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

Chapter 97 Confirmed It's Not Myself

Zhang Yiming endured the pain in his body, but waved his hands as if nothing had happened: "It's okay, it will be fine if you take care of it."

As he said that, Zhang Yiming looked at the cheap son who was setting the kang table.

Casually asked: "Boss, your mother hasn't been sick again in this period of time, has she?"

Zhang Qiubai didn't notice anything unusual about his father at all, he only thought he was chatting with him everyday.

So he replied casually: "Mother, it was the morning when you were injured, and when you came out of the latrine, your whole body was weak. The sons were worried and wanted to call a doctor, but mother called to stop you."

Zhang Qiubai told Zhang Yiming in detail what happened the morning Feng Yin came here.

Zhang Xinghe, who supported Zhang Yiming by the side, added a few words, and finally said: "Fortunately, my mother has become much stronger these days."

"No."

Zhang Qiubai responded, "It seems that Dr. Xiao's prescription is quite good, and I haven't seen my mother get sick again in the past two days."

Zhang Yiming closed his eyes, patiently listening to the words of the two cheap sons, and his brain quickly analyzed all possibilities.

"father."

Finding that his brother had finished speaking for a long time, but his father remained silent, Zhang Qiubai stopped his movements and looked at him.

Zhang Yiming opened his eyes and said: "Well, I see, when you go to the medical clinic for a follow-up visit tomorrow, you will supervise your mother and let Dr. Xiao take a look."

Zhang Qiubai: "My son knows, Dad, my son will feed you."

"No need, go eat by yourself, don't let the whole family wait for you."

Zhang Yiming waved his hand, "Just come in later and clean up."

"Father, please slow down, call out if you need anything, my son will listen to your situation at any time."

Brother Zhang Qiubai agreed, and moved the kang table to Zhang Yiming, then got off the kang, put on his cloth shoes and walked outside.

After the two cheap sons left, Zhang Yiming took a deep breath, leaned on the folded quilt, closed his eyes for a while, and then opened them again.

Reaching out for the bowl, he sipped the millet soup while biting the black-faced steamed bun.

But in my mind, I was thinking about who is that woman?

Of course, if the other party really wears the same clothes as himself, Zhang Yiming hopes that she is the woman he fell in love with on the plane.

But if not...

Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed unconsciously, and an inexplicable light burst out from within.

Brother Zhang Qiubai, who had already left the room, would never have imagined what terrible thoughts the father behind him would have.

The two brothers returned to the main room, and the family finished their breakfast carefully under the low pressure of Fengyin, and cleaned up the dishes.

Zhang Qiubai said: "Mother, since I won't wash the pigs into the water for the time being, my second brother and I will go to the mountain to chop some firewood and come back."

"Go, it happens that there are many places to use firewood at home now, and we really need to collect more."

Of course, Feng Yin would not object to reasonable suggestions, and looked at Zhang Xinghe, "Don't think that you can stop working if you copy the filial piety scriptures."

"And so are you."

While speaking, she looked at Mrs. Hu, and added indifferently, "The work needs to be done, and the filial piety scriptures must still be copied."

"Mother, my son (daughter-in-law) knows."

Zhang Xinghe and the young couple obediently agreed, then turned around and went to work separately.

Feng Yin entered the main room with two bowls of soup and medicine, and a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Husband, it's time to drink the medicine."

Zhang Yiming looked at her. Although the woman had a gentle smile on her face, there was always a thin layer of alienation in her eyes.

If you don't look carefully, you really can't see this.

He took a deep breath, and said gently: "It's hard work, lady, I don't know when it will heal from my husband's injury."

Feng Yin softly comforted her: "It's been a hundred days since you've hurt your muscles and bones, husband, don't worry, just take care of it carefully."

"If my husband is really bored, just flip through the book, it will always relieve your boredom."

"boring?"

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