Feng Yin scooped up the soup spoon, checked it carefully, and found that the bag of marinade had no traces of human touch, and felt better.

It seems that the Hu clan has not yet found a chance to do it.

If it weren't for that, then the Hu clan really couldn't stay.

Feng Yin couldn't help but be a little lucky: Fortunately, there were a group of children around him who hadn't experienced much of the world, otherwise she wouldn't be so easy to find clues.

When the situation is really serious, it will be difficult to make up for the losses even if the Hu family is driven back to his parents' house and the relationship with the second child is severed.

Even if Feng Yin was confident, others couldn't deserve exactly the same marinade, and she didn't want this kind of thing to happen.

Gathering her mind, she put the marinade back into the soup, but she took out the spoon.

Only then did he scoop up the freshly boiled eggs from the pot and walk towards the hall with the steamed buns.

"Mother."

When I entered the house, I saw Zhang Xinghe and his little couple looking at him pitifully.

Feng Yin put down the things in his hand, looked at the little couple who were still bleeding on his forehead, and asked lightly, "What?" Did your father let you go? ”

"Mother, my father asked me and the Hu family to copy the Book of Filial Piety a hundred times."

Zhang Xinghe whispered about the punishment he received, and wanted his mother to see that there was no paper at home, and let his father change the punishment.

How do you know that Feng Yin said casually: "Well, it's better for your father." Then copy it. ”

"Mother~"

Hu Shi listened to his mother-in-law's words, and his voice trembled, "But it costs a lot of money to buy paper." ”

Inexplicably, she suddenly remembered the time when her mother-in-law chased her with a broom, and missed her mother-in-law's harsh and ugly scolding.

But this copy of the Book of Filial Piety made the Hu family really want to die.

If it weren't for the fact that he only had this chance to change, Hu really wanted to die.

Feng Yin glanced at the little two lightly, and said lightly: "It's okay, wait a minute, let your eldest brother help each of you make a sand table, you write in the sand table." ”

"After writing, let your father confirm that it is right and then smooth out and write the others, I believe you can write it, come on, my mother is optimistic about you."

Zhang Xinghe: "......"

Hu: "......"

Everyone: "......"

Feng Yin silently observed their reactions, and laughed in her heart:

Hmph, if you have the energy and heart to calculate the old lady, you have to make you suffer, see if you dare to eat inside and out?

Zhang Qiubai and Zhang Huishu couldn't help but be secretly shocked when they learned about the punishment of the little couple.

Especially the way that my mother came up with, that is, I didn't need to spend money to buy paper, pen and ink, and I could still achieve the desired goal, which was really wise.

In the inner room, Zhang Yiming was thinking about how many faces the original wife had, when he suddenly listened to the conversation between the mother and son in the hall, and his eyes narrowed again.

I muttered to myself in my heart: This woman is definitely not the original lady.

Who is she? Where did it come from? When was it changed?

Through these three questions of the soul, it can be seen how shocked Zhang Yiming's mood is at the moment.

"Dad, it's time for breakfast."

While he was thinking, the boss's voice woke him up.

Zhang Yiming didn't open his eyes for the first time, but moved with difficulty, wanting to get up by himself.

In the end, it was because I had just sat outside for too long, and my body couldn't bear to fail.

"Dad, don't move, my son will help you up."

Zhang Qiubai hurriedly put down the things in his hand, and Zhang Xinghe, who was following behind, also hurriedly stepped forward and put down the bowl.

The two brothers hurriedly went to the kang to help Zhang Yiming, asked him to sit up, and took a pillow to cushion his waist.

Zhang Xinghe asked flatteringly: "Dad, how do you feel now?" Better? ”