After Entering the Wrong Bridal Chamber, I Went to Farm With the Sinister and Powerful Official

Chapter 50 Talk to each other late at night

Sprinkle some salt onto the oil residue, stir well, and set aside.

Then put the cut cabbage directly into the pot and stir-fry it. The pot is boiled with lard, so there is no need to add oil.

There was cooking in another pot, and the pork ribs were steamed on the rice rack.

The whole stove exudes the aroma of rice, pork ribs and stir-fry dishes.

This made Fu Beimo and Fu Nanyao swallowed.

After Fu Nanyao had dried her clothes, Fu Beimo hurriedly ran to the stove.

"Sister-in-law, what are we eating tonight?"

"Steamed ribs and stir-fry cabbage."

Yan Funing flipped the cabbage with a spatula and saw Fu Beimo standing in front of the bowl of lard residue and sucking saliva.

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

"I want to eat."

"Then take a pair of chopsticks and be careful to burn 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 crispy and delicious."

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

Fu Beimo nodded: "When eating, everyone will eat together."

"Okay." Yan Funing said, "You can help me add some firewood."

Fu Beimo answered and went to the back of the stove.

Fu Nanyao came in and asked, "What delicious food is Beimo just now?"

She can't leave.

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

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

After the food is ready, Fu Beimo will not let Yan Funing serve it anymore.

"My sister-in-law's fingers are burned. It's time to rest, I'll take it."

"Thank you Bei Mo!"

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

Soon, the family sat down.

Yan Funing said, "The ribs are steamed today, everyone should eat them."

"Funning can make different tricks with ribs alone. We are really lucky." Wan Niang was very satisfied with eating, "The meat is soft and rotten, and the bones can be chewed."

Fu Nanyao only then did she eat lard residue. She knew that her younger brother had eaten it in the stove just now, and was quite dissatisfied with it.

"Every day, there are ribs, cabbage, and radish, so can't they be replaced?"

She poked the rice and grabbed a piece of lard residue to eat.

Wanniang put down her chopsticks and said, "If you eat enough, go out."

Fu Beimo also said, "My sister says every time she eats a lot every time, and her face is so round. Do you have the nerve to say to her sister-in-law?"

"Mom, Bei Mo, why are you all helping her?" Fu Nanyao looked at her brother with help, "Brother..."

Yan Funing muttered in her heart, if Fu Nanyao could make the quarrel more intense, she could ask someone to leave early.

Someone has always been protecting her sister, and this time it will probably be maintained.

So waited quietly.

But unexpectedly, Fu Nanyao saw his brother lowering his eyes to eat. Although he couldn't see his expression, he suddenly recalled his brother's eyes just now, so he had to bury his head and eat.

Wanniang picked up the chopsticks again: "Okay, let's have dinner."

The main hall was quiet.

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It was night, and the people were quiet, and there was only the sound of the wind.

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

"At dinner, Nan Yao said that the dishes were the same. I thought I would go to the town to buy some tomorrow. You don't allow me to go alone, or I will bring them with me?"

Fu Ciyi's body moved slightly. Under the candlelight, his figure magnified on the wall, cageing her shadow in it...

It was like a shackle, leaving her nowhere to escape.

After a while, he said, "Don't worry, what Nan Yao said."

Yan Funing pursed her lips.

Listen, it's maintenance.

After all, she is an outsider, they are the family, and this is the most important thing to maintain. She is not angry or annoyed.

But she worked hard to cook and cook, and she would be the best to get a word of praise. If she couldn't get it, she wouldn't have a word of sarcasm.

However, she said this to him was not suitable.

Even if she had emotions, she shouldn't have scattered to him, after all, they had no problem with it when they were slighted.

Suddenly I remembered Cai Yu. If Cai Yu was by her side, she would have rolled up her sleeves and fought with someone.

It would cost a lot of money to bring Caiyu out of the Yan family, but she now has no such financial resources at all.

Then he was silent and folded his clothes.

He folded his clothes separately from his, and then opened them into the wooden box, with a considerable distance between them.

It seems like a chasm that is difficult to cross.

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

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"oh."

Yan Funning took the sheets and hung them in the middle of the bed as usual, fixing and fastening them at both ends.

Somehow, someone copied it until late at night today.

She was not inconvenient to take off her clothes and go to bed first, so she moved a round stool to sit at the table, watching him write calligraphy quietly.

Seeing her sitting obediently, Fu Ciyi didn't like her being too close to him, but he didn't drive her away.

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

Yan Fu wiped the tears from the yawning: "Oh, okay."

His voice is soft and he is particularly sweet and glutinous because of sleepiness.

Fu Ciyi tightened his hands while pinching the pen, and said, "If you are sleepy, go to bed first."

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

In fact, I was so sleepy that I couldn't sit still, so I just folded my arms and put them on the edge of the table.

"Your hands look so good, and the words you write are also good."

She blinked slowly, her eyes blurred and full of sleepiness.

As soon as a woman praised her for her good looks, Fu Ciyi coughed lightly: "The man's hand is not a woman's hand, so why should she be so beautiful?"

Yan Funing blurred her beautiful eyes and said seriously and seriously: "No, your hands are really good-looking, the hands of the best-looking man I have ever seen!"

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

His hands have even and slender joints, and his skin is as strong as jade.

Anyway, it looks very beautiful, and it grows in her aesthetic point.

Fu Ciyi thought to himself, she has the habit of staring at the man's hands?

How many men have she seen and how many men’s hands have she stared at?

Thinking of this, the speed of writing is much faster.

Suddenly, Yan Funing looked at her right hand. There was a scar on her palm, and the tip of her index finger was still burned, and the red marks were not gone.

Compared with him, it's so sad.

So he stopped looking at his hands and reached out to touch the wolf-haired pen hanging on the pen holder.

She gently stroked the stack of rice paper placed on the front of the table. The rice paper felt very good, and she couldn't help but touch it with her fingertips.

I was afraid that he would not allow her to touch his things, so I touched them quietly.

Fu Ciyi caught a glimpse of her series of small movements at the end of her eyes, which were aggrieved and pitiful.

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

His voice was low and as mellow as the night outside the window.

Yan Funing woke up immediately after falling asleep and sat up straight: "Are you willing to teach me?"

He said indifferently, "If you are stupid, I will not teach you anytime."

"I'm so smart."

Yan Fu said in her mouth, whispering her heart, and her requirements were still so high.

If you can't teach her well, shouldn't he beg her to review?

Of course, she can definitely learn well.

Fu Ciyi retorted coldly: "Will smart get burned?"

(End of this chapter)