Zhang Qiubai and Zhang Xinghe, who were stupid by Zhang Yiming's words, were suddenly stared at by a cold light, and the brothers were excited.

"Mother, how are you, are you okay?"

Zhang Qiubai took the lead in rushing to the side of the kang, reaching out to pat Feng Yin's back, but was frightened back by Zhang Yiming's slap of the knife.

"Mother, drink some water."

Zhang Xinghe poured out a bowl of water from the stove and handed it over, "Moisten your throat." ”

"Big brother and second brother, you are all bad boys."

Zhang Minrou only now reacted from what had just happened, and hurriedly got up, stretched out her soft little hand, and helped her father pat her mother's back.

But he looked at Zhang Qiubai and Zhang Xinghe angrily, and said something like an adult in a soft and glutinous voice: "Why do you always make your mother angry?" ”

"See what you've made your mother angry with? Don't hurry up and admit your mistakes to your mother! ”

Zhang Qiubai brothers: "......" is not my sister, what do you mean?

Thinking so, after Zhang Yiming took the water handed by the second child, the brothers still knelt down again: "Mother, it's the sons who are not good." ”

"Dad, we didn't regret it, let's carry Dad, take Brother Jifan to Lizheng's house, mother, don't be angry."

Feng Yin: "...... sister is really not angry with you this time.

But she couldn't say this, so she had to look at Zhang Yiming speechlessly.

The latter's eyes were full of shame, but there was a faint smile on his face: "Don't be angry, the sons, you know it's wrong, and you don't have to worry about them." ”

Feng Yin: "......" This guy is really good at seizing the opportunity to brush up her favor in front of her sons.

"Mother, it's the sons who are unfilial, don't be angry."

Sure enough, with Zhang Yiming's words, the eyes of the two sons were full of emotion, "In the future, my second brother and I will listen to you and my father." ”

"Yes, yes, father, mother, it's the sons who are not good."

Zhang Xinghe was even more moved, "My eldest brother and I will never make you and my father angry again, and we won't let you worry about us anymore." ”

"Alright, you guys hurry up and pack a stretcher, and spread it thicker."

Feng Yin couldn't stand the crying and crying of her sons, so she hurriedly waved her hand and asked them to prepare, "Lest your father go out and freeze." ”

"Oh yes."

Zhang Qiubai and the brothers hurriedly got up, glanced at Zhang Yiming cautiously, and then hurriedly withdrew.

Seeing the two sons leave, Feng Yin's cough eased a little.

She looked at Zhang Yiming with a smile in her eyebrows: "Don't think that Sister Xiaohui will appreciate this little favor." ”

Zhang Yiming pretended to be stupid: "What did the lady say, the husband just told the truth, and didn't do anything else." ”

"Okay, it's good to know."

Feng Yin looked at him amusedly, turned around and opened the box, and found a clean and brand-new cotton kaftan from inside, "Try wearing this today." ”

Zhang Yiming could see that this was a new one, and he hadn't had time to give it to him.

He smiled lightly: "Thank you lady, please help me change it for my husband." ”

Feng Yin: "Don't worry, wait for the next two sons to come back, let them help you." ”

Zhang Yiming's tone was relaxed: "It would be better if you could wear it with your own hands." ”

Feng Yin also pretended to be stupid: "This is what I did with my own hands, I don't believe you ask Rou'er, she watched me sew it with her own eyes." ”

Zhang Minrou saw that her mother was no longer coughing, and was turning around to accompany her nephew and niece, when she heard her mother calling herself.

When he turned around, he saw the new gown in Feng Yin's hand, and nodded hurriedly: "My mother sewed it for my father, and Rou'er also helped my mother thread needles." ”