Qingping had long known which planet to use. In addition to the old appearance, he could basically talk to the phone, so he never changed it. Not only the mobile phone, but the old classic car he drove was even more old. It was bought when his father and Xu Qingping's father worked as stock brokers when they collaborated to make the first money.
Chapter completed!