"Listen to your uncle, and your little nephew will listen to your uncle."

Ding Zhenyi really didn't care much about how much Yaxianju shared.

He believes that with those new recipes given by the Zhang family, Yaxianju will usher in a new round of money-making trend.

At the moment, what he cares about is the scented things that are about to come to his hands.

With his sensitivity to the market, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of effect this thing will achieve as soon as it comes out.

Feng Yin saw that Zhang Yiming negotiated the deal in three or two sentences, and inexplicably felt that he, a business elite, had become an ornament again.

However, in today's dynasty, Zhang Yiming wants to deliberately cover up the light on her body, and she doesn't feel anything wrong at all.

Zhang Yiming got up and said to Fengyin: "Lady, come, study ink for your husband, let's write down the contract." ”

Feng Yin glanced at him lightly, and still cooperated to help him study ink.

Zhang Yiming prepared the pen and paper, and when the ink in the inkstone reached its best, he motioned for Feng Yin to stop.

The man dipped his pen in ink and wrote out the two contracts with a wave of his hand.

Feng Yin looked at the words that the man wrote today, and it was really pleasing to the eye.

The words of praise couldn't help but blurt out: "Good hand, smooth strokes, such as flowing water, the pen is clear, it can be seen that his person is serious but not old-fashioned and pedantic......"

As soon as the words came out, Feng Yin realized that he had overperformed.

She immediately shut up, looked at Zhang Yiming, and then looked at Ding Zhencai.

Zhang Yiming looked at her with a smile, and his appreciation for her was very useful, and the smile in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Ding Zhenyan was stunned when he heard it.

Originally, he just thought Uncle Zhang's handwriting was good-looking, but he didn't know what was so good.

After Feng Yin said this, the young man instantly understood that the character in front of him was a rare good calligraphy.

As for the content, it's not particularly important.

Feng Yin's words showed her good knowledge.

The young man's respect for her couldn't help but increase a little, and he unconsciously looked at her with a bit of admiration in his eyes.

"Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang are both seniors that the little nephew admires."

After Ding Zhencai was stunned for a short time, he hurriedly clenched his fists, "Today's little nephew is a long insight." ”

"Alright, it's just a covenant."

Zhang Yiming didn't bother to say more to the kid, "Look at it, it's no problem, just sign their names and press their handprints." ”

It is rare to be praised by Feng Yin, he wants to spend more time alone with his wife, or send people away as soon as possible to have more opportunities.

Ding Zhenyi didn't know Zhang Yiming's true intentions, and he didn't delay, so he hurriedly picked up the two contracts and read them carefully.

After confirming that it was correct, he said: "The little nephew has no opinion on this, uncle, do you think this contract should be in duplicate?" ”

"Wait."

Zhang Yiming did not hesitate, picked up the pen and put on the ink that had not yet dried, and quickly wrote two identical contracts.

"It's okay, let's sign it."

After writing, Zhang Yiming handed the brush to Ding Zhencai.

Feng Yin reminded: "There is no ink at home, you see ......"

Zhang Yiming: "What's so difficult about this? Today, instead of slaughtering chickens and fish at home, it's good to get some blood as mud. ”

Feng Yin: "......" You really will save trouble.

But it was a good idea, so he got up and said, "I'll get it for you." ”

Zhang Yiming corrected: "It's for us, don't forget, the recipe was given by you, so you have to sign the contract with Yaxianju." ”

Feng Yin turned around and threw him a hygienic eye, and walked out of the main house quickly.

Behind him, Zhang Yiming hooked the corners of his lips in a very good mood, looked at the name signed by Ding Zhencai, and couldn't help but say with disgust: "Just a few words, it's really ugly." ”