Yan Funing hurriedly shook her head at him.

Seeing that her son and daughter-in-law didn't react, Wanniang couldn't help asking: "What, you don't believe in your mother?" ”

Yan Fu Ning said with a smile: "Faith, naturally it is believed." ”

"Then the mother is waiting to hug her grandson?"

"Mother, you also have to consider our current situation. The husband wants to take the imperial examination. Nanyao's leg and Beimo's head injury, we have to make money to heal. This matter of having a child, there is no hurry. ”

Speaking of the dragon and phoenix fetus, Wan Niang's voice was lonely: "One leg and one head is not good, I have seen many doctors over the years." Thinking of her grandchildren, her voice became clear again, "Ci Yi's examination for the imperial examination does not conflict with giving birth to children, and my mother will bring you children." You think I'm blind, but my eyes are bright. How many of you have children, your mother and Nanyao and Beimo can take it. ”

The corners of Yan Funing's lips twitched when she heard this: "Mother, you go to the hall and sit down first, and when I chop the dumpling filling, I will make dumplings with you." ”

Hearing the food, Wan Niang nodded and agreed with her daughter-in-law to help her back to the hall.

After helping her mother-in-law to the chair and sitting down steadily, Yan Fu Ning immediately ran back to someone.

"Raw ......"

Sakura's lips opened slightly, and only then did she spit out a word, as if she couldn't say it right.

Fu Ciyi looked at her silently.

The eyes as deep as the sea seem to be able to reach people's hearts, making people have nothing to hide.

Yan Funing stomped her feet and whispered directly into his ear: "When you are in high school, some noble daughters of the family will help you give birth to children, you have to work hard to prepare for the exam!" ”

Fu Ciyi was stunned when he heard it.

Yan Funing walked out of the west wing quickly, seeing that he was stunned, she poked her head into the window, raised her arm and clenched her small fist.

Encouraged: "Come on, you can pick the best looking one at that time, and the child you give birth to will be beautiful." ”

By that time, they had already reconciled, and she didn't have to worry about being shackled by him. If she has the opportunity to see his child, she can smile and say: "Oh, that's my ex-husband's child, beautiful! 】

Thinking of this, she burst out laughing.

Then he happily ran back to the stove and chopped the dumpling filling.

The sound of babbling came from the stove, with excitement.

Hearing this, Fu Ciyi couldn't help but grit his back molars.

Talking about other women giving birth to him, why is she so happy?

The more she was happy, the more unhappy he was.

Inexplicably irritability welled up in my heart.

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Between the stoves, Yan Funing washed all the meat.

Thinking that the lard stir-fry was very fragrant, I planned to leave half of the fat for boiling lard.

Half a catty of fat is not much, but fortunately, the stall owner gave a small piece. Divide it flat, half chopped up, and half remain.

A pound of lean meat is all chopped, put it together with the fat meat and cabbage that has just been chopped, add soy sauce and salt, and add a little sugar to increase freshness, stir well.

There are no side seasonings at home, and the color of the meat filling is not bad with these concoctions.

More than a pound of meat is not much for a family of five, but with the addition of Chinese cabbage, the amount of filling goes up.

After adjusting the filling, Yan Funing prepared the dumpling wrappers with the noodles.

After the preparation was completed, the filling and the noodles were brought to the hall.

Wan Niang called the dragon and phoenix fetus over, and the four of them did it together.

The square table in the hall is large, and it is also spacious for the family to make dumplings together.

With the experience of making dumplings last time, Fu Beimo got started with dumplings this time. It's just that the shape is neither as round as the rice balls, nor as upturned as the dumplings.

Fu Nan laughed at him: "Why don't you wrap a round cake?" ”

Fu Beimo returned his mouth: "Is it as round as your face?" ”

Fu Nanyao: "Stinky North Mo!" ”

Fu Beimo raised his sleeve and sniffed himself: "It doesn't stink!" ”

Wan Niang laughed, such a day is very good.

After wrapping the dumplings, Yan Funing took them to the stove.

Nan Yao and Beimo were fighting with each other because they were just arguing, and they still had flour in their hands at the moment, so they were fighting with each other in the hall.

Yan Funing didn't call them to come to the fire, she lit the oiled paper kraft paper that had wrapped the ribs and meat in the morning, and then put the finely chopped firewood on it and ignited it.

The small firewood was quickly planted, and the large firewood was put on the table.

Sure enough, the fire went smoothly this time.

By the time Nan Yao and Beimo wanted to come to help light the fire, the fire in the stove was already very strong.

Fu Beimo clapped his hands and applauded: "Sister-in-law is smart!" ”

Fu Nanyao pouted: "Aren't you just going to make a fire?" ”

Regarding Fu Nanyao's attitude, Yan Funing is no longer surprised.

It's good that she can have the heart to come to the stove.

However, if she has the chance, she has to talk to her properly.

The water boiled quickly, and Yan Fu condensed the dumplings, adding cold water three times during the process, and then it came out of the pot.

The dumplings are piping hot.

She was already wrapped in a cotton towel around the edge of the bowl, and the tip of her index finger was still burned.

Walking halfway, I couldn't drop the bowl, so I had to grit my teeth and take the bowl to the hall.

"Shhhh

As soon as I put down the bowl, the burned part hurt my heart.

Wan Niang heard her extremely soft cry of pain, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, mother."

Yan Funing put her fingers in front of her lips and blew.

At this time, Fu Nanyao limped in.

Fu Beimo followed Yan Faning's example and also brought a bowl of dumplings.

Wan Niang said: "Hurry up and help my mother see your sister-in-law, is she hot?" ”

Fu Beimo saw Yan Funing's reddened fingertips at a glance: "Well, it's hot, it's painful, my sister-in-law's hands are red." He put the bowl on the table, "The soup is hot." ”

Wan Niang said anxiously: "Fu Ning, you go and rinse with cold water." ”

Yan Fu responded and returned to the stove.

Fu Nanyao spit out two words at her back: "Squeamish." ”

limped into the stove, took the cotton towel that Yan Funing put on the stove, and also brought a bowl of dumplings.

Walking halfway, she muttered in her heart, it was hot, and it wasn't to the level of a certain woman.

Could it be that a certain woman's skin is more delicate than hers?

Yan Fu Ning scooped the water with a scoop of water and dipped her fingers in the cold water, which made her feel better.

As soon as I took it out, it hurt again.

Fu Beimo came back to serve the dumplings, and seeing Yan Funing frowning, he walked back to the hall with the bowl quickly.

As soon as he put down the bowl, he ran to the west wing.

"Brother, my sister-in-law is injured, you go and take a look. If you don't go to see it, your sister-in-law will cry. ”

Seeing that his brother didn't move, he slapped the windowsill vigorously.

Fu Ciyi put down his pen and got up and went to the stove.

Fu Nanyao brought another bowl of dumplings, saw his brother coming over, and complained in a low voice: "She's so squeamish!" ”

Fu Ciyi's expression was indifferent, and he walked to Yan Funing in a few steps.

"Where's the injury?"

Yan Funing pinched her fingers: "It didn't hurt." ”

Fu Ciyi frowned.

Fu Beimo hurriedly said: "Hand, if you hurt your hand, my brother blow it quickly." ”

Hearing this, Fu Ciyi's eyes swept towards his younger brother who was pointing at the door.

The eyes are quite cold.

Fu Beimo shrunk his neck and obediently returned to the hall.

The fingertips hurt so badly that Yan Fu sighed that her body was not angry, so she had to dip her fingers in the cold water again.

Fu Ciyi: "I'll take a look." ”

Yan Funing: "Don't look, I'll soak it for a while." ”

She didn't show it, Fu Ciyi wanted to see it, so she pinched her index finger with two fingers without saying anything.

What caught my eye was a red mark across the fingertips, slightly swollen.

Yan Funing instinctively wanted to retract her hand, but was pinched by him.

(End of chapter)