Yan Mingyu was quite satisfied with Yan Duofu's performance. Although she was shaken for a second, she was still firm in the end. However, Yan Mingyu felt that most of the reason why her cheap father was determined was due to heartache.

Yan Duofu went into the house to put down his meat, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Yan Jinshi also changed into dry clothes. Yan Mingyu kept holding her torn clothes and stuffed them into the stove. Yan Jinshi was still a little scared, so Yan Mingyu simply pushed her away and took action on her own.

After they were stuffed in, Yan Mingyu pulled the bellows a few times. The flames rushed out, immediately flooding the torn clothes and burning them. Yan Jin felt inexplicably relaxed, as if it was not the torn clothes, but the mountains pressing on her, and she was almost relaxed.

"Mom, your clothes are burned."

The dry clothes Yan Jinshi changed into were patches and patches. Like the elders of the Beggars' Sect, they were really not good. Yan Jinshi looked down and felt a little embarrassed. She went into the house to change her new clothes she made several years ago. Although it was the cheapest linen, there was no patch, and she looked several years younger after wearing them.

Yan Mingyu is so beautiful that she is naturally not inherited from the dry and thin Yan Duofu, but Yan Jinshi. When she was a girl, she was also a village flower in a hundred places. However, after marrying into the Yan family, a beautiful flower made Yan Duofu's barren cow dung be destroyed.

"It looks so good. I'll send some pomegranate red cloth to come tomorrow. Mom, you can make new clothes." Yan Mingyu said as she wanted to burn the old clothes that Yan Jin had changed.

Yan Jin quickly pulled it back and said with a heartache: "It's a pity to burn it, you can stick the soles of your shoes."

"Then you can't wear it anymore. Let me see you wear treasures again, I will definitely burn it."

Yan Mingyu's tone was very hard. For traditional women like Xiao Luo and Yan Jin, they should not be too soft, otherwise it would take time to talk.

Yan Jinshi said angrily: "If you don't wear it, your temper must be changed. Don't be too hard in your daughter's house, especially in front of Xiao Jin, be softer."

"Then Xiao Jin must tell me carefully, I will treat him whatever he treats me." Yan Mingyu's tone and expression were completely despised from awe of his husband. Yan Jin's heart beat, and he looked at his daughter in confusion.

Her face and figure have not changed, but she has become more sensible, but it must be her Mingyu. She will not read it wrong. Perhaps it was because of the guidance of the gods, and Mingyu has also become more energetic.

"Then you can't be forced to Xiao Jin, after all, he is the head of the family." Yan Jin persuaded him kindly.

"I know, I'm hungry, mom, can the chicken be eaten?" Yan Mingyu didn't want to discuss the bad things like "puting husband as the best person" and it was distorted.

Yan Jinshi really diverted her attention, took a bowl of chicken soup, and broke a big chicken leg, "It's been stewing for a day, eat it quickly."

Yan Mingyu took a deep breath, which was fragrant and fresh. Although everything was behind in ancient times, this authentic local chicken was not available in modern times. She drank the soup first, and her tongue fell out of freshness.

"It's so delicious, mom, too."

Yan Mingyu ate the chicken legs in big mouthfuls, and it was already stewed so much that it was crispy. The yellow soup had a lot of oil, which made her appetite bloom. She finished gnawing on the chicken legs in a short while.

"Mom, wait for your father to eat together, why don't you?" Yan Jin looked at her daughter lovingly, more beautiful than eating herself.

Yan Duofu took a shower and came out, wearing new clothes, but had a dark face. As soon as he came out, he asked, "Where is my clothes?"

Yan Jin shrank, and Yan Mingyu rushed to say, "I burned it."

Yan Duofu's eyes were about to pop out, and he rushed over with his teeth and slapped Yan Jin in the face, "I am a prodigal girl, such good clothes can be worn for at least twenty years. You actually burned them for me. I beat you a prodigal girl to death..."

Yan Mingyu blocked the miser and looked at him coldly, "I burned it. If you have the ability, you can beat me and let my master know. Don't even think about giving birth to a son!"

Yan Duofu was so angry that he twitched, staring at his prodigal daughter hatefully, touching his heart with one hand, and trembling with the other hand as Parkinson. He pointed at Yan Mingyu for a long time and couldn't speak, "You...you...you just burned me too..."

"You can't eat it after burning it, and the stove can't be stuffed in."

Yan Mingyu curled his lips and almost sent Yan Duofu to heaven. Yan Jinshi couldn't help but wink, telling Yan Mingyu not to be too aggressive. After all, he was his own father. He was really angry and he was so rebellious.

"You...you...you don't...no..."

Yan Duofu's pronunciation was unclear, and Yan Mingyu finished speaking for him, "Isn't it filial, right? Dad, don't you think about it. Now you are the father of a fairy disciple. You wear that beggar dress every day. Can my master have a bright face? You don't know, my master wants the most. People say that the prime minister's family is wearing silk clothes. If you don't wear silk clothes, don't dress like beggars!"

"Your clothes were made by your mother-in-law on your 16th birthday." Yan Jin said in a low voice.

"Shut your mouth!"

Yan Duofu glared fiercely. What's wrong with his clothes when he was sixteen? It's enough to wear them. Prodigal girls know nothing about it.

Yan Mingyu rolled her eyes. This cheap dad is 38 years old this year and has been wearing a dress for 22 years. Tsk... If this is modern, I will definitely be able to apply for Guinness.

"Dad, if you want to have a son, you have to listen to me. I'll give you a white and fat son in three years, and your family fortune will at least double."

Yan Mingyu used two things that Yan Duofu was most interested in to promise that the iron cock would definitely agree, sure enough—

"real?"

Yan Duofu's eyes were brighter than oil lamps. He now has fifty acres of paddy fields, ninety-eight taels of silver, which was originally one hundred and eight taels, but the prodigal daughter got rid of ten taels, leaving only 98 taels. If it doubled, it would be a hundred acres of fertile fields, 196 taels of silver, and a fat son.

Ouch... Yan Duofu rubbed his hands happily, as if he saw the fat boy holding a mountain-like silver ingot, throwing into his arms and calling him "Dadfather", and he was so happy that he was so happy.

"What am I lying to you? But if you don't listen to me, I won't care." Yan Ming looked up.

Yan Duofu hesitated for a while and finally made up his mind, "Okay, Dad, listen to you."

My daughter has hooked up with the gods and learned a lot of skills. He will definitely benefit a lot, but-

"Mingyu is ignorant, you can also make trouble. It's great to use old clothes to paste the soles of shoes, a prodigal girl!"

Yan Duofu cursed a few words in anger, but his heart still hurts a lot, with several pairs of soles of the shoe.

Yan Jinshi just pretended that she didn't hear it, so she went to fry two side dishes and set up a table, which was more hearty than the New Year. She had a thousand stewed meat, stewed chicken, steamed meat with dried plums, fried eggs with leeks, stir-fried vegetables, and a plate of steamed edamame.
Chapter completed!