Chapter 364

With that, seeing that master Zhang was releasing the reins, he said, "brother-in-law, you're busy, you're busy, just me and Sanbao."

Master Zhang's rein had been untied and held in his hand. His face had no change. "I'd better send you. Don't get tired of you so far."

"No

Er Bao said, winking at San Bao, "we still have some strength. We won't delay our brother-in-law's work."

"Yes, yes. Originally, my elder sister asked me to come with my second brother. I was too anxious to come here by myself."

"Really not?"

"Really not!"

"All right."

Mr. Zhang turned around and tied the reins again. He lifted the pot down with one hand and put it in front of them. "You two should be careful on the way. Don't fall. There's not enough food in the family. Come back tomorrow."

"I see."

Two people smile should, one hand, holding the edge of the pot, want to lift the pot, but two times, also did not get up, two people hurriedly put out the other hand, four hands to lift the pot, hold his face red, but also forced out a smile, "brother-in-law, let's go."

"Well."

Two people carry, step by step toward the distance.

Several people in song and Ming dynasties have been suspicious, but they look resentful. They look at Mr. Zhang, "brother, this, this..."

This is not right! Who can eat so many dishes?

"Song Ming, follow them and see where they are going. Be careful not to be found."

"Good."

Song Ming ran after him, and Zhang turned back to the house and went to check out, "how much is it?"

How many bowls of vegetables can be produced in each pot is similar. Eugene made a rough calculation and said the money.

Mr. Zhang took out his money to settle the account and turned to go out of the shop.

The people in the shop whispered: what kind of family is it? What identity? That's very interesting! I'm afraid Mr. Zhang's salary is not enough.

Even a few pillars couldn't hold their eyes. They kept glancing at Master Zhang.

Mr. Zhang just didn't see it and stood as usual.

About two quarters of an hour later, Song Ming came back with an incredible face.

He walked up to Mr. Zhang, winked at him and told him to go away. Then he said, "elder brother, guess where they've gone?"

Without waiting for Mr. Zhang's response, he said angrily, "they sold other restaurants!"

After that, he was still very angry, "they are also too shameful, even with your kindness..."

Before he finished speaking, there was no Mr. Zhang in front of his eyes. Turning around, he walked towards the carriage.

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Go to feng'er's house. You can watch the store."

"You, don't get angry when you get there."

His two brothers in law are not things. They can even think of such an idea.

But that feng'er girl is good. Don't have a quarrel with Mr. Zhang because of this.

Master Zhang didn't seem to hear it. He drove the carriage straight to the west of the city and came to feng'er's house.

These days, Sanbao goes home to get food every day, and the family doesn't do anything troublesome. It's still early to boil some water and heat up a few Wotou. It's estimated that Sanbao hasn't gone to get food at this time, and feng'er is not in a hurry to cook. She is still making clothes in the house.

Hearing the sound of the horse's hooves, he looked out of the window and saw that Mr. Zhang was coming. He was very surprised. Then he thought that he might have come to see Dabao. He rushed out with joy and said, "here you are."

Then, without waiting for Mr. Zhang to speak, he continued, "Dabao just fell asleep. I've made your clothes for you. I'm just about to send them to you this afternoon. You're here. Come in and have a try. Is that ok?"

Looking at her happy appearance, the hand that Zhang Ye hangs in the body side is tight for a while, "eh" a.

"In my house, come in." Feng'er talks and walks towards her house.

Feng'er Niang heard the voice and was about to come out. She was stopped by feng'er's father and shook her head, indicating that she would not go out.

The Feng son Niang understands his meaning, pursed lips to smile to smile, sat to return to his side, picked up needle thread, then accept sole.

"I, I won't go in, you take out the clothes."

Feng'er feels that since they have already decided to get married, they don't have to avoid suspicion. Even if the neighbors see them, they won't gossip, "you'd better come in. It's cold outside."

At the end of March, the weather was already warm. Some people with strong firepower had changed into thin clothes. Feng'er said this to give Mr. Zhang an excuse to go in.

Unexpectedly, Master Zhang didn't seem to understand what she said. "No, you'd better take it out."

The smile on Feng ER's face retreated a little, "well, you wait."

With that, he quickly walked into the house and moved out a shabby wooden stool. "You sit down first, and I'll get it right away."

Feng'er's parents in the house looked at him and nodded happily. In their opinion, Zhang's refusal to enter the house was due to his scruples about feng'er's reputation, in order to avoid gossiping to feng'er.

Feng'er's father covered his mouth and coughed up to his throat. He said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "this master Zhang is really a rare good man. We feng'er are blessed in the future."

"Who said it wasn't?"

Feng'er's mother scratched the needle on her head to make it work better. "Not only feng'er is blessed, but we will also be blessed in the future."

"Yes, yes."

Feng'er's father showed a rare smile, "when you have time, you have to tell feng'er to be filial to her mother-in-law when she gets married."

"I see."

Feng'er took out her clothes and saw that Mr. Zhang didn't sit down. Instead, she stood in the courtyard. She felt warm in her heart. She opened the folded clothes and walked to him. She drew a line on him. "This cyan color is very good-looking, it suits you very much."

Master Zhang takes off his thin shirt and puts on her clothes. Feng'er helps him fasten the buttons.

Mr. Zhang was slightly stiff. "I'll do it myself."

"That's it."

Feng ER bent down, tied the last button, stood up straight, stepped back, nodded, "just fit."

Then he picked up the old clothes that Mr. Zhang had put on the stool and put them in his hands. "You wear this new one first, and I'll wash it for you. When it's dry, let Sanbao take it to you."

Mr. Zhang opened his mouth and wanted to refuse. The neighbor next door leaned over his head and laughed and joked, "Yo, feng'er, did you make new clothes for your husband?"

Phoenix son face once red, but don't wriggle, "is, he works in the fast food restaurant, no more than those who do rough work, total have several decent clothes."

"Oh, I haven't got married yet, so I think about it."

Phoenix son face more red, "aunt."

The neighbor stopped and went back to the house with a smile.

Feng'er was just about to speak. Er Bao and San Bao came from a distance with a bowl in their hands, humming a little song. As soon as they looked up, they saw Mr. Zhang standing in the courtyard, stunned.