"Okay, Master, you guys talk first, I still have work in the kitchen."

As he said goodbye, he pulled Zhang Jingyu, who was about to enter the house, left the main house and whispered: "Yuer and mother come here and bring some pastries to your master."

"Okay mom."

Zhang Jingyu listened to his mother's words and followed her into the kitchen.

Feng Yin came to the cupboard, put a plate of millet crisps made by himself in the morning, and handed them to Zhang Jingyu.

He also reminded: "Before you go in, bring your second brother, fourth brother and sister, and come out again when you see a greeting with your master."

Zhang Jingyu looked at his mother's serious gaze and nodded instinctively: "Mom, Yu'er understands."

Feng Yin continued to be busy in the kitchen as she watched the child leave the kitchen.

Feng Yin didn't make any special dishes, they were all common modern dishes combined with Dahechao's existing dishes and made several relatively special dishes.

...

Before afternoon, Master Song left the Zhang family with a satisfied smile.

Before leaving, I also praised the Zhang family’s food and pastries today, and the tone was indescribable.

The name of Feng Yin has also changed from the wife of the Zhang family to the younger brother and sister, and the name of several younger generations has also changed from the first name of the Zhang family's young master to the eldest nephew and niece.

This shows how satisfied and happy Mr. Song was this visit.

After seeing off Master Song, Feng Yin returned to the main house and saw Zhang Yiming moving with a distorted face.

"Don't move around."

Feng Yin hurried forward, took off her shoes and went to the kang to support him, "If there is another mistake, you have no place to cry."

Zhang Yiming looked at the unconcealed concern on her face, but he smiled silently.

But he said, "Feng Yin, I regret it."

"What do you regret? Regret to meet me?"

Feng Yin only cared about helping her lie down, but did not pay attention to the expression on his face, and replied casually.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhang Yiming was so amused that he couldn't scold her, "I said I regret falling, which made me lie on the kang for a long time."

Feng Yin covered him with a quilt and looked at him squintly: "Are you content?"

"Sister wants to lie down for a few days without a chance. Please don't take this to swear to me."

Zhang Yiming: "Push, push, push, push... don't talk nonsense."

"If you want to rest, just rest. Don't say lying for a few days. I don't like to listen to this."

Feng Yin looked at his serious face in an instant and curled her lips quietly: "Okay, I won't say it."

His eyes rolled and he looked at him curiously: "By the way, what did you say to Master Song? How did you make him excited like that?"

Zhang Yiming's expression was calm: "It's nothing, I just discussed the knowledge with him."

Feng Yin: "It's that simple?"

Zhang Yiming: "Or what else do you think?"

"But I saw incredible and deep pride in the boss's expression."

Feng Yin was not satisfied with his answer and said the information he observed, "Don't tell me, the boss is also impressed by your knowledge."

"That boy was convinced by the man surnamed Song in a few words and admired me."

Zhang Yiming touched his nose with a smile, "After that he and the second and fourth brother became Master Song's students."

Feng Yin listened to the man Yun Danfengqing's answer, and his scalp was numb for no reason: "How much knowledge have you mastered?"

"I told you."

Zhang Yiming answered lightly, "I have studied historical articles for five or six thousand years for so many years. Do you think it's in vain?"
Chapter completed!