The water scoop made of the gourd fell to the ground and broke in half.

Xia Yue didn't expect Changsheng to react so much, and was about to pick it up for a moment, but saw Changsheng bend down violently and pick up the water scoop, "This one is broken, I'll go get another one." ”

Xia Yue had never seen Changsheng's face so stiff and solemn, looking at him like this, Xia Yue was inexplicably distressed, and the words that she was about to say were choked in her throat.

Xia Yue: "Yes." With a sound, Changsheng turned around and left.

Xia Yue looked at the broken water scoop that couldn't scoop water, and was silent for a while and took the water scoop out.

After beating the water, Xia Yue didn't mention letting him learn to read and write, and only let him go back to his room to sleep.

Changsheng walked out, then thought of something and turned around, and dropped a sentence, "Daughter-in-law, don't be angry." "Then I went back to my room.

Xia Yue is naturally not angry, she is just a little distressed about Changsheng, because of her mental defects, she is ridiculed, so that even if he grows up and seems to have no haze, some of the pain still leaves a bane in the end.

Since he is so resistant to learning to read and write now, Xia Yue plans to put this matter on hold, anyway, it will be a long time in the future.

The summer was boring, taking a bath to wash away the sweat and fatigue of the body, the whole person was much refreshed, and when I returned to the room, I saw Changsheng with his back to the wall, and he had fallen asleep.

Xia Yue didn't wake him up, because his hair hadn't dried yet, so Xia Yue took out the wooden planks that she had selected before that was suitable for cooking.

The first is to steam the cake, the cake can not only be baked, but also made by steaming, but Xia Yue has not been steamed, only used the oven to do it, and it needs to be tested.

This is followed by fried snacks, steamed buns, oilfruits, hemp leaves and cat ears.

Among them, she has done hemp leaves and cat ears herself, but she doesn't waste anything, the only thing she worries about is oil.

Xia Yue saw that the Ye family did not have much oil, and it was generally based on meat oil. Stir-fried vegetables in meat oil are delicious, but not suitable for fried pasta snacks, one is the high cost of meat oil, and the other is that meat oil is good in summer, and it is easy to solidify in winter.

Xia Yue wrote down some concerns, and when she saw that her hair was dry, she put down the wooden plank, turned off the light, and went to bed.

In the past, Xia Yue was a night owl, and she hardly slept at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night. But now in ancient times, there was no entertainment after eating, and the last time I ran out after dark and almost had an accident, Xia Yue no longer dared to run around at night.

Now she almost sleeps at eight o'clock every night, which she could not have imagined before.

There is no pressure, and there is nothing to worry about, Xia Yue fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow, and the quality of sleep was very good.

Xia Yue slept, but Changsheng woke up, or he hadn't slept before, but he was afraid that Xia Yue would say something about literacy, so he kept pretending to be asleep.

Hearing his daughter-in-law's shallow breathing, Changsheng waited for a while, then quietly got up and climbed next to Xia Yue to see that she was sleeping soundly, and quietly got out of bed and put on her shoes.

Because of the lesson last time, Changsheng no longer dared to ask his daughter-in-law to test her when she was asleep, because he was afraid that he would wake up again if she was asleep.

After lighting the oil lamp, Changsheng looked back at Xia Yue on the bed, and saw that she was not awake, so he tiptoed to get the wooden board where Xia Yue had written before.

Xia Yue had worked hard to practice pen writing in her previous life, so the writing was very neat and beautiful. Although Changsheng is illiterate, he still has an appreciation for beautiful things.

"It's beautiful." Changsheng cherished the wooden board full of words, looked at it for a while, and secretly picked up the charcoal pen and compared it to the words on the wooden board.