Zhang Yiming looked at her with a smile: "I still like your temperament." ”

Feng Yin sneered at him: "Don't be poor, no matter how good you say, it's useless." ”

As he spoke, he made a bookmark and put it in the place where the man had just read, and put the book away.

Zhang Yiming was pitiful: "I'm not bored, and you don't come back to accompany me, so you can only pass the time with books." ”

Feng Yin rolled her eyes very unimpressively: "......" This man never forgets to tease her.

She put her things away and discussed something else with him: "By the way, I'm curious about one thing." ”

"What?"

Zhang Yiming looked at her puzzled, "Is there anything else you don't understand?" ”

"I'm not omnipotent."

Feng Yin glanced at him with disgust, and then said: "I'm curious, about our child's apprenticeship, why did Master Qiao get involved again?" ”

"Before, we asked Master Song to come home to discuss this matter, but I don't believe he doesn't know our intentions."

"He hasn't reacted for so long, why did he change his mind just when it was time to have a meal today?"

Her words made the corners of Zhang Yiming's lips raise a shallow smile.

Seeing this, Feng Yin couldn't help blinking her eyes and asked, "Your smile...... Isn't it related to you again? ”

"Hurry up, what's going on?"

Zhang Yiming smiled dumbly: "When you went downstairs to cook, weren't we doing a poetry paper?" ”

Feng Yin looked at his smile and laughed along: "It won't be another colleague who was conquered by you, right?" ”

Zhang Yiming smiled lightly, as if it was natural for him to be able to conquer his colleagues: "Remove the word 'bar'." ”

"Aren't you going to take out the classics from your previous life that are thousands of years old?"

Feng Yin looked at him speechlessly, "Wouldn't this be too bullying?" ”

"You're wrong."

Zhang Yiming was misunderstood, and he still had to defend himself, "In the face of them, those classics are far from needed." ”

"Yo, what do you mean, I'm also a master of poetry and articles?"

Feng Yin was stunned by what he said, and then laughed again, "Then when will I have the honor to see it?" ”

"As long as you like, I promise to write it for you."

Zhang Yiming agreed very happily, "I can't do it every day, one article a month, what do you think?" ”

Feng Yin: "......" is difficult to tease.

She smiled and didn't reply to him, and decisively changed the topic again: "By the way, the names of the dung eggs, do you have eyebrows?" ”

Seeing that she didn't answer positively, Zhang Yiming looked at her accusatory: "You are more concerned about other people's affairs than about me." ”

Feng Yin squinted at him: "Do you really want to compare yourself with those children?" ”

"No, no, no."

Zhang Yiming looked at her expression and was instantly defeated, "By the way, do you know the surnames of those children?" ”

Feng Yin: "The dung egg brother is surnamed Hong, the mud is surnamed Liu, the Da Mao brother is surnamed Zhou, and the dung fork is surnamed Fu." ”

"The lady remembers it so clearly."

After listening to her words, Zhang Yiming couldn't help but say sourly, "I don't know if the lady remembers her husband's birthday?" ”

Feng Yin was speechless: "...... It's your birthday in June, and it's only March now, isn't it early for your birthday? ”

Zhang Yiming didn't speak, just looked at him.

Feng Yin was helpless: "Okay, I'll prepare a gift for you, why are you looking at me like this?" ”

"It's reassuring to have a lady as a husband."

Zhang Yiming smiled instantly, "That's what I'm looking forward to." ”

Feng Yin was speechless again, didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and prepared to leave: "You think slowly, I'll go and ask the boss to help you get water and wash." ”