Feng Yin's mother and son sat down, and Ding Zhenyi poured tea himself.

Behind, the young man who had just led their mother and son in was telling them to buy: "Hurry up, weigh carefully, Mrs. Zhang and the two Zhang Gongzi are still waiting." ”

Feng Yin didn't feel anything like this, but Zhang Qiubai and Zhang Xinghe were a little embarrassed.

In the eyes of the two brothers, they are just ordinary country boys, and they are really embarrassed to be called 'son' like this.

Feng Yin ignored the embarrassment of the two sons, but took out a folded piece of paper from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Ding Zhencai, and said lightly:

"This is a meeting gift from my aunt, take a look at the delicacies first, do you like it?"

"Haha, as long as it's sent by my aunt, I like the food."

Ding Zhenyan took the paper handed by Feng Yin with both hands, laughed heartily and opened it carefully.

When he opened it, he realized that he was holding not only one piece of paper, but three neatly cut sheets of paper.

It was full of handwriting.

At first, the young man was very casual with the things in his hands, but when he looked at him, his face became solemn.

The longer it passed, the smile on that childish face slowly converged, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Even the hands holding the paper trembled slightly with the change in their hearts.

Feng Yin can fully understand the image of the young man.

No one knows better than she how much value this thing will create.

But when the Zhang Qiubai brothers saw such Ding Zhendelicacies, they were so nervous in their hearts.

They didn't know what their mother had given Ding Zhen.

I am afraid that my mother, a country woman, will not understand the preferences of Ding Zhenyan and these sons, and will take something to trick others, which will make this little proprietor angry.

But although the brothers were nervous, they did not dare to back down.

Instead, he moved his body quietly, keeping Feng Yin in the middle, ready to escort his mother away.

Although Feng Yin's eyes fell on Ding Zhencai, the corner of her eyes always fell on her son.

Seeing them like this at this moment, Feng Yin's reaction to the two cheap sons inexplicably gave birth to a trace of warmth.

No matter what they think in their hearts at the moment, at this time, they can think of standing in front of her, the mother, to protect her, and she will accept this love.

But he didn't remind his son not to worry, he just smiled and waited quietly for Ding Zhencai to finish reading the gift he gave.

And Ding Zhenyan's side, when he saw the gift given by Feng Yin, his little heart set off a storm.

"Gollum."

The boy swallowed hard, then carefully folded the paper in his hand neatly and squeezed it tightly in his hand.

Raising his eyes, he looked at Feng Yin seriously and firmly, and there was a little more reverence in his tone: "Auntie, are you serious?" ”

Feng Yin still smiled lightly: "Everything is in your hands, what do you think?" ”

Ding Zhenyan was so excited that he was about to fly, but his face tried to stay calm.

But the childish face that was obviously trendy/red had already betrayed his mood at the moment.

It's no wonder that yesterday my father heard that his aunt would prepare a meeting gift for himself, and he abandoned even the most basic courtesy.

As for this meeting gift in his hand, he really won't change it.

From this point of view, yesterday's father's meeting gift to the two brothers and the elder sister was particularly childish.

The boy took a deep breath, got up from his seat, and carefully arranged his clothes.

Only then did he clench his fists and salute ninety degrees: "Auntie is above, please accept the food." ”

Feng Yin was very calm and smiled at the young man's bow: "You have to come on, my aunt is optimistic about you." ”