Sprinkle a little salt on the oil residue, stir well and set aside.

Then put the chopped Chinese cabbage directly into the pot and stir-fry, and the pot is boiled through the lard, so that there is no need to put oil.

Rice was being cooked in another pot, and pork ribs were steaming on the rice rack.

The whole stove exudes the aroma of rice, pork ribs and stir-fried vegetables.

provoked Fu Beimo and Fu Nanyao to swallow their saliva.

After Fu Nanmiao dried his clothes, Fu Beimo hurriedly ran to the stove.

"Sister-in-law, what are we going to eat tonight?"

"Steamed pork ribs, stir-fried cabbage."

Yan Funing turned the cabbage with a spatula, and saw Fu Beimo standing in front of the bowl of lard residue on one side, sucking saliva.

Then he smiled and asked, "Do you want to eat?" ”

"I want to eat."

"Then you take a pair of chopsticks and be careful of burning your mouth."

"Okay." Fu Beimo picked up a lard residue with chopsticks, blew it and ate it, and praised, "Sister-in-law, what is this?" It's crunchy and delicious. ”

"It's lard residue, but you can't eat too much, it tastes good, fragrant and crispy."

Fu Beimo nodded: "Then when you eat, everyone eats together." ”

"Okay." Yan Fu said, "You help me add some firewood." ”

Fu Beimo should go down and go to the back of the stove.

Fu Nanyao came in and asked, "What is delicious to eat in Beimo?" ”

She can't be left behind.

Fu Beimo poked his head out from behind the stove: "That's a dish to be eaten at night, you are not allowed to eat it secretly." ”

Fu Nanyao glanced at the golden fragrant oil residue on the small table, pursed his lips, and walked away.

After all the meals were ready, Fu Beimo didn't let Yan Fu serve them.

"Sister-in-law's finger is burned, it's time to rest, I'll serve it."

"Thank you, Beimo!"

Yan Funing took the chopsticks and the small bowl of oil residue and went to the hall.

After a while, the family sat down.

Yan Fu Ning said: "The pork ribs are steamed today, everyone eat them quickly." ”

"Just the ribs, Fu Ning can make different tricks, we are really blessed." Wan Niang was very satisfied, "The meat is soft and rotten in the mouth, and the bones can be chewed." ”

Fu Nanyao ate the lard residue at this time, and she knew that her brother had eaten it in the stove just now, and she was quite dissatisfied with it.

"Every day it's pork ribs, cabbage, and radish, can't you change them?"

She poked the rice and ate it with a piece of lard residue.

Wan Niang put down her chopsticks snapped: "If you are full, go out." ”

Fu Beimo also said: "My sister says every time, she doesn't eat less every time, her face is so round, are you embarrassed to say sister-in-law?" ”

"Mother, Beimo, how can you all help her?" Fu Nanyao looked at his brother for help, "Brother......"

Yan Fu muttered in her heart, if Fu Nanyao could quarrel more intensely, she could ask someone to leave in advance.

Someone has always defended his sister, and he will probably do the same this time.

So he waited quietly.

But he didn't want to, Fu Nanyao saw his brother eating with his eyes down, although he couldn't see his expression, he suddenly remembered his brother's eyes, so he had to bury his head in the rice.

Wan Niang picked up the chopsticks again: "Okay, let's eat." ”

The hall was silent.

——

It's night, the night is quiet, only the sound of the wind.

Yan Funing sat on the edge of the bed folding clothes, while Fu Ciyi was copying at the desk.

"At dinner, Nan Yao said that the dishes were old, and I thought about going to the town tomorrow to buy some. You don't allow me to go alone, or I'll take Beimo with me? ”

Fu Ciyi's figure moved slightly, and in the candlelight, his figure magnified on the wall, enveloping her shadow in between......

It was like a shackle, so that she had nowhere to escape.

After a while, he said, "What Nan Yao said, don't worry. ”

Yan Funing pursed her lips.

Listen, it's maintenance.

She is an outsider after all, they are a family, and it is the most important thing to maintain in this way.

She wasn't angry, she wasn't annoyed.

It's just that she works hard to cook and cook, and it's best to get a compliment, but if she can't, don't be sarcastic.

However, it was inappropriate for her to say this to him.

Even if she had emotions, she shouldn't have lied to him, after all, they looked deeper and had nothing to do with it.

Suddenly remembered Caiyu, if Caiyu was beside her, she would definitely roll up her sleeves and fight with someone.

It would cost a lot of silver to bring Caiyu out of the strict family, and she didn't have the financial resources at all now.

Then there was silence and folded clothes.

He folded his own clothes separately from his, and then separated them into a wooden box, with a considerable distance in between.

It's like a chasm that is hard to bridge.

After copying two more pages, Fu Ciyi spoke again: "Tomorrow, I will go to town with you." ”

"Oh."

Yan Fu took the sheet and hung it in the middle of the bed as usual, and tied it at both ends.

Somehow, someone today copied it late into the night.

It was inconvenient for her to take off her clothes and go to bed first, so she moved a round stool and sat down at the table to watch him write with a brush and write quietly.

Seeing her sitting obediently, although Fu Ciyi didn't like her to be too close to him, he didn't catch her up.

Seeing her yawn one after another, he finally couldn't bear it, and explained: "This one is about to be copied, so I can take it to the bookstore tomorrow." ”

Yan Funing wiped away the tears that flowed from her yawn: "Oh, good. ”

The voice is soft, and because of sleepiness, it is particularly sweet and glutinous.

Fu Ciyi's hand holding the pen tightened, and said, "If you are sleepy, go to sleep first." ”

Yan Funing yawned again, shook her head and muttered, "I'm not sleepy." ”

In fact, he was a little sleepy and couldn't sit still, so he simply folded his arms and rested on the table.

"Your hands are so beautiful, and your writing is beautiful."

She blinked slowly, her eyes misty, sleepy.

As soon as he was praised by a woman for his good looks, Fu Ciyi coughed lightly: "A man's hand is not a woman's hand, why should it be so good-looking?" ”

Yan Fu stared at her beautiful eyes, and said seriously and seriously: "No, your hands are really good-looking, the most beautiful man's hands I have ever seen!" ”

The hands of those male stars on modern TV are not as good-looking as his.

The joints of his hands are even and slender, and his skin is like jade, which makes people feel very powerful at a glance.

Anyway, it's very good-looking, and it grows on her aesthetic point.

Fu Ciyi secretly wondered, does she have a habit of staring at a man's hand?

How many men has she seen, and how many men have she stared at?

When you think about it, you can write a lot faster.

Suddenly, Yan Funing looked at her right hand, there was a scar on the palm of her hand, and the tip of her index finger was burned, and the red marks had not disappeared.

Compared with him, it's so sad.

Then he stopped looking at his hand and reached for the wolf pen hanging on the pen stand.

She gently stroked the stack of rice paper placed at the front of the table, the rice paper felt so good that she couldn't help but touch it with her fingertips.

Afraid that he wouldn't allow her to touch his things, they all touched them quietly.

Fu Ciyi caught a glimpse of her series of small actions, aggrieved and pitiful.

"You want me to teach you how to read and write?"

The voice is deep and mellow like the night outside the window.

Yan Funing's drowsiness woke up and sat up straight: "Are you willing to teach me?" ”

He said lightly: "If you are stupid, I will not teach you at any time." ”

"I'm smart."

Yan Fu said on her lips, slandering in her heart, and her requirements were so high.

If she can't teach her well, shouldn't he review it?

Of course, she can definitely learn well.

Fu Ciyi retorted coldly: "Smart will still burn your hands? ”

(End of chapter)