After wearing the best mother-in-law, my way is wide

Chapter 230 Soap Soap Comes Out (Ten More)

Feng Yin smiled and nodded at Ding Zhenyao: "Since you are here, Auntie will not drive you out."

He turned around and said, "Come in."

Tang Jiu didn't dare to say anything because he had done something wrong, so he hurriedly unmounted the frame from the cow and got busy.

Ding Zhenyao asked the servant behind him to drive the carriage in.

Outside the Zhang family compound, early risers in the neighborhood saw the well-dressed young masters like Carriage and Ding Zhenyao, and they couldn't help looking this way curiously.

Someone next to him muttered: "Then why does the Zhang family have such relatives?"

"Hey, the Zhang family has lived here for so many years, when did you see relatives from his family?"

"Perhaps he was passing by. Seeing that Tang Jiu just came back with a bullock cart, why don't you drop by his house to ask for water?"

"It's also possible. I didn't see Zhang Feng's face turning towards Tang Jiu."

……

After experiencing Fengyin's incident with Zhao Wushi, the villagers respect her more than before.

Even if there was something, they didn't dare to discuss it in front of Feng Yin.

Feng Yin ignored everyone's discussion, seeing Ding Zhenyao and the others come in, she immediately ordered people to close the courtyard door tightly.

She brought Ding Zhenyao into the main room, and smiled politely: "Please sit down."

"Auntie."

Ding Zhenyao didn't dare to sit down immediately, but looked at her uneasily, "My nephew knows that I came here rashly, so it's a bit reckless."

"But you haven't delivered the goods for a long time, so there's nothing you can do about it, my nephew?"

Feng Yin looked up at him, with a faint smile on his lips, just looking at him without saying a word.

Ding Zhenyao's scalp was numb from the look, and she said with a sneer, "Auntie, can you stop looking at my nephew like this? Let me tell you clearly if you have something to say. My nephew is afraid of your eyes."

"If you have something to ask me, you won't let someone take a message?"

Feng Yin didn't care about his coquetry, and said quietly, "If you want to come to my house to recognize the family, you can also send a letter back first, and I will make arrangements according to the family's situation."

"It's my nephew's fault. Isn't my nephew anxious to see you? I have good news for you."

Ding Zhenyao had a good attitude of admitting his mistake, and by the way, he also explained the reason for his sudden visit, "Auntie, you don't want to know why my nephew came to visit?"

"Why else?"

Feng Yin couldn't bear to see his ecstatic look, "Isn't it just that something came out, and I came here specially to ask for credit?"

"It's true of you, it's just such a little thing. It took you so long to make it, and you're ashamed to have a hippie smile with your aunt."

"Oh, auntie, it's so easy for you to say that."

Ding Zhenyao looked back at the door, and then carefully observed the environment of the main room, then lowered her voice and said, "Auntie, do you know where we sell this thing?"

Feng Yin: "Then tell me, where can you sell it?"

As a village woman, Feng Yin couldn't act too monstrously, so she had to ask this question.

"Ouchi Imperial Palace."

Ding Zhenyao's voice was as low as a whisper, only Feng Yin could hear, "I was just waiting for this news, so I came here today to announce the good news."

Feng Yin's eyelids twitched slightly, and she stopped talking, motioning Ding Zhenyao to look at the table.

She quickly wrote with her fingers: "No one knows that I gave the prescription, right?"

If Feng Yin didn't mind if someone knew that Fang Zi came from her.

So now, after knowing that she may have a very sensitive background, she still wants to keep a low profile for the time being.

At least until she and Zhang Yiming became stronger, she didn't want to expose her life experience to some people.

Ding Zhenyao looked at the words she wrote, and was a little stunned: "What?"

Feng Yin: "..." No, I got used to writing and communicating with Zhang Yiming, but I actually wrote modern simplified characters.

She quickly waved her hand, re-wrote it in traditional characters, and stared at the boy seriously.

(End of this chapter)