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

Chapter 353 Husband and wife together for the first time
Zhang Xinghe's tone was not kind: "If your natal family spoils my future, don't blame me for not being merciful to you."

Hu's body trembled slightly: "Xinghe, don't worry, I'm not a fool."

"Your future is the blessing of me and my children. How can I be ruined by others?"

This was what she had in mind. In the past, when her husband was farming at home, the women in the village would ridicule her and stab her with sarcastic remarks.

Now I heard that her husband is studying in the academy again, don't be too polite when we meet.

Hu's sympathy for this change of identity, therefore, she would not be so stupid as to let anyone ruin her man's future, even her natal family.

She has been married to Zhang's family for more than a year, and her parents are not willing to come and see her after she has given birth to a child. Why do I have to get involved with them?
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After waking up in the morning, Zhang Yiming urged Feng Yin to finish what she promised last night immediately before getting off the kang.

Feng Yin looked at him speechlessly: "I don't even have anything prepared, how can I draw for you, with my fingers?"

"You wait."

Zhang Yiming listened to her prompt, hurriedly got off the ground, and ran out in a hurry.

After a while, he hurried back with a piece of charcoal.

Feng Yin: "Where did you find it?"

Zhang Yiming took it for granted: "Isn't this easy to find in the kitchen?"

Feng Yin: "..." Well, she didn't ask.

He opened the kang table first, and after laying out the paper, he took the charcoal from the man's hand, and with a few strokes, he drew two exaggerated cartoon heads.

Handed it to the man standing on the ground eagerly: "Here, I invite a great talent to taste it."

Zhang Yiming took the paper with him and her in both hands, and looked at it carefully.

The more the man looked, the brighter his eyes became: "Is this what we look like in modern times?"

Feng Yin rolled her eyes angrily, looking at her dark hands: "What do you think?"

"So lovely."

Zhang Yiming looked at the portrait of the two in the same frame for the first time, and the more he looked at it, the more delighted he was, "This is mine now."

"what ever."

Speechlessly, she prepared to wash her hands on the ground, but was stopped by Zhang Yiming: "Wait, don't come down yet."

"what?"

Feng Yin stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

"I'll get you some hot water for a wash."

Zhang Yiming put down the drawing paper carefully, and Feng Yin realized that the man hadn't touched the drawing with the two fingers that had held the charcoal just now.

Therefore, the painting is still clean today.

Before Feng Yin could respond, the man turned around twice and left in a hurry.

Feng Yin was speechless with the man's agitated appearance, but his heart was warm.

Withdrawing his gaze, he admired the painting he had just drawn, and at the same time touched the little girl's forehead with clean hands.

After confirming that the child was fine, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, tucked the quilt up for the child and withdrew her hand.

Zhang Yiming brought back the hot water: "Come on, wash up."

Feng Yin looked at the charcoal black on his fingers, and asked casually, "Who is in the kitchen?"

"Both daughters-in-law and Huishu are here."

Zhang Yiming didn't think there was anything wrong, so he responded casually, "You wash it quickly."

Feng Yin was not hypocritical, and carefully washed the dirty things on her hands. As soon as she took them out, a clean handkerchief was handed over: "Wipe."

Feeling his care anytime and anywhere, Feng Yin couldn't help feeling warm in her heart: "Thank you!"

"Who are we? Why are you so polite?"

Zhang Yiming couldn't help laughing when he heard her thank you from the bottom of his heart, "I'll help you make some duck quills later, and then you can draw cartoons for your children."

"Okay."

Feng Yin paused for a moment, thinking that there were no geese in this place, that's why he said he made duck feather pens, so he readily agreed.

(End of this chapter)