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

Chapter 697 What happened in the blink of an eye

They are both degenerates from another world, so who can't understand the other?
Fortunately, they came here together, otherwise, the pressure would have been even greater.

"Yiming."

After crying silently for a while, Feng Yin finally regained her composure.

"Yinyin, I'm here."

Zhang Yiming responded to him softly, "It's okay, we will accompany each other in the days to come, it's only a few decades, it's just a blink of an eye."

Feng Yin sniffed, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

She hurriedly raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, then pursed her lips and looked up at him: "I'm asking you something."

"what?"

Zhang Yiming looked at her reddish eyes, held her face in his arms and kissed her, two vague words leaked from between his teeth.

Her red eyes were like thorns, which made the man feel distressed, and he didn't pay attention to what she said.

Only this action can express my mood at the moment.

Feng Yin closed her eyes slightly, feeling the pampering and love from the man.

His lips moved, but no words came out.

Seeing that she didn't talk anymore, Zhang Yiming stopped kissing her, and looked at her softly: "Why don't you talk?"

Facing his gentle and affectionate gaze, Feng Yin smiled suddenly.

This smile was so dazzling that Zhang Yiming's deep eyes were slightly squinted.

But before he could take any action, Feng Yin's words came to his ears: "Can you please copy those literary masterpieces we are familiar with?"

"It doesn't need to be widely circulated, as long as we want to, we can see it at any time."

Hearing her request, Zhang Yiming couldn't help but also laughed, and his tone was a little more relaxed: "The request of the beloved woman must be fulfilled even if you work hard for your husband."

Without waiting for Feng Yin to speak, he added: "What's more, with the Encyclopedia of Historiography of Myriad Worlds, I don't need to work hard, I just need to convert it into Dahe's characters."

Seeing the smile on the man's sunny and handsome face, Feng Yin was fascinated.

"Father, mother, breakfast is ready."

Zhang Jifan's voice and steady approaching footsteps came from outside.

The couple quickly let go of each other and quickly checked if there was anything wrong with each other.

After confirming that there was no abnormality, the two looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Zhang Yiming held her hand and said, "Let's go, the children are waiting for us to have breakfast."

"Ah."

Feng Yin didn't hold back any longer, and let him lead her freely, and went out facing the sound of footsteps.

Seeing this, Zhang Jifan, who was approaching the door, blushed immaturely, but turned his lower body obediently, lowered his eyelids slightly and said, "Father, mother, it's time for breakfast."

"Let's go, finish eating early and go to gather with the villagers."

Zhang Yiming nodded, and looked at the kid in front of him appreciatively, "Have Hong Yun and the others come here?"

Zhang Jifan: "Father, Hong Yun and the others have all gone back to their respective villages to participate in the Yang Sacrifice, and they don't have time to come here today."

Zhang Yiming suddenly said: "Oh, I forgot about this."

Feng Yin smiled softly to help you find love: "They are usually here every day, and it's normal if they don't think of this incident today."

Hearing what Feng Yin said, Zhang Jifan quickly nodded in agreement: "Mother is right, my son only thought of it after listening to Uncle Jiu."

The three of them quickly came to the kitchen while talking.

Seeing that everyone hadn't served the table yet, Zhang Yiming said, "Stop standing, sit down and eat, it's getting late."

Saying that, she looked at the little girl who was obediently standing aside: "Come on, Rou'er, today is your birthday, and dad has prepared a gift for you."

"Oh."

Minrou obviously didn't expect that her usually serious and rigid father would suddenly talk to herself first, and in a moment of impatience, she instinctively yelled.

(End of this chapter)