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

Chapter 96 Who Is She Really?

Feng Yin scooped up the soup spoon, inspected it carefully, and found that there was no trace of human tampering in the bag of marinade, and felt better.

It seems that the Hu family has not found a chance to do it yet.

If not, then the Hu family really couldn't stay.

Feng Yin couldn't help being a little rejoicing: Fortunately, there are a group of children who haven't experienced much in the world around her, otherwise she wouldn't be so easy to discover the clues.

When the situation got really serious, I found out that even if Hu was driven back to her mother's house and broke up with the second child by the way, it would be difficult to make up for the loss.

Even if Feng Yin is confident that others can't make the same sauce, she doesn't want this to happen.

Reining in her mind, she put the stew back into the soup, but she took out the spoon.

Only then did he pick up the freshly boiled eggs from the pot, and walked towards the main room with the steamed buns.

"mother."

When he entered the room, he saw the young couple Zhang Xinghe looking at him pitifully.

Feng Yin put down the things in her hands, looked at the young couple whose foreheads were still oozing blood, and asked indifferently: "What? Did your father let you go?"

"Mother, father asked me and Mrs. Hu to copy the classics of filial piety a hundred times each."

Zhang Xinghe whispered about the punishment he received, and wanted his mother to see that the family had no papers, and asked his father to change the punishment.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yin said casually: "Well, your father has a better way. Then copy it."

"Mother~"

Hu's voice trembled when she heard her mother-in-law's words, "But it takes a lot of money to buy paper."

Inexplicably, she suddenly missed the time when her mother-in-law chased and beat her with a broom, and missed her mother-in-law's harsh and harsh scolding voice.

But this copying of the filial piety scriptures made Hu really want to die.

If it wasn't for the fact that he only had this chance to reform himself, Mrs. Hu really wanted to die.

Feng Yin glanced at the young couple indifferently, and said calmly: "It's okay, let your elder brother help each of you make a sand table later, and you can write in the sand table."

"After writing, let your father confirm that it is correct, and then smooth out the rest. I believe you can write it. Come on, my mother is optimistic about you."

Zhang Xinghe: "..."

Hu Shi: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Feng Yin observed their reactions silently, amused in her heart:

Hmph, if you have the energy and thought to plot against my old lady, you will have to suffer a lot. Let's see if you dare to eat inside and outside?

Zhang Qiubai, his wife and Zhang Huishu couldn't help being secretly shocked when they learned of the content of the young couple's punishment.

Especially the way my mother thought of, that is, to achieve the desired purpose without spending money on paper, pen and ink research, which is really very wise.

In the back room, Zhang Yiming was originally thinking about how many faces his wife had, when he suddenly heard the conversation between the mother and son in the main room, his eyes narrowed again.

He muttered to himself: This woman is definitely not the original wife.

Who is she?from where?When did you change it?
Through these three questions of the soul, one can see how shocked Zhang Yiming is in his mood at the moment.

"Father, it's breakfast."

While he was thinking, the boss' voice woke him up.

Zhang Yiming didn't open his eyes immediately, but moved his body with difficulty, trying to get up by himself.

In the end, it was because I had just sat outside for too long that my body couldn't bear it and failed.

"Father, don't move, my son will help you up."

Zhang Qiubai quickly put down the things in his hands, and Zhang Xinghe, who was following behind, also hurriedly stepped forward and put down the vegetable bowl.

The two brothers hurriedly got on the kang to support Zhang Yiming, let him sit up, and took a pillow to cushion his waist.

Zhang Xinghe asked flatteringly: "Father, how do you feel now? Are you better?"

　One more update, I hope that the little cuties can continue to support, so that this book can go up in the new book list.I love you all~
　　
　
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