"Hey, here we are."

In the kitchen, the sister-in-law hurriedly responded and began to get busy.

And Zhang Jingyu was frightened by his mother's sentence 'You just think so'.

hurriedly stepped forward and shouted with a flattering face: "Mother, mother, my son is just joking, don't be angry." ”

Feng Yin looked at the young man's flattery in front of him with disgust, and he was really blind.

Zhang Jingyu said nervously: "My son is really just joking, of course my two brothers and I are your own sons, and Jifan is the same as us, no difference, no difference." ”

"Hum ......"

Feng Yin gave him a strange laugh, and his eyes swept over the two sons who were watching the excitement next to him and said, "The old lady doesn't hear about it, she just looks at it." ”

Zhang Jingyu was slightly stunned, and then reacted: "Mother, don't worry, my son is guaranteed to be the most filial." ”

"It's not the third brother, what do you mean?"

Zhang Qiubai and Zhang Xinghe were not happy at this time, and before Feng Yin could refute, the brothers said in unison, "What do you mean, we are not filial to our parents?" ”

"Ouch, big brother and second brother, I didn't say you were not filial."

Zhang Jingyu also knew that what he said was a little wrong, and hurriedly explained, "I just said that I want to be the most filial person to my father." ”

"Isn't that the same?"

Zhang Qiubai and Zhang Xinghe were still not satisfied, and wanted to argue a few words.

Feng Yin listened to the conversation of her son, full of impatience: "What is the noise? Could it be filial piety if you win the quarrel? ”

"If you really want to prove something, there will be time for you to prove it with your actions in the future, and don't quarrel with my mother here."

Son: "...... Mother, we know it's wrong. ”

"Humph!"

Feng Yin snorted softly and stepped into the hall.

Zhang Jifan really came back soon, and everyone had just sat down at the table before the bowl was served, and he came back with a red face, embarrassed to greet everyone.

"Alright, eat."

Feng Yin saw that he was about to make a speech again, and interrupted impatiently with the bowl, "It's not early, don't delay." ”

After the meal, Tang Jiu, who was invited by the Zhang family to help drive the car, stood outside the gate.

Seeing that they had set up the ox cart and opened the gate, Tang Jiu hurriedly stood up straight and shouted to Feng Yin: "Hello sister-in-law of the Zhang family." ”

Feng Yin bowed: "Ninth brother, these babies in my family will ask you today." ”

"Sister-in-law is polite."

Tang Jiu's swarthy face was faintly flushed, "I usually don't miss Brother Zhang's light. ”

After a short polite few words, the brothers got into the ox cart, and Tang Jiu left Zhang's house in the ox cart.

Feng Yin turned around and closed the room and entered the house, and found that her little girl was obediently guarding Niu Lao with her nephew and niece.

A pair of big black eyes flickered as he looked at the wound on Niu Lao's face, both scared and a little curious.

Seeing Feng Yin coming in, the little girl hurriedly stopped her and asked in a low voice, "Mother, how could this old man be injured?" ”

"Well, my mother doesn't know."

Feng Yin bent down and hugged the little girl, "In the morning, your eldest brother found him lying in our cattle and sheep shed, so he rescued him." ”

"Then, will it hurt the old man like this?"

Min's soft and glutinous voice was full of worry, "I will feel so painful when I cut a small cut on my hand." ”

Feng Yin smiled: "So the old man fainted in pain." ”

"Huh?"

Minrou snorted nervously, "How much does that hurt?" Mother, when will the old man stop hurting so much? ”

"Mother doesn't know, I haven't tried it. Rou'er asks what this does? ”

Feng Yin kissed the little girl on the face, and her heart was so soft that she was in a mess.

Why is her Rou'er so cute?