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

Chapter 853
"Little...little four."

Feng Quan looked at the person in front of him and smiled like a child, even a little dick.

He only heard Zhang Yiming call out Zhang Yiming's nickname inarticulately, then he laughed and said proudly: "Uncle...uncle told you, uncle...uncle did it."

"Hahaha...Uncle really...did it. Haha...hehe..."

Zhang Yiming endured the uncle's smell of alcohol, handed the tea to him, and said succinctly, "Drink it."

"Little...Little Si'er, don't think...that uncle is drunk."

"Uncle just... pretended to be drunk just to...to get away."

"Uncle... Uncle can... still drink."

While talking, Feng Quan stretched out his hand to pick up the cup of tea with a wobbly figure, slurring his words, "I... Let me tell you, Uncle has a lot of alcohol—a lot."

Zhang Yiming frowned and looked at the drunk man: "If you drink too much, keep drinking."

Since Feng Quan entered Zhang's house, it was the first time Feng Yin saw him lose his composure.

Interesting and a little helpless.

To be honest, Feng Yin really doesn't like to see others drunk.

Such a drunk really subverts the three views of people.

Xu Shi heard Zhang Yiming's provocative words clearly, and Feng Quan's shaking body stabilized instantly.

He grabbed the cup of tea, raised his neck and poured it into his mouth.

"Well, good wine."

Feng Quan drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, gave a big drink, passed the cup forward, and said boldly, "One more cup."

"Pfft!"

Seeing this, Feng Yin couldn't help laughing.

But he still reached out to take the cup and poured tea for him again.

Feng Quan drank several cups before falling into a deep sleep.

Zhang Yiming put him on the low couch without a word, and said to Fengyin: "Yinyin, you go first, I'll watch him here."

"Okay, I need you to shout for something."

Feng Yin really didn't have time to stay here, after all, there are still many things that she needs to teach in the sister workshop.

"Do not worry."

Zhang Yiming nodded, and watched her go to the sister workshop through the exclusive passage upstairs, his eyes were full of tenderness and doting.

It wasn't until Feng Yin's figure disappeared for a long time that he looked back at the clan uncle who was sleeping soundly beside him.

A look of determination flashed in his eyes.

In any case, he would never feed a bunch of hungry bastards with the wealth his wife earned.

……

Feng Quan slept until noon the next day.

Recalling what happened when he was sent back to the basic department store in his mind, the prodigal son was a little embarrassed.

When the servants of the Zhang family invited him out for lunch, they were still a little shy.

Fortunately, everything that should be done yesterday was done.

He picked up the Zhang family tree that he got from Zhang Yiming yesterday, looked at his new name that appeared on one of the columns, hesitated and went to the restaurant.

"Uncle Quan is here, come and have lunch."

Seeing Feng Quan approaching, Feng Yin didn't say anything, and directly called him over to sit down and have a meal, "My niece asked the kitchen to cook crucian carp soup, it's good for your stomach, drink it quickly."

While speaking, she skillfully filled a bowl of soup and placed it where Feng Quan usually sat.

Zhang Yiming looked at him jokingly: "Did you enjoy the wine yesterday?"

Feng Quan, ah no, it should be Zhang Zhenquan now.

Zhang Zhenquan looked at Zhang Yiming helplessly: "I said you boy, how do you talk to uncle?"

Zhang Yiming: "Uncle, don't forget, I am the head of the Zhang family. If you want to live comfortably in this family, put away your airs."

"I said, why do you two pinch each other when you meet?"

Feng Yin looked at the two big men speechlessly, and stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Yiming's sleeve, "Okay, okay, it's time for dinner, don't talk about what you have."

(End of this chapter)