Xiao Yi was silent for a moment, unfathomable: "It's old, and there are no bones." ”

Nan Baoyi: "......"

This answer is so ruthless!

……

Xiao Yi placed Nan Baoyi in this small mansion to recuperate from his injuries.

Nan Baoyi was dedicated to playing the role of a good wife in order to eliminate Xiao Yi's vigilance, so she pretended to take out the abacus and account book, knelt down by the west window, and asked softly: "Husband, I don't know how much money we have in our family?" You're not a duck now, our family has no source of income, and you have to save money until you find your next job. ”

Looking for a job......

Xiao Yi flipped through two pages of the book and had a headache.

Nan Baoyi's voice was softer: "Husband, silver money? ”

Xiao Yi had to reach out and take it into his arms.

He walked on weekdays, followed by Shiyan to pay the bills, and he hardly carried any money with him.

Gently and expectantly watched by the little girl, he took out a long time, but only took out two pieces of broken silver.

The broken silver was placed on the walnut dwarf, and it was pitiful.

Nan Baoyi secretly disdainful.

It is also the most expensive duck in Jinling, how can you save this little money?

Can't afford to raise her.

She raised her eyes and smiled gently: "Or, will the husband go to Jinling for another two or three months?" ”

Xiao Yi: "......"

Scumbag.

Nan Jiaojiao, who has lost her memory, is a complete scumbag!

He said in a deep voice: "I have a wide range of friends in Chang'an, and if I want to find a job to do, it's just a matter of a few words." The money expenditure at home does not need to be worried about by the mother. The lady can recuperate with peace of mind. ”

Nan Baoyi shook the fan lightly and said with a smile: "I'm joking with my husband." ”

She hid two ingots of broken silver in her sleeve pocket: "When I went home, I saw a small market selling vegetables outside the alley. I went grocery shopping and cooking, what do you want to eat? ”

Grocery shopping and cooking......

Xiao Yi had even more headaches.

Nan Jiaojiao hasn't even been to the vegetable market, will she still buy vegetables?

He had no choice but to say, "I'll go with you." ”

When he came to the market, Nan Baoyi saw everything fresh.

It's just that she couldn't stand the smell of live birds, so she gave Xiao Yi a piece of broken silver and advised: "Husband, go to the chicken coop to buy an old hen, and I will stew old hen soup for you at night to nourish your body." ”

Xiao Yi took the silver coin.

Yingjun's deep face was full of disbelief.

Nan Jiaojiao, make old hen soup?

She said it so naturally, as if she was very virtuous, but would she do it?

Nan Baoyi's Danfeng eyes were as moist as water: "Husband, what are you doing in a daze?" ”

Xiao Yi had no choice but to say: "I'll go buy chicken, you go over there and buy two green onions to use to hook fresh." Buy two more potatoes and fry them in the evening. Other vegetables you look at and buy, buy what you like. ”

Nan Bao Yi should be down.

When Xiao Yi came back here with the old hen he bought, he saw Nan Baoyi coming back.

The little girl carried the corner of her skirt in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other, walking in the noisy and noisy vegetable market, as if she was afraid of soiling her embroidered shoes, and even walking on tiptoe, which was called a delicate spirit.

He glanced at the bamboo basket.

Asked her to buy two green onions, she really only bought two, two as thin as a hair.

Asked her to buy two potatoes, she actually only bought two tiny, tiny potatoes.

Xiao Yimei's heart beat hard.

"Husband," Nan Baoyi shook the bamboo basket hesitantly, "Are there two green onions missing?" ”

Xiao Yi: "......"

Now that you know that there is less, buy more!

There was no way, Xiao Yi had no choice but to take her and buy green onions and potatoes again.

Back in the small house, Nan Baoyi rolled up his sleeves and wanted to cook.

However, in the face of the lively old hen, she was worried.

She hesitated: "Husband, this chicken is actually alive, so terrible!" ”

Xiao Yi: "......"

It's scary to buy a dead chicken!

Remembering that Nan Jiaojiao had blown up his kitchen when she was a child, Xiao Yi had no expectations for her to cook.

He rolled up his sleeves and said lightly, "I'll come." ”

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

She stared at this beautiful gentleman, only to see him holding the old hen's neck with one hand and the kitchen knife with the other.

How can he still have the appearance of a noble and graceful man in the lakeside boat when he first saw the rain!

Xiao Yi instructed: "Go and boil the water." ”

It is still possible to boil Shuinan Baoyi.

After she boiled the water, she saw Xiao Yi squatting next to the basin, putting the old hen in the boiling water for a while before she began to pluck her feathers, and then disemboweled, bled and cut into pieces, and the action was very familiar.

Xiao Yi stood by the board with an apron, picked up the cut chicken leg and showed it to Nan Baoyi: "Is it enough to leave you such a big chicken leg?" ”

Nan Baoyi said coquettishly: "It's too big to eat." ”

Xiao Yi cut again.

The stove was ready, and he began to stew the soup.

Nan Baoyi stood next to him with a fan in his hand, watching him add firewood to the stove for a while, water to the pot for a while, and oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, onions, garlic and ginger to the soup for a while.

Lang Jun lowered his eyelashes, his face was serious, and what he was holding in his hand was obviously a spatula, but he held the momentum of a sword and a red pen.

Lang Jun is beautiful, even if he cooks soup, it is also very eye-catching.

Nan Baoyi secretly said that if he didn't have so many twists and turns, if he hadn't deceived her, maybe she would really be tempted by him.

Marrying such a Langjun, even if he can't earn money, but he keeps it at home, and looks at it from time to time, and even his appetite for food can be much better!

Nan Baoyi leaned on the side of the stove, and asked in a ghostly manner: "My husband is another woman, has he ever cooked?" Have the ladies you ever received ever tasted your cooking? ”

Xiao Yi glanced at her.

Nan Jiaojiao really loves him, even if she has amnesia, she can't wait to be jealous.

Despite the faint expression on his face, his thin lips were imperceptibly hooked.

He cut a piece of syrup radish and gently stuffed it into the little girl's mouth: "I have never cooked for anyone else." In this life, I only plan to cook for Jiaojiao alone. ”

The sweet radish is sweet and crunchy.

Nan Baoyi covered his face with a fan, and after eating it in small bites, it was already sweet to the heart.

But I don't know if it's the radish is sweet, or his words are sweet.

She silently parted her little face, but Danfeng's eyes were curved like crescent moons.

Because Nan Baoyi didn't like to eat fried potato chips, Xiao Yi had to change to steaming.

The old hen soup is still simmering on the fire.

Xiao Yi went to the backyard to fetch water, Nan Baoyi opened the lid of the pot and saw that the potato slices were steamed.

She looked at it for a moment, and then suddenly it happened.

So when the dishes were served, Xiao Yi saw his steamed potato slices turn into heart-shaped.

Nan Baoyi held the plate and smiled gently and gracefully: "Husband, look, I specially made a dish for you, called 'A piece of ice heart in the jade pot'." ”

Xiao Yi: "......"

A piece of ice in the jade pot?

Isn't this his steamed potato?

Nan Jiaojiao changed the shape of the potato, so it became her dish?

Why doesn't she go to heaven.

Nan Baoyi picked up the chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of love potatoes, and fed it to Xiao Yi's mouth: "Husband, taste it?" ”

Beauty is gracious.

Xiao Yi had to taste a slice.

Nan Baoyi's eyes were shining: "How?" ”

Xiao Yi: "......"

It's obviously a self-steamed potato, and he has to praise Nan Jiaojiao's good craftsmanship.

Mixed feelings.