Chapter 50 Late Night Conversation
Sprinkle some salt on the oil residue, stir evenly, and set aside.
Then put the chopped Chinese cabbage directly into the pot and stir-fry until the lard is passed through the pot, so there is no need to add oil.
Rice is cooking in another pot, and ribs are steaming on the rice rack.
The whole stove exudes the aroma of rice, pork ribs and cooking.
Fu Beimo and Fu Nanyao couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
After Fu Nanyao finished drying his clothes, Fu Beimo hurriedly ran to the kitchen.
"Sister-in-law, what should we eat tonight?"
"Steamed pork ribs and stir-fried cabbage."
Yan Funing turned the cabbage with a spatula and turned her head to see Fu Beimo Stand in front of the bowl of lard residue and sip.
Then he smiled and asked: "Want to eat?"
"I want to eat."
"Then take a pair of chopsticks and be careful to burn your mouth."
"Okay. Fu Beimo picked up a lard dregs with chopsticks, blew it in and ate it, and praised, "Sister-in-law, what is this? It's crispy and delicious."
"It's just lard dregs, but it's delicious." Don’t eat too much, it tastes good, fragrant and crispy.”
Fu Beimo nodded: "Then let's eat together when we eat."
"Okay." Yan Funing said, "Help me add some firewood."
Fu Beimo agreed and went to the back of the stove.
Fu Nanyao came in and asked, "What delicious food did Beimo eat just now?"
She couldn't be left behind.
Fu Beimo poked his head out from behind the stove: "That's the dish for dinner. You're not allowed to eat it secretly."
Fu Nanyao glanced at the golden and fragrant oil residue on the small table and took a sip. He pursed his lips and walked away.
When the food was all ready, Fu Beimo stopped Yan Funing from serving it.
"Sister-in-law has burnt her finger. It's time to rest. I'll carry it."
"Thank you Bei Mo!"
Yan Funing took the chopsticks and the small bowl of oil residue and went to the main room.
Not long after, the family sat down.
Yan Funing said: "The spareribs are steamed today, everyone, hurry up and eat."
"Funing can make different tricks just for the spareribs. We are really lucky." Wan Niang was very satisfied with the meal, "The meat was soft and rotten in the mouth, and the bones could be chewed."
Fu Nanyao ate the lard residue just now. She knew that her brother had eaten it in the kitchen just now, and she was quite concerned about it. for dissatisfaction.
"Every day it's pork ribs, cabbage, and radish. Can't we change it?"
She poked at the rice and ate a piece of lard.
Wan Niang put down her chopsticks and said, "If you are full, go out."
Fu Beimo also said: "Sister said every time, she never ate less, and she was full of food. She's so round, are you embarrassed to say sister-in-law?"
"Mom, Bei Mo, why are you helping her?" Fu Nanyao looked at her brother for help, "Brother..."
Yan Funing murmured in her heart that if Fu Nanyao could make the argument more intense, she could ask someone for an early divorce.
Someone has always protected his sister, and he will probably do the same this time.
So he waited quietly.
Unexpectedly, Fu Nanyao saw his brother lowering his eyes while eating. Although he couldn't see his expression, he suddenly recalled the look in his brother's eyes just now and had to immerse himself in eating.
Wan Niang picked up the chopsticks again: "Okay, let's all eat."
The hall became so quiet.
——
It’s night, it’s quiet and the only sound is the wind.
Yan Funing was sitting on the edge of the bed folding clothes, while Fu Ciyi was at the desk copying.
"At dinner, Nan Yao said that the dishes were the same, and I was thinking of going to the town to buy some tomorrow. You don't want me to go alone, or should I take Bei Mo with me?"
Fu Ciyi moved slightly. Under the candlelight, his figure magnified on the wall, trapping her shadow in it...
It was like a shackle, leaving her with nowhere to escape.
After a while, he said: "Don't worry about what Nan Yao said."
Yan Funing pursed her lips.
Listen, it’s been maintained after all.
After all, she is an outsider, they are a family, and this is the way to protect them. She is neither angry nor annoyed.
It’s just that she worked hard to cook, so it’s best if she can get a compliment. If she can’t get it, don’t use sarcastic words.
However, these remarks were inappropriate for her to tell him.
Even if she has feelings, she shouldn't express them to him. After all, if they dig deeper, it has nothing to do with them.
Suddenly she thought of Caiyu. If Caiyu were next to her, she would definitely roll up her sleeves and start a fight.
It would cost a lot of money to bring Caiyu out of the Yan family, and she has no such financial resources at all now.
So he folded his clothes in silence.
Fold your clothes and his clothes separately, and then put them into the wooden box separately, with a large distance between them.
Like an insurmountable gap.
After copying two more pages, Fu Ciyi said again: "Tomorrow, I will go to town with you."
"Oh."
Yan Fu Ning took the bed sheet, as usual, Hang it in the middle of the bed and tie it securely at both ends.
For some reason, someone copied late into the night today.
It was inconvenient for her to take off her clothes and go to bed first, so she moved a round stool to sit at the table and quietly watched him write calligraphy.
Seeing her sitting obediently, Fu Ciyi didn't like her being too close to him, but he didn't chase her away.
Seeing her yawning again and again, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and explained: "This book will be copied soon, so we can take it to the bookstore together tomorrow."
Yan Funing wiped away the tears caused by yawning: "Oh, okay."
The voice was soft, especially sweet and waxy due to sleepiness.
Fu Ciyi's hand holding the pen tightened, and then said: "If you are sleepy, go to bed first."
Yan Funing yawned again, shook her head and muttered: "I'm not sleepy."
In fact, she was so sleepy that she couldn't sit still, so she simply folded her arms and put them on the table.
“Your hands are so beautiful, and your handwriting is beautiful too.”
She blinked slowly, her eyes blurred and full of sleepiness.
As soon as he was praised by a woman for his good-looking hands, Fu Ciyi coughed lightly: "A man's hands are not women's hands, why do they have to be so good-looking?"
Yan Funing's beautiful eyes were hazy, and she said seriously and seriously: "No, your hands are really beautiful. They are the most beautiful hands of a man I have ever seen!"
The hands of male stars on modern TV , not as good-looking as him.
His hand joints are evenly slender and his skin is like jade, which makes people feel very powerful at first glance.
Anyway, it is very beautiful, and it suits her aesthetic point.
Fu Ciyi secretly wondered, does she have a habit of staring at men's hands?
How many men has she seen and how many men's hands has she stared at?
Thinking about it this way, I started writing much faster.
Suddenly, Yan Funing looked at her right hand. There was a scar on the palm of her hand, and the tip of her index finger was burned, and the red mark had not disappeared.
Compared with him, it’s so sad.
Then he stopped looking at his hand and reached out to touch the wolf-hair pen hanging on the pen holder.
Then she gently stroked the stack of rice paper placed at the front of the table. The rice paper felt so good that she couldn't help but touch it more with her fingertips.
Afraid that he would not allow her to touch his things, she touched them quietly.
Fu Ciyi caught a glimpse of her series of small actions from the corner of his eye, feeling aggrieved and pitiful.
“Want me to teach you how to read and write?”
The voice was low and mellow like the night outside the window.
Yan Funing suddenly woke up from her drowsiness and sat up straight: "Are you willing to teach me?"
He said softly: "If you are stupid, I will not teach you at any time."
"I You're so smart."
Yan Funing said, but she was cursing in her heart that the requirements were still so high.
If he can’t teach her well, shouldn’t he reflect on it?
Of course, she will definitely learn well.
Fu Ciyi retorted coldly: "You can still burn your hands if you are smart?"
(End of this chapter)