Feng Yin looked at the little woman indifferently, her eyes narrowed, and her face sank: "You big belly, how do you wash dishes?"

"Apart from washing dishes, can't find the work next to you?"

As he said that, he looked at Mrs. Hu: "You are standing here and doing something, go wash the dishes for your sister-in-law."

Since the little woman wanted to pretend to be virtuous, Feng Yin would help her.

Mrs. Hu quickly agreed: "Hey, okay mother."

He looked at Lin suspiciously.

Lin listened to his mother-in-law's words, and then touched Hu's eyes. He put away his thoughts with a little guilty look and quickly brought the food out.

Don't look at her having a big belly, she walks very smoothly.

Feng Yin put the soup in the pot into the soup bowl and looked at the back with a faint look.

I have to say that the longer the time, the more Feng Yin felt that Lin's mind was not simple.

If it weren't for her small one in her belly, Feng Yin wouldn't mind letting her suffer and gaining a better memory.

While washing dishes, Mrs. Hu quietly observed her mother-in-law.

When she found that she was staring at her sister-in-law, she couldn't help but guess in her heart.

The young wife hesitated and spoke, and asked tentatively: "Mom, is this baby almost born?"

"Don't you know everything?"

Feng Yin glanced at her with a cold look, "What are you doing so much?"

Hu laughed: "Isn't it a bit envious of my daughter-in-law knowing that her mother has prepared the things she used for her sister-in-law when she gave birth."

She remembered that when she was born Qiaoling, she had no preparations at home, and she was not willing to invite a newbie, but her mother-in-law and sister-in-law helped her deliver the baby.

Feng Yin: "...What's there to envy? When you have another baby, my mother will prepare for you."

She also remembered the scene when Hu gave birth to a child.

His tone of speech was softer: "Okay, hurry up and bring the bowl over, don't let everyone wait."

There were already voices of several sons discussing their studies outside, and it was obvious that everyone had completed their studies and was cleaning up their hands.

Feng Yin brought a soup basin and took the lead out of the kitchen. Sure enough, he saw the figures of several boys scattered in the yard.

"Mom, what are you eating today?"

When Zhang Jingyu saw that his mother had brought such a large pot of soup, he came over to see the situation.

Feng Yin: "Everyone is in the kitchen, go and help you serve the dishes."

"Okay."

Zhang Jingyu agreed readily and happily entered the kitchen.

"Mom, thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Jifan shouted obediently at Feng Yin, "Fan'er will help too."

"Go."

Feng Yin looked at the children with satisfaction.

After her subtle teaching, the Zhang family's children are no longer nerds who are not diligent and have no distinction between grains, which makes her feel a sense of accomplishment inexplicably.

"Wow, why did you cook so many dishes today?"

When Zhang Jingyu came to the kitchen, he saw the rich dishes placed on the stone table and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Third brother, why are you so fussy?"

Zhang Jifan followed in and couldn't help laughing when he heard the exclamation, "If you have guests at home, it's normal for mothers to cook more dishes."

“Impossible.”

Zhang Jingyu looked at the rich dishes in front of him and said, "Even if there are guests at home, there is no need to make so much, so rich."

Zhang Jifan looked over and was also shocked by the rich food.

After living such a big life, this is the most abundant dish he has ever seen and the most fragrant dish he has ever smelled.

"You don't know, do you?"

Seeing them staying there, Hu couldn't help but smile, "This is what my mother specially prepared for the fourth brother."

While she was talking, she had cleaned the dishes and piled them up and poured water.

"Why?"
Chapter completed!