"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Zhang Yiming was somewhat embarrassed to be stared at like this by Feng Yin, and his old face couldn't help but blush slightly, "Lady? ”

Feng Yin glanced at him, ignored him, and retracted her gaze to look at Ding Zhencai: "Your proposal is not unacceptable. ”

"But don't forget, why are you staying at my house these days?"

"That day, your Uncle Zhang asked you, what are your plans next, and you haven't given us a clear answer yet."

Zhang Yiming couldn't help but focus on what Ding Zhencai talked about with them because of Feng Yin's glance.

Now hearing Feng Yin's words, Zhang Yiming immediately nodded cooperatively: "Your aunt is right, if you want to talk about things, answer this question first." ”

Ding Zhenyan: "......" stomach is getting bigger and bigger, what's going on.

He took a deep breath and tried not to let the discomfort in his stomach affect him.

Under the same gaze of the husband and wife, the young man spoke softly: "So far, my father has not shown the slightest intention to give up on me. ”

"So, I want to try to give him a chance to see when he's willing to tell me in person, good at my brother's business."

"After all, my father had always been very nice and accommodating to me before this."

"When I entered the trading circle, my father has always spared no effort to teach me, and he has never let me be wronged."

"What's more, when I went home this time, I didn't meet my father, although I also inquired about something, but there are still many things that I guessed by myself."

Feng Yin: "......" for a long time, this pot of dog blood is made up by your own brain.

Zhang Yiming: "......" young people are still too impulsive.

However, it is still worth giving more trust to be able to think about this in just a few days.

However, the words came out: "Then are you sure that Yaxianju can be the master himself?" ”

"Yes."

Ding Zhenyi replied very firmly, "Not only Yaxianju, but also soap and soap, I am also in charge." ”

Speaking of this, the boy remembered that the Zhang family still has the kind of thing that can make the mouth fresh and fragrant.

His eyes lit up and he looked at Zhang Yiming and Feng Yin: "Uncle, aunt, what is the name of the person who brushes his teeth and bubbles in your house?" Why don't we work together? ”

"You guys come up with the formula, the little nephew pays the money and the effort to bring the shipment, and our two families are open in five, how about it?"

Feng Yin looked at Zhang Yiming: "What do you think?" ”

Zhang Yiming: "You can consider it, but it's not ......"

Speaking of this, he paused deliberately, just when Ding Zhenyu's eyes widened nervously, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

He continued: "But these things, except for the dividends we distribute on time, everything else has nothing to do with my Zhang family." ”

"Okay, little nephew promises you."

Ding Zhenyi readily agreed without thinking about it, "Anyone asked, and the little nephew said that he got it from a mysterious person. ”

"Except for the little nephew, no one will know that the Zhang family has something to do with this."

Zhang Yiming was quite satisfied with this answer, but he didn't rush to answer.

Sideways asked Feng Yin: "By the way, lady, what deal did you talk about earlier?" How to talk about it? ”

Feng Yin told Zhang Yiming about Ding Zhencai's proposal, and the latter groaned and looked at Ding Zhencai.

Ding Zhenyu came into contact with Zhang Yiming's deep gaze, and his heart unconsciously hung up again: "Uncle, do you have any opinions?" ”

Zhang Yiming: "Today's recipes plus the previous lo-mei recipes, my Zhang family wants a total of thirty and a half parts of Yaxianju, you agree, we will sign the contract." ”

"The recipe you need today, if you want to cooperate with my Zhang family, you can sign it."