Feng Yin and his wife watched the master and servant leave, and then turned around and went back to the house.

She couldn't help but sigh: "Fortunately, in order to prevent Yu'er and Fan'er from having a conflict, they made an extra plate of kang, and now they are just freed up for their master and servant." ”

Zhang Yiming stretched out his hand and took her and said, "Even if there are two more kangs over there, if they want to stay today, can we still drive people out?" ”

Feng Yin: "...... It's also ha, even if you lay on the floor, you have to arrange people. ”

"Okay, tired for a day, hurry up and rest on the kang."

Zhang Yiming pulled her onto the kang, "We don't need to worry about the children's affairs. ”

Feng Yin quickly laid out the futon of the two, yawned and got into the bed.

Zhang Yiming looked at the futon that had been pulled apart from the distance, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

It seems that the efforts of the past few days have not only failed to have the desired effect, but have backfired.

The man didn't say anything, silently burrowed into his bed, and helped blow out the oil lamp.

In the dark, the corners of Feng Yin's lips raised slightly, and then said: "I see that you have been moving a lot more sharply recently, how are you hurting?" Does it still hurt? ”

Zhang Yiming: "As long as there is no big move, it will be completely fine." ”

"In two days, Xifan's birthday, let's help him celebrate."

Feng Yin turned over and faced the man's direction, "That kid has been through so much, it's rare to live a stable life." ”

"Okay."

Zhang Yiming had no opinion on this, and readily agreed, "At that time, I will draw a family photo as a souvenir of our wearing." ”

"That's a good idea."

Feng Yin's eyes lit up, and she said happily, "In the future, we will do this on every good day, and when we are old, we can take it out and reminisce." ”

Zhang Yiming: "What about you?" Do something to commemorate this day? ”

"I'm ......"

Feng Yin groaned, "At most, stir-fry a few delicious dishes, so that you father and son can have a good time." ”

"What kind of memorial is this?"

Zhang Yiming was obviously not satisfied with her answer, "If you can stay, you can come up with something to tell future generations in a few decades." ”

"That's a bit demanding."

Feng Yin turned over and lay flat on the kang, blinking at the black roof, "I don't know how to draw, I can't cut paper, and I can't calligraphy." ”

The key is that her amateur level of calligraphy can't be used at all.

"Do what you're good at."

Zhang Yiming prompted, "For example, embroidery and the like, I remember that you can embroider." ”

"I won't, I'm impatient, I don't want to do it."

Feng Yin denied the three links, "Let me play with needlework, it's easier to let me write a few big characters." ”

"Poof."

Zhang Yiming was amused by her fierce reaction, "Then what are you going to embroider in the future, do you have to find someone to help?" ”

"How will you explain to your friends who know you well?"

In the dark, Feng Yin pouted: "What is there?" I don't want to embroider, just because I can't. ”

"If it really doesn't work, I'll train my daughter and daughter-in-law, and let them help me in the future."

Speaking of this, she suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, do you have any means of self-preservation?" ”

Zhang Yiming: "Why do you suddenly ask this?" ”

Feng Yin: "I just thought, our family may face a lot of trouble in the future, I hope everyone in the family has at least one set of self-protection means." ”

Zhang Yiming groaned: "I learned basic martial arts in modern times, I wonder if I can still use it now?" ”

"Why can't it be used?"

Feng Yin sneered in disgust, "As long as you are willing to practice, you can use it slowly and practice it." ”

"What about you? In addition to the ones I learned as a child, what other means of self-protection are available? ”