Chapter 46 He insisted on watching
Yan Funing quickly shook her head at him.
Seeing that her son and daughter-in-law didn't respond, Wan Niang couldn't help but ask: "What, you don't believe me?"
Yan Funing smiled and said: "I do, of course I do."
"Then the mother is just waiting to have a grandchild?"
"Mom, you have to consider our current situation. My husband has to take the imperial examination. We have to make money to treat Nan Yao's leg and Bei Mo's head injury. There is no rush to give birth to a child."
Speaking of twins, Wan Niang said in a lonely voice: "One leg and one head cannot be cured. I have seen many doctors over the years." Thinking of her grandchildren, her voice became clear again, "Ci Yi Kao There is no conflict between the imperial examination and childbirth. Mom will take care of your children. You think I am blind, but Nan Yao and Bei Mo have bright eyes. Mom and Nan Yao and Bei Mo can take care of you."
Yan Funing’s lips twitched when she heard this: “Mom, please go and sit in the main room first. After I chop the dumpling fillings, I will make dumplings with you.”
When Wan Niang heard about the food, she ordered it. She nodded and agreed with her daughter-in-law to help her back to the main room.
As soon as her mother-in-law was helped to sit down on the chair, Yan Funing immediately ran back to someone.
"Sheng..."
The cherry red lips opened slightly before spitting out one word, as if no matter what she said, it was wrong.
Fu Ciyi looked at her silently.
The eyes as deep as the sea seem to reach straight into the heart, leaving no one to hide.
Yan Funing stamped her foot and whispered directly into his ear: "When you are in high school, there will be many noble ladies from aristocratic families helping you to have children, so you have to study hard to prepare for the exam!"
Fu Ciyi was confused when he heard this.
Yan Funing quickly walked out of the west wing. Seeing that he was stunned, she stuck her head into the window, raised her arms and clenched her fists.
Encouragement: "Come on, you will choose the best-looking one by then, and the children you will give birth to will also be beautiful."
By then, they have divorced, and she does not have to worry about whether she will Being shackled by him. If she has the opportunity to see his child, she can smile and tell others: "Well, that is my ex-husband's child, isn't it beautiful!" 】
Thinking of this, she burst into laughter.
Then he happily ran back to the kitchen and chopped the dumpling fillings.
The sound of banging came from the stove, bringing excitement.
Fu Ciyi couldn't help but bite his back teeth after hearing this.
Why is she so happy when talking about other women giving him children?
The happier she is, the unhappy he is.
Anxiety welled up in my heart for no apparent reason.
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In the kitchen, Yan Funing washed all the meat.
I thought lard was very fragrant when cooking, so I planned to save half of the fat to cook lard.
Half a pound of meat is not much fat, but fortunately the stall owner gave me a small piece. Divide it evenly, chop half and leave half.
Chop a pound of lean meat into pieces, put it together with the chopped fat meat and cabbage, add soy sauce and salt, and a little sugar to add freshness, and stir evenly.
There are no other seasonings at home, so the color of the meat filling is quite good.
More than one pound of meat is not much for a family of five, but with the addition of Chinese cabbage, the amount of stuffing increases.
After adjusting the filling, Yan Funing kneaded the dough and prepared the dumpling wrappers.
After the preparations were completed, the fillings and noodles were brought to the main room.
Wan Niang called the twins over, and the four of them started working together.
The square table in the main room is large enough for a family to make dumplings together.
Having the experience of making glutinous rice balls from the previous time, Fu Beimo learned to make dumplings very quickly this time. It’s just that the shape is neither as round as glutinous rice balls, nor as round as dumplings.
Fu Nan smiled at him: "Why don't you make a round cake?"
Fu Beimo retorted: "Is it as round as your face?"
Fu Nanyao: "Stinky Beimo!"
Fu Beimo raised his sleeves and smelled himself: "It doesn't stink!"
Wan Niang laughed out loud, life like this is quite good.
After making the dumplings, Yan Funing took them to the kitchen.
Nan Yao and Bei Mo were quarreling just now and still had flour on their hands, so they started fighting with each other in the main room.
Yan Funing didn't ask them to light the fire. She lit the oil-paper kraft paper that had wrapped the ribs and meat in the morning, and then put the finely chopped firewood on it to ignite it.
The small firewood started to light quickly and the larger firewood was put on it.
Sure enough, making the fire went smoothly this time.
When Nan Yao and Bei Mo came to help light the fire, the fire in the stove was already very bright.
Fu Beimo clapped his hands and applauded: "Sister-in-law is smart!"
Fu Nanyao pouted: "Why don't you just light a fire?" Yan Funing was already used to Fu Nanyao's attitude.
It’s good that she has the heart to come to the kitchen.
However, if there is a chance, she must have a good chat with her.
The water boiled quickly, and Yan Funing dropped the dumplings, adding cold water three times before taking them out of the pot.
The newly baked dumplings are piping hot.
She had wrapped a cotton towel around the edge of the bowl, but the pad of her index finger was still burned.
Having walked halfway, I couldn’t drop the bowl, so I had to grit my teeth and carry the bowl to the main room.
“Hiss——”
As soon as I put down the bowl, the burned part started to hurt.
Wan Niang heard her slight cry of pain and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, Mom."
Yan Funing put her finger in front of her lips and blew on it.
At this time, Fu Nanyao limped in.
Fu Beimo followed Yan Funing's example and also brought a bowl of dumplings.
Wan Niang said: "Hurry and look at your sister-in-law. Is she burned?"
Fu Beimo saw Yan Funing's red fingertips at a glance: "Yes, it's hot and painful. My sister-in-law's hands are red." "He put the bowl on the table, "The soup is hot."
Wan Niang said anxiously: "Funing, go and rinse it with cold water."
Yan Funing responded. kitchen.
Fu Nanyao whispered two words at her back: "Squeaky."
He limped into the kitchen, took the cotton towel Yan Funing put on the stove, and also brought a bowl of dumplings.
Having walked halfway, she murmured in her heart that it was hot, but not to the level of a certain girl.
Could it be that a certain woman’s skin is more delicate than hers?
Yan Funing scooped up water with a ladle and dipped her fingers in the cold water, then she felt better.
As soon as I took it out, it hurt again.
Fu Beimo came back to serve dumplings. Seeing Yan Funing frowning, he quickly returned to the main room with the bowl in hand.
As soon as he put down the bowl, he ran to the west wing.
"Brother, my sister-in-law is injured. Go and have a look. If you don't look, my sister-in-law will cry."
Seeing that his brother didn't move, he kept tapping the window sill.
Fu Ciyi then put down his pen, got up and went to the kitchen.
Fu Nanyao brought another bowl of dumplings. Seeing his brother coming over, he complained in a low voice: "She is so squeamish!"
Fu Ciyi looked calm and walked to Yan Funing in a few steps.
"Where is it hurt?"
Yan Funing pinched her fingers: "It's not hurt."
Fu Ciyi frowned.
Fu Beimo said quickly: "Hand, if you hurt your hand, please blow it off, brother."
Hearing this, Fu Ciyi glanced at his brother who was gesticulating at the door.
The eyes are cold.
Fu Beimo shrank his neck and returned to the main room obediently.
The pain in her fingertips was severe. Yan Funing sighed that her body was not up to par, so she had no choice but to dip her fingers into cold water again.
Fu Ciyi: "Let me take a look."
Yan Funing: "No need to look, I'll just soak it for a while."
She refused to look, but Fu Ciyi insisted, so Involuntarily, he pinched her index finger with two fingers.
The first thing I saw was a red mark across my fingertips, slightly swollen.
Yan Funing instinctively wanted to retract her hand, but he squeezed it tightly.
(End of this chapter)