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Chapter 163 The ritual sense of drinking a glass of wine

Feng Yin came to the door and happened to see her second daughter-in-law Hu walking carefully towards her with two bowls.

Mrs. Hu smiled when she saw her: "Mom, my daughter-in-law has boiled all the medicines for you and your father."

Seeing this, Feng Yin hurriedly came over and took a bowl: "Why don't you need something to support me? If there is a mistake, you won't waste money."

Her words did not make Hu angry, but instead smiled and said with a flattering smile: "Mom, my daughter-in-law has been hung in the water, it's not hot."

As he said that, he followed her into the room and placed the bowl on the small stove in the room.

He reminded: "This bowl is my mother's, and the bowl in my mother's hand is my father's. Mom, don't make it wrong."

"I got it, you go out and help your sister-in-law."

Feng Yin deliberately said with a stern face, "Don't just be lazy."

“Hey.”

Mrs. Hu agreed, then took out a small paper bag from her arms and put it on the head of the kang.

He explained with a red face: "Mom, the medicine is bitter. I went to the mountain to cut grass and chop wood to pick the fruits. You and Dad can just take the medicine after drinking it."

Where can I get the fruits of the sophomore February day?

Feng Yin looked at the dispersed packaging in confusion and found that it was actually two winter dates.

I think it was the fish that was not picked in winter that was picked back by this little woman.

"Don't do such a risky thing in the future."

Seeing this, Feng Yin reminded with a calm face, "If there is anything wrong, I have to spend money to solve the problem."

"I know, my daughter-in-law will pay attention in the future."

Listening to her mother-in-law's disgust, Hu lowered her head and turned around and left the main room under the shocked gaze of the couple.

Watching Mrs. Hu leave, Feng Yin couldn't help but gritted her teeth: "It's still a child. It's probably not easy to run into the jungle to find fruit in this cold weather."

"In modern times, it's still a junior high school student who acts coquettishly in his parents' arms."

Zhang Yiming couldn't help but sigh, "The evil ancient marriages are really harmful."

"I also said, isn't your original body the same?"

Feng Yin glanced at him disgustedly, "The boss of this family was also born by the original body at the age of fifteen."

"I am 33 years old in Hyundai. I went to school and work, and then traveled through time. I never had time to fall in love. I was a single golden beauty."

"I am 33 years old when I am here, I get married at the age of 14, and I have a baby at the age of 15..."

Without saying anything, she looked at the man in front of her with her eyes as she looked at the birds and beasts.

Zhang Yiming was uncomfortable when she saw him and said embarrassedly: "This is what the original body does, it has nothing to do with me."

"Didn't you say you took the blame for the original body?"

Feng Yin blinked his innocent eyes at him, his eyes full of the meaning of "You just have double standards."

"Well, madam, let's not talk about this."

Seeing that her eyes were full of contempt, the man quickly changed the topic: "Okay, okay, hurry up and take the medicine, the effect will be reduced if it is cold."

The "couple and wife" each held their own medicine bowls, held their breath and drank them with their eyes closed.

When they opened their eyes again, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Feng Yin laughed out loud and said happily in pain: "How come I have the illusion of drinking a glass of wine?"

"Puff... cough cough cough."

Zhang Yiming's frowning was originally bitter because of the medicine, but he could untie it with one word.

Feng Yin quickly reached out and patted his back: "Is it so funny?"

Zhang Yiming waved his hand, laughing and crying: "Your brainstorm."

"It's enough for you to drink such a bitter medicine."

Feng Yin: "I have been used to it since I was a child. Life is so hard. If I can't make fun of it, how boring will life be?"

While speaking, he took out malt sugar from the box and handed it over. At the same time, he reached out to hold the bowl Zhang Yiming had put down, and turned around and left the room.
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