Chapter 96: The Age of Knowledgeable Youths is Delicate and Soft (19)

As soon as I thought of the dark man, one came over to Tian Kanshang.

Yu Jue wore a burukan shoulder, revealing his muscles and protruding arms, and his bronzed skin looked smooth in the sun.

This color ...... Like a braised egg.

She couldn't imagine that Fu was black like this.

What kind of man should be as masculine as Yu Jue?

Nonsense!

Men should be as delicate as Fu Shi, and it would be better if they could be coquettish.

She wants a little white rabbit, not a little black rabbit!

Thinking about it, Fengzhi pressed the hat on her head down, and she couldn't get too tanned.

Yu Jue saw that the field was working in the Fu period, and the whole person was stunned for a moment.

Gu Ningsheng was injured yesterday and asked for leave today, he wanted to come to help Gu Ningsheng's field do some work, but he didn't expect that this famous lazy man Li Fengzhi would also help others work.

Yu Jue didn't have the heart to deal with the people in the village, just glanced at Fengzhi a few more times, and left in a hurry after seeing what she was doing.

Even if the lesbians from the city are squeamish, why is it ...... this Fu period?

He still needs a girl to help him work, it's really unusual!

After Fu Shi carried the pigweed to the pig farm, he wanted to help Fengzhi, and remembered the way Fengzhi worked neatly, so he finally went home.

He also dragged his feet when he went, so let's go home and study cooking.

As soon as he went back, Mrs. Li learned about what had happened, and scolded Fu Shi enough.

"It's really damning! You don't work in the field, let my maid do it for you! You're really ruthless! I usually don't want her to wash the bowl, do you dare to let her go to the ground? You're here to learn about our mother-in-law and grandson, right? Mrs. Li sat on the ground and howled.

Fu Shi's head was full of black lines, and he stood in place at a loss.

Seeing that he didn't react, Mrs. Li howled even louder, "My maid has never done such heavy work since she was a child, and she can't help with it!" Why is the life of our mother-in-law and grandson so bitter! ”

"......" Fu can be heard in the period.

This old woman just wants some benefits, and she can't let Feng Zhibai work for him.

"I'll cook for her." Fu Shi said in a low voice.

Mrs. Li's ears were sharp, and when she heard this, she was right: "She has helped you with the work, shouldn't you cook and deliver food?" In the future, you will cover all the food costs at home! You have to have three meals a day! ”

This kid has money in his family, at least during the time he lives in their house, he can pit a little bit and let him bear the cost of food during this time.

The money on Fengzhi can be kept and used after he is gone, so that they can hold on for a while longer.

"I see." Fu Shi's face was not very good.

He didn't plan to let Fengzhi help him work for free, but he felt a little embarrassed when Mrs. Li said this.

Mrs. Li got up from the ground and patted the ashes on her body, "Okay, there are not many things at home, tomorrow morning to catch up with the big set, you and Ya'er will go to the purchase point and come back." ”

When she had finished this, she turned and went back into the house, as if it wasn't her who had made a lot of noise just now.

Fu period: "......" hateful old lady! He's pit him again!

There is really nothing at home, there is still a little side dish yesterday, no oil and no seasoning, and there is no other way to do it except cooking.

Fu has never cooked, but he has eaten vegetable porridge, and it tastes okay with a little salt, and he plans to make this at noon.

It took a long time to make a fire, because he couldn't, and it hadn't been lit for a long time.

He didn't dare to ask the old lady for help, so he could only toss in the kitchen alone.

In the end, I figured out a pot of black, yellow, black and yellow vegetable porridge.

Fu Shi looked at himself and had no appetite, this firewood was not well controlled, and he kept floating firewood ashes into the pot, and he really couldn't stand the cleanliness fetish!

He can eat it, but he just can't get over that hurdle psychologically. (End of chapter)