Chapter 58 Inexplicable
Yan Funing: “???”
I still have to go home and sleep.
What are you sleeping on?
She likes to sleep alone!
The two of them slept on the same bed, and she had to be careful even when turning over.
Occasionally, my arm would hit the hanging sheets, which would wake me up, for fear of waking him up.
After all, they are different from men and women.
Fu Ciyi didn't know what was going on in her mind, and said again: "I will take you to the village school this afternoon."
Before Yan Funing could speak, Fu Beimo's voice came from behind the stove. : "I'll go too!"
Afraid that his brother would disagree, he simply stood up, walked to Yan Funing's side, and said in a long tone: "Sister-in-law... Bei Mo also wants to go..."
The half-year-old boy said this without any violation of the rules. Feeling harmonious, Yan Funing chuckled and said to Fu Ciyi: "Then you can take me with Bei Mo."
Fu Ciyi remained silent.
Yan Funing lowered her head and cut into pieces of meat, cutting each piece into a square shape.
After everything was done, she looked at Fu Ciyi again: "If you rest in the village school at noon from now on, will I give you food?"
"Yes." Fu Ciyi kept choosing vegetables, "The village school is in the middle of several villages. There are many roads from home to the village school. It takes a long time to go back and forth. I think I can copy more at noon."
Yan Funing said with a smile: "Beimo will find the way, and he can help deliver the food."
Fu Beimo nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I will deliver the food."
>Fu Ciyi said "hmm" again.
The voice was light and no emotion could be heard.
When Yan Funing cut the meat, she left a piece of meat out and placed it on the corner of the chopping board.
She hung her hand over the pot and felt that the pot was not hot enough, so she shouted: "Beimo, make the fire hotter."
Fu Beimo responded, quickly went to the back of the stove and took a thick of firewood and pushed it on his knees. With a snap, the firewood was broken into two pieces and stuffed into the fire.
Yan Funing first poured the fat into the pot, flipped it with a spatula, and turned to Fu Ciyi and said, "You have to buy a food box, so it is convenient to carry meals."
Fu Ciyi said quietly: "Okay."
There is water on the washed meat. As soon as it is put into the pot and the fire is high, there will be oil droplets splashing out.
Yan Funing hid to the side. When she saw Fu Ciyi stopped choosing vegetables, she simply said to him: "You go and copy the book now. It's good that Bei Mo and I are in the kitchen."< br>
Fu Ciyi did not respond and walked straight out of the kitchen.
Yan Funing glanced at his back and said to Fu Beimo: "Isn't your brother a little confused?"
Fu Beimo stuck his head out, glanced outside the door, and muttered: "Isn't he always like this? Is it like this? ”
Yan Fu thought to herself, okay, maybe it was her misunderstanding.
He himself is cold. When he likes to talk to others, he will say a few words; when he doesn't like to talk to others, he will say nothing.
The fat meat in the pot quickly turned golden, and a lot of lard came out. Yan Funing poured all the lean meat in and stir-fried.
After all the lean meat was evenly coated with lard, she put down the spatula and took a chopstick to poke a small hole in each piece of fried tofu.
Seeing how fun it was for her to do this, Fu Beimo was eager to try it.
"Sister-in-law, I want to play too."
Yan Funing put down her chopsticks: "Wash your hands, and I'll poke the rest for you."
"Okay!"
Fu Beimo washed his hands obediently, wiped them dry, and then imitated Yan Funing's example of pricking holes in the fried tofu.
As I poked and poked, I became more playful. I poked one piece without taking it off, and put it on the chopsticks one by one, and then showed it to Yan Funing.
"Sister-in-law, look, does it look like candied haws on a stick?"
Yan Funing smiled: "It does."
Fu Beimo then took off the string of fried tofu on the chopsticks, and then repeated this Move until all the rest is poked.
In the west wing room, Fu Ciyi was sitting in front of his desk, looking at the nuts on the plate, and suddenly lost his appetite.
In the kitchen, Yan Funing poured the fried tofu into the meat pot and stirred it with a spatula.
The meat needs to be cooked for a long time before it tastes good, so she continued to choose the celery that Fu Ciyi had picked halfway.
Remove all celery leaves, peel off the roots with a kitchen knife, wash and cut into sections. Then cut the dried tofu into thick shreds, and also cut the remaining piece of meat into shreds.
"Beimo, the other pot is also burning."
"Okay!"
It takes a long time to cook fried tofu and roasted pork, so Yan Funing planned to use another pot to fry celery first and then cook rice.
Pour in the oil, when the oil is hot, add the shredded pork and stir-fry, then add the celery, and then add the dried tofu.
The celery is fried quickly, seasoned, and quickly plated.
The weather was still cold, so Yan Funing took a bowl and placed it upside down on a plate with celery, and placed it on the stove to keep warm.
Wash the pot in which the celery was fried, then peel and slice the taro into slices and place on a plate.
I washed the rice, put it in the pot, poured in water, and steamed the taro on the rice rack.
The whole set of actions is done in an orderly manner.
The aroma of food continues to waft out from the stove.
It was time for dinner and he had porridge early in the morning. At this moment, Fu Ciyi was already empty.
I didn’t want to eat that plate of nuts.
Finally, he reached out and took out two chestnuts to eat.
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In the east wing, Fu Nanyao also smelled the aroma of food.
During this period, she was eating the food she cooked with peace of mind, often picking and choosing, but now she thought about whether she should.
Two years later, Yan Funing was no longer her sister-in-law.
She should have been happy to hear the news.
But now, she couldn't be happy at all.
It stands to reason that if my brother can reach high school, he will be able to marry a noble daughter from a noble family.
But if you think about it realistically, how could a noble lady from an aristocratic family think so highly of her crippled sister-in-law?
In addition to scolding their family, humiliating her brother, and humiliating her, Yan Funing really couldn't find any other faults.
Of course, her inability to be a female celebrity is a big shortcoming.
Others are indeed good.
However, the news of two-year separation was like a bolt from the blue. It was difficult for her to digest it alone, and she was eager to tell others.
Once he told his mother and Bei Mo, Yan Funing would probably leave early.
Fu Nanyao shook his head. Mother and Beimo cannot know about this matter.
But she has been targeting her everywhere during this period, how should she face her?
After much thought, she still couldn’t think clearly. She thought that she should take it one step at a time, and at least teach her how to make clothes.
Fu Nanyao made up his mind to find a suitable opportunity to tell her that she was willing to teach.
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The food is ready.
Yan Funing opened the lid of the pot, wrapped the plate with taro in a cotton towel, and placed it on the stove.
Even though I was wrapped in two cotton towels, my fingers were still burned.
She quickly pinched her earlobe.
Fortunately, there were no burns this time.
Pour some soy sauce on the taro, and the simple steamed taro slices are ready.
A bowl of fried tofu and roasted pork was taken from another pot. One bowl was taken out. There was still a lot in the pot. It looked like it could last several meals.
At this time, Fu Beimo clamored to help serve the dishes.
Even Fu Nanyao came. Although he didn't say anything, he just took the food and left.
Yan Funing raised the corners of her lips slightly, put all the rice in her hands, and went to the west wing to call Fu Ciyi to eat.
She was afraid that shouting loudly would disturb him while he was writing. If he made a wrong stroke, the whole book would be ruined.
Then he went directly into the room and said softly: "It's time to eat."
Fu Ciyi didn't even raise his head, and said coldly: "Okay."
Yan Funing went to the main room.
The four of them sat down and did not wait for Fu Ciyi to come over for a while.
(End of this chapter)