"No, my son doesn't."

Listening to Feng Yin's words, Zhang Xinghe was so frightened that he trembled again.

Although he thought that way from the beginning, being told by his mother still made the boy's heart tremble.

"I'm sorry mother."

Zhang Xinghe gritted his teeth, his head slammed on the ground, and Feng Yin felt a headache in his forehead when he heard it, "My son shouldn't be lazy and go against you." ”

"Son, I'm going to wash those things in the river with my eldest brother, don't be angry, don't be angry."

Feng Yin clearly wanted to be softer, but she didn't dare.

I had to snort coldly and said, "If you don't make the old lady angry, this body will be fine." ”

"Why don't you go to work and wait for the old lady to go by herself?"

Zhang Qiubai, who came out of the kitchen with a few pairs of pigs and pigs' heads, hurriedly came out: "Mother, I'll go with my second brother, you go back to the house and rest." ”

While speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled Zhang Xinghe up: "Second brother, hurry up, let's wash our things and come back early." ”

"Hmph."

Seeing them leave, Feng Yin turned her head and saw her youngest son and little girl hiding behind the door, looking at her timidly.

Behind the two children are the eldest grandson and the eldest granddaughter.

The granddaughter is still young and ignorant, so she doesn't feel anything.

The eldest grandson vaguely knew what was going on, and at the moment he was about to cry with red eyes but didn't dare to cry.

On his mouth, it was the hand of the little girl Zhang Minrou.

Feng Yin looked at this terrible picture, pretended not to see it, glared at Hu Shi, turned around and entered the room where the grain was put again.

He took out enough thick noodles and cornmeal for the whole family to eat and put them in the kitchen.

Tonight's meal, she has to keep an eye on it, and don't make good things into pig food by the two sisters-in-law.

What she didn't notice was that she had just turned around, and the little girl and her little son, who were still too scared to come out, breathed a long sigh of relief.

As for the mouth of the eldest grandson, it was also liberated from the hands of the little girl.

"Milk."

The little one shouted quietly with a crying voice.

"Shhhh

Zhang Minrou hurriedly reminded her eldest nephew in a low voice, "Be careful that your milk beats your little ass." ”

When the little guy heard that he was going to spank his little ass, he quickly stretched out his little hand to cover it.

It's a pity that the little arms are too short, and the clothes are relatively thick, so I can't reach them at all.

But this action amused Zhang Jingyu and Zhang Minrou.

The little one looked at the little uncle and aunt and giggled.

Feng Yin listened to the voice coming from behind her, and couldn't help but look back, and the corners of her lips raised slightly without moving.

"Mother, do you want to eat this meat tonight?"

Seeing Feng Yin coming in with two large liters, Lin's heart trembled secretly, but he didn't dare to show it, so he had to find something to divert his attention.

Feng Yin looked at the pork belly on the board and said, "Cut half of it to make back to the pot, and eat the rest in the hanging well tomorrow." ”

"Mother, this is too much, right?"

Zhang Huishu was startled when she heard Feng Yin's instructions, and couldn't help but express her opinion, "Divide it into four portions, you can eat four meals." ”

Feng Yin glanced at the cheap girl and frightened the little girl to lower her head, for fear of being scolded.

Zhang Huishu did this, making the corners of Feng Yin's mouth twitch.

But this time she didn't scold, but said to Lin: "Divide into three portions, eat some tonight, and the rest will be one at noon and one tomorrow evening." ”

Lin agreed and hurriedly did so, for fear that he would be scolded if he moved slowly.

Zhang Huishu glanced at Feng Yin in amazement, and muttered in her heart: "My mother didn't scold me just now!" ”

After being stunned for a while, I found that she was pouring noodles into the basin, and hurriedly went over and said, "Mother, I'll make peace, you can rest." ”

Although Feng Yin did not divide the meat into four portions according to Zhang Huishu's request, for Zhang Huishu, it was still her mother's recognition of herself.

At this moment, she was in a much lighter mood, and her tone of voice was lighter.

"Mother, what is back to the pot meat, my daughter-in-law has never done it."