Feng Yin and his wife watched the master and servant leave, then turned back to the house.

She couldn't help but sigh: "Fortunately, in order not to have conflicts between Yu'er and Fan'er, she had a plate of kangs, and now it's just for them to use for their master and servant."

Zhang Yiming reached out and held her, "Even if there weren't two more kangs on the other side, if they wanted to stay today, can we still drive people out?"

Feng Yin: "...Is that true. Even if you are on the floor, you have to arrange the people."

"Okay, I'm tired for a day, hurry up and go to the kang to rest."

Zhang Yiming pulled her to the kang, "We don't need to worry about the children's affairs."

Feng Yin quickly spread the bedding of the two men, and yawned and got into the bed.

Zhang Yiming looked at the bedding that was pulled apart again and smiled bitterly.

It seems that the efforts of the past few days have not only failed to achieve the desired effect, but have been counterproductive.

The man said nothing, silently got into his bed and helped to blow out the oil lamp.

In the darkness, Feng Yin raised the corners of her lips slightly, and then said, "I see that you have been moving too quickly recently. How is your injury? Will it still hurt?"

Zhang Yiming: "As long as there is no big move, it's completely fine."

"We will celebrate Jifan's birthday for two days, let's celebrate him."

Feng Yin turned over and faced the man's direction, "That child has experienced so much, and it is rare to live a stable life."

"Okay."

Zhang Yiming had no objection to this and agreed readily, "I will draw a family portrait of Zhang at that time as a souvenir for us to come."

“This is a good idea.”

Feng Yin's eyes lit up and she said happily, "I will do this every good day in the future. When we get old, we can still take it out and recall it."

Zhang Yiming: "What about you? What about you? Do something to commemorate this day?"

"I..."

Feng Yin pondered for a while, "Fry a few delicious dishes at most, so you, father and son, have a good time."

"What kind of memory is this?"

Zhang Yiming was obviously not satisfied with her answer, "You must stay and take out what you will tell your descendants in decades."

“This is a bit high.”

Feng Yin turned over and lay flat on the kang, blinking at the dark roof, "I can't draw, cut paper, and even calligraphy."

The key is that her amateur calligraphy is not good at all.

"Be your best."

Zhang Yiming reminded, "For example, embroidery, etc., I remember you know how to embroider."

"I don't know how to do it, I'm impatient and don't want to do it."

Feng Yin denied Sanlian, "It would be easier for me to write big words a few times."

"Puff."

Zhang Yiming was amused by her fierce reaction, "Then what have you ever embroidered in the future? Could it be that you still need someone to help?"

"How do you explain to friends who are familiar with you?"

Feng Yin curled her lips in the darkness: "What's there? I don't want to embroider, it doesn't mean I can't."

"If it really doesn't work, I will raise my daughter and daughter-in-law and let them help me in the future."

Speaking of this, she suddenly changed the topic: "By the way, do you have any self-protection methods?"

Zhang Yiming: "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

Feng Yin: "I just thought, our family may face a lot of trouble in the future. I hope everyone in the family will have at least a set of self-protection methods."

Zhang Yiming pondered: "I learned basic fighting in modern times, but I wonder if I can still use it now?"

"Why can't it be used?"

Feng Yin sneered disgusted, "As long as you are willing to practice, you can use it after practicing slowly."

"What about you? Apart from what you learned in childhood, are there any available self-protection methods?"
Chapter completed!