The voice is low and soft, with unconscious coquettishness, and it hooks people for no reason.

Fu Ciyi's eyebrows moved slightly, and his eyes were as light as water.

Under deep investigation, his eyes contained a cold heart, as if he was riding this drying rack, he was extremely unwilling.

Yan Fu stared at the light and dodged for a while, and simply lowered her eyes. She clearly wanted to accuse, and the tone of her words changed suddenly.

I really can't blame her, she just needs to lower her voice, and she inexplicably has a coquettish meaning.

She didn't want to!

At this time, he didn't even have the courage to look at him.

Seeing that his brother didn't react, Fu Beimo shouted: "Sister-in-law can't reach it, I'll dry my clothes." ”

Fu Nanyao shook his head: "The clothes you dry must be crumpled, how can any woman be meticulous?" ”

Fu Beimo wrinkled his brows unhappily, took clean clothes and was about to put them on the bamboo pole.

Yan Funing: "Beimo." ”

Fu Ciyi: "North Mo." ”

Shocked by his brother and sister-in-law calling him together, Fu Beimo laughed: "It's so good, you call it again together." ”

Yan Funing: "......"

Fu Ciyi: "......"

"If you don't call, you won't call."

Fu Beimo muttered, and wanted to dry his clothes on the bamboo pole again.

"The bamboo pole hasn't been wiped clean yet, so don't dry it yet." Yan Funing shouted to him.

Almost at the same time, Fu Ciyi instructed: "Go fetch water and fill the tank." ”

Fu Beimo responded, put the clean clothes back in the big wooden basin, and went to the stove to carry the bucket.

To fill the water tank has to go back and forth many times, Yan Funing muttered in her heart, and saw someone re-kidnapping someone.

The shelf was re-erected, the bamboo pole was only an inch lower, Yan Funing didn't care, just raised her arms and tiptoed to rub it.

When you simply dry your clothes, you can throw them up and then smooth them, and it doesn't matter much.

Fu Ciyi washed his hands and went back to the room, and sat down to pick up a pen and copy the book.

With only a slight glance, he caught a glimpse of her tiptoe to dry her clothes, and saw her arms raised and delicately caressing the folds of her clothes.

Her waist is so thin?!

He frowned and pinched his brow in annoyance.

There are a lot of clothes, and three long bamboo poles have been dried, and when Rao is here, Fu Beimo is still carrying water.

He followed the example of his brother, carrying a bucket of water in each hand, panting profusely.

Yan Funing couldn't look at it, so she helped him carry one.

The bucket was filled with water, and it was heavy for her, so she carried it with both hands.

At this moment, Fu Ciyi suddenly said: "You don't have to fetch water today." ”

The voice is cold, and the expression is difficult to distinguish.

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When it was time to make lunch, Yan Funing went to the field to pick vegetables.

Fu Beimo followed along.

The crops that were cut off in the field had all wilted, Yan Fu sighed, so many crops rotted in the ground, it was not a way.

It can be collected and composted. But composting takes too long and there is nowhere to pile it.

If you turn them directly with the soil, there will be too many crops cut, and it will be easy to burn the seedlings when you plant grain and vegetables next time.

The only way to do this is to dispose of these wilted crops.

The uncle and sister-in-law plucked three radishes and one cabbage, and patted off the mud on the roots.

"Sister-in-law, I'm going to burn so many radishes today."

"Burn one, and leave two, I plan to make pickled radishes and drink them with porridge early in the morning."

"Good!"

The two went home talking and laughing.

When she got home, Yan Funing washed the radishes and Chinese cabbage.

The stove has two pots, and in the middle of the two pots there are two soup pots, in which water is prepared. When cooking rice, the temperature of the water in the soup can will also increase.

Yan Funing filled the soup pot with water, one pot was used to cook rice, and the other pot was used to cook vegetables.

After washing rice and releasing water, without saying anything, Fu Beimo began to light a fire and burn firewood.

There were three pork ribs left, Yan Funing chopped them all, put cold water into the pot, and began to cook the pork rib soup.

"Beimo, the other pot is also burning."

"Okay."

After the water boiled, Yan Funing removed the foam from the pork rib soup, then took a radish and cut it into pieces and put it in the soup.

The soup bubbled and soon the fragrance wafted out, and the whole courtyard was filled with the smell of meat.

Pork rib soup needs to be cooked for a longer time.

When the rice is cooked, the pork rib soup is still stewed.

Fu Beimo licked his lips and swallowed his saliva: "Sister-in-law, I'm hungry." ”

Yan Funing teased him: "The meal is already ready, do you want to eat some food first?" ”

"I want to eat sugar."

"It's honest, you watch the fire obediently, I'll go to the room and get it for you."

"Sister-in-law, I'm very well-behaved."

Yan Funing took a cotton towel to wipe off the water stains on her hands and walked out of the stove.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Fu Nan tiptoeing on his good legs, turning over his sun-dried clothes. One by one, even her dress helped to flip over.

Seeing this, Yan Fu Ning smiled at the corner of her lips.

Her titular sister-in-law is probably a knife-mouthed tofu heart.

Entering the West Wing, someone was quietly copying a book, and Yan Funing lightly took the remaining three caramels.

When he came to the courtyard, he took out a caramel from the paper bag and handed it to Fu Nan's mouth.

"Do you want to eat?"

Fu Nan glared at her, quickly leaned in and took it away, and then continued to turn over the clothes.

Yan Funing smiled lightly, returned to the stove, and gave the remaining two caramel to Fu Beimo.

Fu Beimo ate one: "Sister-in-law, I have one left for you." ”

Yan Funing shook her head: "I'll give you all to eat, eat slowly, after eating the two, the pork rib soup will be fine." ”

"Okay." He smiled and his eyebrows curled.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yan Funing split the Chinese cabbage, cut half into small pieces, and set aside half for the evening to eat.

Chop the cabbage quickly and set aside on a plate.

There was still a lot of time, so she simply cut the two turnips as well.

The radish is crisp and sharp, making a rhythmic sound on the cutting board. As soon as people listen to it, they feel that the knife skills are very high.

After a while, the radish is also cut.

She put the radish slices in a basin, took soy sauce and salt, added a little sugar, and stirred well.

Fu Beimo came over: "Sister-in-law, is this a pickled radish?" ”

"Well, there's little seasoning, so it's pickled."

Yan Funing nodded, turned around and sprinkled salt in the pork rib soup.

Finally, the pork rib soup is stewed, and after all the soup is served, wash the pot and fry the Chinese cabbage.

The speed of stir-frying Chinese cabbage is very fast, and it won't take long to get better.

When the food was brought to the hall, Wan Niang and Fu Nanyao didn't have to say anything, they waited early.

Even Fu Ciyi, who had to shout several times in the past, came slowly.

Yan Fu poured a bowl of soup and brought it to Wan Niang: "Mother, you drink it first." ”

"Okay." Wan Niang had a smile on her face, and said bluntly, "I'm just waiting for this fragrant soup." ”

The whole family eats with chopsticks, drinks soup and eats pork ribs.

The radish sucks up the fat of the ribs, and the ribs are stained with the fragrance of the radish, even if only salt is added, but the soup is unexpectedly delicious.

Because the soup is covered with a layer of fat, it can keep warm well, so the soup is warm in the stomach.

Fu Nanyao, who used to say a few cool words from time to time, rarely didn't make a sound, so he buried his head in eating.

Fu Beimo laughed at her: "I also said that pork ribs are something that dogs eat, and my sister is a puppy." ”

Fu Nanyao raised his eyes and glared at him: "Besides, I will eat your share." ”

Fu Beimo hurriedly guarded the food to ensure that she couldn't grab it, and then looked at Yan Funing aggrievedly: "Sister-in-law......"

(End of chapter)