"Okay, don't cry, come, let's try the chicken soup again, how about the chicken soup made by the second aunt?"

Wen Ning took a bowl of chicken soup for Da Yao, Da Qi took a sip, since the death of her parents, she has never drunk chicken soup, today you can drink chicken soup, she seems to have returned to the previous time from the child who did not hurt and was not loved.

"Wipe away your tears, it's not early, it's time for dinner."

Da Ya lowered his head, then nodded.

The reason why Da Miao bowed her head was because she was not qualified to eat at the dinner table, and she could only drink white gruel in the firewood room.

Wen Ning secretly decided that in the future, the first thing to do was to try to let Da Yao return to the dinner table to eat.

"Come, let's get these dishes out."

Wen Ning handed the plate of stir-fried field chicken to Da Wei, and then held a large pot of tea tree mushroom chicken soup by himself.

Out of the lobby, Wen Ning shouted softly, "The dish is ready, it's time to eat." ”

Ye Tian, the old man of the Ye family, Xu Shi, Ye Jianwen and others heard the words and gathered around the dining table.

Wen Ning and Da Yao shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the lobby, and finally put the dishes together, Da Ning wanted to hold his bowl of white gruel back to the firewood room, Wen Ning took the lead and said, "Dad, mother, husband, there are a lot of dishes tonight, why don't you let Da Yao eat here." ”

Xu's face suddenly turned cold.

Ye Jianwen is a scholar, and he has never supported the practice of driving Da Yi to the firewood room to eat by himself, and has told his family about it many times, but he is rarely at home, Xu Shi does not listen, and he is helpless.

At this time, Wen Ning mentioned it, and Ye Jianwen immediately agreed.

"Yes, father, mother, Da Yi is the child of the eldest brother, when I was a child, the eldest brother always left me delicious food, and now I eat in the firewood room by myself, I always don't want to go."

Now Ye Jianwen is the hope of the whole family and the pillar of the Ye family, so naturally everyone will not refute him.

Xu was reluctant in his heart, but since Ye Jianwen said so, he would be a cheap girl today.

Xu Shi replied coldly, "Okay." ”

With Xu's consent, Wen Ning breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Da Yao to sit at the round table.

Seeing this, Ye Jianwen was the first to see the difference of tea tree mushroom chicken soup, and asked, "Why is today's chicken soup different from the past?" ”

After Wen Ning spooned the soup for Ye Tian and Xu, he also gave Ye Jianwen a bowl.

"This is tea tree mushroom chicken soup, tea tree mushroom is flat, sweet and warm, non-toxic, has the effect of clearing heat, flattening the liver, and brightening the eye, can tonify the kidney, diuretic, dampness, strengthen the spleen, stop diarrhea, and is often used to treat symptoms such as back pain, stomach cold, nephritis edema, dizziness, abdominal pain, vomiting, etc."

Ye Jianwen picked up a tea tree mushroom and asked curiously, "This is the tea tree mushroom?" ”

"Yes."

"I've never heard of this being edible before."

"That's what an old doctor I met said, and he said that there are many benefits to making soup with this product."

Ye Jianwen tasted the tea tree mushroom chicken soup and nodded with satisfaction, "It tastes good." ”

"Come on, try stir-fried chicken."

Ye Jianwen frowned and asked curiously, "Tian Ji?" What is this? ”

"Chicken in the field, you try the taste."

Everyone in the family was curious when they heard it, and each sandwiched a piece of field chicken, and when they tasted it, their faces showed a look of love.

Liu asked, "Second sister-in-law, did you do all this?" ”

Wen Ning nodded, "I don't know if it's to everyone's appetite." ”

"The taste is good, and I haven't been able to taste such a delicacy in the big restaurants in the county." Ye Jianwen responded, "I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so exquisite." ”

"The husband is overrated."

Ye Jianwen frowned slightly, feeling that Wen Ning's speech was much more elegant than before.

After the meal, due to the initial recovery of the disease, Wen Ning took the initiative to help clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and washed the dishes and chopsticks by the way.

When washing the dishes and chopsticks, Wen Ning was thinking about how he would deal with it if Ye Jianwen did something to him tonight and wanted himself? Is it accepted? Or refusal?

It's hard to say yes if you refuse, after all, your current identity is Ye Jianwen's wife, and accepting it seems a little sudden, after all, Wen Ning himself doesn't have much affection for Ye Jianwen.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't come up with a plan, so Wen Ning could only act at the opportunity.

When he returned to the house, Ye Jianwen hadn't slept yet, standing at the round table, holding a brush in his hand.

Wen Ning walked to Ye Jianwen's side and saw a painting on the table, the painting was just painted by Ye Jianwen, there were moons, mountains, and clouds in the painting.

"Where is the scenery painted by the husband?" Wen Ning asked.

"If you have nothing to do, you can paint it casually, not where the scenery is, don't laugh."

"May I add a poem?"

Ye Jianwen was a little surprised, "Oh? Can you poetry? ”

"A little bit."

Wen Ning took the brush in Ye Jianwen's hand and gently wrote a poem in the upper left corner of the painting.

"The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds." Ye Jianwen frowned, like tasting tea, savoring the verses, "Who wrote this poem?" How have you never heard of it? ”

Wen Ning put down the brush and smiled, according to the memory of the original owner, this world does not seem to coincide with the world in which Wen Ning lived, so the verses in the original world have not appeared here.

"I heard a scholar read it before, so I just wrote it down."

"Aren't you illiterate?"

"Everyone in the world says that a woman is virtuous if she is not talented, and I dare not let the world know that I am literate."

"Oh? It's true? ”

Wen Ning smiled faintly, not nodding or shaking his head.

Ye Jianwen's gaze slowly moved from the drawing paper to Wen Ning.

"Your words don't seem to be simple."

Wen Ning looked down at her brush words, calligraphy, among the young generation in the 21st century, many people have learned, and there are many calligraphy training classes in various ways, and Wen Ning has always liked Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, so her brush words have a bit of Wang Xizhi's taste.

Ye Jianwen looked at Wen Ning, and became more and more reminiscent.

"You don't seem to be the same as you used to be."

"Oh? What's the difference, fat or thin? ”

"It's not about appearance, it's just about giving people the temperament."

"The husband laughed."