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

Chapter 328 Cooperation Reached

"Listen to uncle, and my nephew listens to uncle."

Ding Zhenyao really doesn't care much about Yaxianju's share.

He believes that with the new recipes given by the Zhang family, Yaxianju will usher in a new round of money-making trends.

At present, what he cares about is the scented thing for brushing his teeth that is about to arrive.

With his sensitivity to the market, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of effect this thing will achieve once it comes out.

Seeing that Zhang Yiming had negotiated the deal in a few words, Feng Yin felt inexplicably that he, a business elite, had become a show again.

However, in the current dynasty, Zhang Yiming deliberately concealed the radiance of her body, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Zhang Yiming got up and said to Feng Yin: "Lady, come, grind ink for my husband, let's write down the contract."

Feng Yin glanced at him indifferently, but cooperated with him to grind ink.

Zhang Yiming prepared paper and pens, and when the ink in the inkstone reached its optimum level, he signaled Feng Yin to stop.

The man picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and wrote out the two contracts with a wave of his hand.

Looking at the words written by the man today, Feng Yin felt really pleasing to the eye.

Words of praise can't help but blurt out: "He is good at regular script, his strokes are smooth, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and his strokes are graceful, which shows that he is serious but not old-fashioned..."

It was only when the words came out that Feng Yin realized that she had overplayed herself.

She immediately shut up, looked at Zhang Yiming, then at Ding Zhenyao.

Zhang Yiming looked at her with a smile, his admiration for her was very rewarding, and the smile in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Ding Zhenyao was stunned when he heard that.

Originally, he just thought that Uncle Zhang's handwriting was beautiful, but he didn't know exactly what was so good about it.

After Jing Fengyin said this, the young man instantly understood that the calligraphy in front of him was rare and good calligraphy.

As for the content, it is not particularly important.

What Feng Yin said showed her excellent knowledge.

The young man couldn't help showing a little more respect for her, and looked at her unconsciously with a bit of admiration.

"Both Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang are seniors whom my nephew admires."

After Ding Zhenyao was stunned for a short while, he quickly cupped his fists and bowed, "My nephew has learned a lot today."

"Okay, it's just a contract."

Zhang Yiming was too lazy to talk to the boy, "Look, if there is no problem, each of you can sign your name and fingerprint."

It was rare to be praised by Feng Yin, he wanted to spend more time alone with his wife, and he should send her away earlier so that he would have more chances.

Ding Zhenyao didn't know what Zhang Yiming's real intention was, and didn't delay, so she quickly picked up the two contracts and read them carefully.

After confirming that it was correct, he said: "My nephew has no objection to this, uncle, do you think this contract should be in duplicate?"

"Wait."

Zhang Yiming didn't hesitate, picked up a pen and quickly wrote two identical contracts with the still ink.

"Okay, let's sign."

After writing, Zhang Yiming handed the brush to Ding Zhenyao.

Feng Yin reminded: "There is no ink pad at home, look..."

Zhang Yiming: "What's so difficult about this? We didn't slaughter chickens and fish at home today, so it would be nice to use some blood as ink pads."

Feng Yin: "..." You really save trouble.

But it was a good idea, so he stood up and said, "I'll get it for you."

Zhang Yiming corrected: "It's for us, don't forget, you gave the recipe, so you have to sign the contract with Yaxianju."

Feng Yin turned her head and threw Ji Sanyan at him, and quickly walked out of the main room.

Behind him, Zhang Yiming curled his lips in a great mood, looked at the name signed by Ding Zhenyao, and couldn't help saying with disgust: "It's just a few words, it's really ugly."

(End of this chapter)