Seeing Feng Yin hinting to him, Zhang Yiming politely said: "Treasures are intent."

Then he reached out to take it and carefully opened the box.

When Zhang Yiming saw the things inside clearly, his pupils condensed slightly, but he didn't pick up the things inside as soon as possible.

Instead, he covered the lid and handed it back: "This gift is too expensive, I can't accept it."

Feng Yin couldn't help but twitch when she heard Zhang Yiming calling herself an old man.

But in front of outsiders, she was unable to expose her inner complaints.

She didn't see clearly what was contained in the box, but since Zhang Yiming said that the thing was expensive, it was obviously not something she could accept.

Therefore, she hurriedly said to Ding Zhenyao: "Zhenyao, aunt said that our two families are in a cooperative relationship. If you give us too expensive gifts, you will be in a relationship with us."

"It's better to take it back quickly."

Ding Zhenyao saw them: "Oh, Auntie, look at what you said, what is this?"

The boy did not pick up the gift box handed back by Zhang Yiming, and said casually: "In my house, this thing was eaten by my father in the study, nothing was it."

"I heard that my nephew was coming to your house to visit, so my father asked me to take it over, and I reluctantly took it as a gift."

As he said this, he said in embarrassment: "If uncle and aunt dislike this gift, then nephew can only insult you with yellow and white things."

Feng Yin: "..." This kid is very eloquent.

Zhang Yiming: "..." The lonely ancient book that scholars are hard to find is worthless in this boy's mouth.

But what does this sound so nice?

The couple looked at each other and saw each other speechless.

At the same time, he also developed a favorable impression because of the teenager's behavior that obviously took care of their face.

Ding Zhenyao didn't pay attention to their little movements, and was still saying:

"Tell me the truth. I don't have a decent scholar in my family and I don't understand the true value of these books at all."

"Instead of letting it stay in my house and being put on a shelf as waste paper, it's better to use it to relieve my uncle's boredom."

Speaking of this, the young man looked at Zhang Yiming with a sincere face: "Uncle, you can reluctantly accept it."

"Otherwise, my nephew would be embarrassed to say that he had come to your house."

Feng Yin saw that the boy had said everything he said, and advised him at the right time: "Husband, since you have said everything, please accept it quickly and don't make things difficult for the child."

Zhang Yiming curled his lips and said, "I'm welcome, uncle, thank you Zhenyao, and I'll take good care of your father. When my uncle recovers, I will definitely visit you."

"Oh, uncle, don't be so polite."

Ding Zhenyao waved his hand and said, "I'm just waiting for my uncle and aunt to come to visit my home."

Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming looked at each other and saw a sentence from each other: This kid does not look like he is eleven or eleven years old.

These words and deeds are too experienced. If they hadn't had their souls from that era of information explosion, they might have been able to handle it.

Feng Yin looked at Zhang Yiming: "Husband, then you can chat with Zhenyao. I'll let Lin and the others make more breakfast."

"Auntie, wait."

Seeing Feng Yin leaving, Ding Zhenyao quickly called her, "I don't give you this important thing."

While speaking, he took out a stack of silver notes from his arms and handed over something like an account: "Auntie, this is half of Neiya Xianju's share."

"There is also the profit sharing of the first batch of soaps, please check it out."

Feng Yin took the silver note, put it on the kang mat, and opened the account book in front of him, carefully looking through it.
Chapter completed!