"Uncle, aunt, hello."

Seeing Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming coming out of the room, Ding Zhenfang hurriedly got up and saluted respectfully.

And said obediently and pleasantly: "It's the fault of the little nephew who disturbed your rest so early." ”

Zhang Yiming: "......" knows that he will be disturbed if he comes early, but you kid still come so early?

He didn't speak, only nodded coldly, which was a response to the boy.

Feng Yin was speechless and half-laughed: "You stinky boy, since you know that you will be disturbed if you come too early, why do you come so early?" ”

Ding Zhenyan: "......" Aunt said this, how can I take it?

However, seeing the confident and flamboyant Feng Yin in the memory in front of him, the young man couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

With a smile on his face, he replied, "But the little nephew can't wait to try the new delicacy made by my aunt." ”

"That day in the restaurant, I smelled the kind of dish with a special fragrance made by my aunt, and my little nephew has been thinking about it."

"It's just that there have been a lot of things in the restaurant recently, so I have time to come to my aunt's house today."

Feng Yin couldn't help but smile when he saw him as a foodie: "What's delicious in the morning?" ”

"If you have time, stay for lunch, and then your aunt and your two sisters-in-law can make you the delicious food of that day."

"Okay."

Ding Zhenyu seemed to be waiting for this, and promised not to mention how refreshing it was.

Feng Yin: "......" inexplicably feels like being tricked.

Zhang Yiming: "......" seems to be indispensable for foodies in any era.

Ding Zhencai saw that their husband and wife were speechless, and hurriedly changed the topic.

looked at Feng Yin in amazement, and said in an exaggerated tone: "Auntie, what kind of elixir is this?" ”

"How do you feel, little nephew, I haven't seen you for more than ten days, and your appearance seems to be several years younger."

Feng Yin, who saw her in her own restaurant that day, was humble and cowardly, full of the appearance of a country woman who had never seen the world.

That kind of Feng Yin really doesn't match the confident, calm, and uninhibited woman in Ding Zhencai's memory.

This worries the teenager too much.

He didn't know what happened to Feng Yin, which made her so timid and cowardly, and she didn't dare to speak loudly.

Now I see that Feng Yin has not only recovered the decisive and sassy image in his memory, but also looks too good to speak.

This made the young man inevitably wonder if the woman he saw last time in Yaxianju, Yuhe County, was not the same person as the current one?

Feng Yin smiled: "You kid's mouth, don't you go out after wiping honey every day." ”

"Why is it so sweet, you say that your aunt takes it seriously."

Ding Zhenyu: "What the little nephew said came from the bottom of his heart, of course it is true." ”

Zhang Yiming glanced at Ding Zhencai with disgust, and said lightly: "It's just a flamboyant tongue." ”

The smile on Feng Yin's face froze, and she turned her head to look at the man next to her calmly: "What do you mean, I'm not a few years younger?" ”

Ding Zhenyi also looked at Zhang Yiming dissatisfied, with many thoughts turning in his mind:

Could it be that the reason why the aunt of the day became like that was to save face for Uncle Zhang?

The face of a scholar is more important than everything!

Thinking of this, the young man looked at Zhang Yiming with something not very friendly in his eyes.

Zhang Yiming ignored Ding Zhenyi's scrutinizing gaze.

But he had to answer Feng Yin's fatal question seriously.

Under the woman's threatening gaze, the man hurriedly flattered Feng and said, "I mean, you are not only a few years younger, but at least ten years younger." ”

Feng Yin: "......" shameless.

Although Zhang Yiming didn't know what she thought in her heart, he could probably guess something by looking at her expression.

But, for him: what is the face? In front of the daughter-in-law's mood, the face can be completely discarded.