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

Chapter 687 Suction (please support
After Feng Yin and his wife finished washing, they left the courtyard with their three children.

Well, you read that right, there are three children, and the other is Hu who is also used to getting up early for training.

While Feng Yin and his wife were washing, she also came out yawning.

"Hello, two masters, senior sister, senior sister-in-law, and senior sisters."

Just after leaving the hospital, I happened to meet Xuan Junru who came to supervise Huishu and the others' training.

Wearing the loose practice clothes specially designed by Feng Yin in Fucheng, several people ran into the jungle in front of the village before everyone in the village got up.

……

"Auntie, my nephew is here again."

Not long after breakfast, Ding Zhenyao's sunny voice came from outside the courtyard again.

Feng Yin, who was arranging lunch in the kitchen, heard the sound, and walked out while wiping her hands.

Today the gate of Zhang's courtyard is open, so when Feng Yin came out, Ding Zhenyao's master and servant had already entered the courtyard.

"Hello, Uncle Zhang, Brother Qiubai, Brother Xinghe, Brother Jingyu, Brother Jifan, hello everyone."

The young man smiled all over his face and greeted his father and son.

The few people who were slaughtering chickens and ducks in the courtyard heard the voice, and looked sideways with a quick movement.

Zhang Yiming hummed lightly, turned his gaze away and continued with the work at hand.

The four Zhang Qiubai brothers came forward to greet them equally warmly: "Ah, Brother Zhen Yao is here, hurry up, come in and sit down."

"Liuzi, unload the carriage and take the horse to the backyard to feed the hay."

"Come here, why do you still take so many things?"

Ding Zhenyao said with a smile, "This is not my little niece Man Yue, an uncle like me can't come here empty-handed."

As he said that, he sniffed and looked at Feng Yin: "Ah, auntie, what delicious food did you cook today, my nephew can already smell the aroma."

"The foodie's nose is really smart."

Hearing this, Zhang Yiming couldn't help complaining, "Yinyin, the chicken and duck are ready, what do you think we need to do?"

Feng Yin looked at the man who was grabbing her attention with Ding Zhenyao with a funny face: "Let's put it there, wash it in a while and put it in the brine to get it out."

"Auntie, there is lo-mei here today."

Ding Zhenyao can always blend in between the couple's conversations, "My nephew likes to eat your home-made lo-mei the most."

"Isn't there one in your house?"

Zhang Yiming disliked this kid more and more. Every time he came to the house, he had to compete with him for Yinyin's attention. It was too blind to see.

"Uncle, my nephew's home somehow doesn't taste as good as my aunt's."

When Ding Zhenyao spoke, his mouth was full of saliva, and everyone present could hear it, "In the past, my nephew also thought that the lo mei of our two families are the same."

"But I found out after eating at your house yesterday that it's not the case at all. Suck it up, hehehe."

The young man's appearance made Feng Yin's family laugh out loud.

From the first time she saw this boy, Feng Yin knew that he was a big foodie.

I didn't see that most of the bowl of lo mei she brought with her at that time went into the child's stomach.

Seeing him drooling as he spoke, Feng Yin was not surprised at all.

"Yo, what are you so happy about?"

At this time, Mrs. Xu Li, who came to help, heard the laughter coming from Zhang's courtyard from a distance, and couldn't help asking.

Feng Yin greeted her with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I just saw our little boss sniffing at the scent wafting from my kitchen, everyone thinks it's funny."

"Hahaha……"

When Xu Li heard this was the case, she also laughed: "Oh, Young Master, your family has no shortage of delicious food, why are you still in this country like this?"

"You don't understand this."

When Ding Zhenyao saw an outsider coming, he restrained his words and actions, "This is a good thing, the taste is quite different when you eat it and smell it."

　I wish the babies fly at six!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)