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

Chapter 277 Feng Yin continues to play the ignorant woman

It was lunch time at this moment, and Yaxianju was full of guests.

Supported by Tang Jiu at this moment, Zhang Yiming led the two colleagues into the lobby.

"Hey, how many guest officers are you?"

A young waiter shook the white handkerchief on his shoulders and greeted him warmly, "There is Yashe upstairs, please come upstairs."

Zhang Yiming: "Second brother, give us a bigger elegant house, we are a bit too crowded today."

But there are not many people, ten people are small.

"Okay, sir, please go upstairs."

As soon as Xiaoer heard Zhang Yiming's words, his expression was a little more respectful than before, "The Zizhu Pavilion upstairs is just a big elegant house."

Yes, since Fengyin and Yaxianju partnered, I have given them some constructive suggestions.

Changed the elegant houses like Tiandi Xuanhuang into more poetic fonts full of cultural atmosphere such as plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

"I have long heard that Yaxianju Yashe has changed its name, and I am finally lucky enough to meet you today."

Song Ruren showed joy on his face, "Brother Yiming, brother is thanks to you."

"Who said no?"

Qiao Jingchen agreed with a smile, "Dining at Yaxianju is the most prestigious thing in Yuhe County, and I'm lucky to come here today."

Even though the two wives are from scholarly families in the city, their income is not only supporting a family, but also having various human relationships.

Normally, I never dared to enter such a high-class place as Yaxianju.

Even if you come here once in a while, you can just make do in the lobby downstairs.

Going upstairs to the elegant house, today is still a rare time.

Zhang Yiming: "Hey, don't talk about these two old brothers. Everyone is eating and drinking well today. Although my brother is not very promising, he can still pay for a meal."

During the conversation, several people have already entered the Zizhu residence one after another.

"This... this arrangement is really elegant."

When Song Ruren entered the door and saw the elegant and exquisite Zizhu Pavilion in front of him, he was so excited that he could hardly speak.

Qiao Jingchen is even more poetic: "With friends Zizhu Pavilion, the elegant bamboo fragrance comes. How can there be guests and guests, this feeling is sent to bamboo."

"Haha, brother Jing Chen is very talented."

Song Ruren clapped his hands and applauded, "Brother, I am too late."

"Brother Jingchen Zhuyu is in front today, but my younger brother also wants to make a fool of himself."

"Please."

Seeing this, Qiao Jingchen made a gesture of invitation with a smile, and looked at today's host Zhang Yiming, "Is Brother Yiming interested in this, let's write poems and lyrics."

Zhang Yiming looked stiff, but said modestly with a smile in his eyes: "I will learn from the two brothers first."

"I'll try again after Brother Confucian finished reciting it. If it's not good enough, please don't make fun of me."

When Feng Yin came in with her four sons, she heard the three masters hanging the book bags and pulling the words.

She smiled politely at Song Ruren and Qiao Jingchen, then turned and sat in the corner.

Among the four sons, except for Zhang Jifan, the other three tried their best to join in, obviously trying to grab attention in the eyes of the two masters and their father.

Tang Jiu couldn't understand what they were saying, and was about to turn around and leave.

But was stopped by Feng Yin: "Since they are all in, don't go out, you go to the carriage and help me bring in the things I put in in the morning."

"I want to cook some decent dishes for everyone."

Tang Jiu got the order and hurried to do it.

Feng Yin met Zhang Yiming's eyes, got up and went out.

Zhang Jifan hurriedly followed: "Mother, what can Fan'er do for you?"

Feng Yin stopped and looked at him: "You stay here and learn how to cook with your father and others, mother can ask the people from the restaurant to help with cooking."

Zhang Jifan scratched his head, always felt that his mother was a little weird at this time, but he couldn't tell.

(End of this chapter)