Yan Funing declined politely: "You don't have to take care of me like this."
Fu Ciyi pulled a chair over and sat next to the bed: "Let's talk."
She shook her head: "I don't want to talk."
She picked up the bowl and took a small sip: "Thank you for buying brown sugar for me and making ginger water for me."
Fu Ciyi clenched his fists and lied, "You deliberately kept your distance from me. Even Bei Mo noticed it, and even Mother couldn't see it, but she noticed it. After all, we are husband and wife now. If we get along like this, our family will get suspicious."
Yan Funing recalled her behavior over the past few days and found that she had indeed kept a considerable distance from him.
"So what do you think the relationship should be like from now on?"
She didn't want her mother-in-law and Bei Mo to be sad.
She could ignore many things, but she knew in her heart that in this family, Wan Niang gave her motherly warmth, and Bei Mo treated her sincerely.
Fu Ciyi: "Just like before, you don't have to deliberately keep your distance from me."
She looked up at him, her watery eyes staring at him without saying a word.
At this moment, Fu Ciyi really wanted to slap himself a few times.
There was nothing wrong with saying anything that night, but they had to argue about whether she was reserved or not.
In fact, when she touched his shoulder that night, she was afraid that if things continued to develop, she would not be able to control herself.
But I didn’t expect it to have such a strong impact.
He stood up and put the chair back next to the desk: "Take a rest."
After saying that, he left the house.
Fu Beimo and Ali were still in the fields.
As the weather gets warmer, weeds begin to grow and need to be weeded every now and then.
Fu Ciyi had no choice but to call Fu Nanyao to light the fire. He washed the rice and cooked it, and took a large cabbage to steam it.
Cabbage is easy to cut, just a few cuts are enough.
Just as he was cutting the bacon, thinking about the fruitless conversation, the kitchen knife tilted and he actually cut his hand.
He quickly put down the kitchen knife.
The kitchen knife and chopping board made a rapid sound.
Fu Nanyao, who was burning the fire, heard something was wrong and asked with concern, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, just a little skin broken."
Fu Nanyao stood up to check and saw that blood had covered the tip of his brother's index finger and was dripping onto the ground.
She hurriedly dragged her lame leg to look for Yan Funing: "Sister-in-law, my brother cut his hand."
It was her sister-in-law who had treated Bei Mo's cut arm earlier, and she had experience in treating wounds. Furthermore, she wanted to bring her brother and sister-in-law closer.
Before the footsteps arrived, anxious voices were heard into the west wing.
Yan Funing took a clean cloth and went to the kitchen: "How did you cut your finger? Is it serious?"
Fu Ciyi was washing his hands with cold water: "It's nothing serious, I just accidentally cut myself."
She walked up to him, grabbed his hand, wiped it dry with a clean cotton towel, and took a piece of cloth to wrap around his finger.
Fu Nanyao had a limp, and her speed in going back and forth was not as fast as Yan Funing's.
She saw her brother and sister-in-law in the kitchen, so she tactfully did not go in.
Her mother, who happened to be sitting in the main hall, called out to her, "Nan Yao, how did your brother cut his hand?"
She went to her mother.
In the kitchen, Fu Ciyi said, "It's just a minor injury, there's no need to do this."
He just had a small cut on the side of his left index finger, and since he was a man, it didn't matter if he had a scar.
Yan Funing insisted on bandaging it for him: "It's such a pity to have such a beautiful hand scarred."
She looked at the scar on the palm of her right hand. The scar was very faint, but still there.
She is a hand control freak. Her own hands are beautiful, but the scar on the palm of her hand makes her feel uncomfortable.
This pain made her unable to bear the sight of others looking pretty, and her hands became scarred.
Fu Ciyi also saw her scar.
He couldn't help but grab her hand, and gently stroked the scar on her palm with his fingertips: "It will go away."
The voice is warm and pleasant.
The repeated touches made Yan Funing's palms itch, and she wanted to retract her hands uncomfortably.
Although they are not a real couple, they are still a couple in name only, and hand contact is inevitable in their daily interactions.
No matter whether he was reserved or not, she would just treat him as a pedantic and conceited ancient man and just be herself.
But he shouldn't have touched her palm like that.
However, his injured hand clasped her wrist, making her afraid to struggle. She could only say to him, "I'll cut the remaining bacon. You go and write. Just call Nan Yao to light the fire."
Fu Ciyi said softly, "But you have a stomachache."
She bandaged him and suddenly felt that the cut on her finger was worth it.
"I drank some brown sugar ginger water and I feel much better." She pointed at the bacon with her chin, "Cut it up, put it on a plate and steam it, then I'll go back to my room."
Only then did Fu Ciyi let go of her hand and went to call Fu Nanyao to light a fire.
When Yan Funing returned to her room to rest, Fu Ciyi was already writing furiously.
After the scene in the kitchen, the two of them were now in the room together, still looking at each other in silence.
This state continued until the next morning.
Fu Ciyi said something to her and went to the village school.
In the afternoon, Li Xinheng came.
"Girl, I want to go into the mountains with you to dig for medicinal herbs."
He has a very loud voice.
Fu Nanyao called out to him, "Brother Li, my sister-in-law is not feeling well and will probably have to go into the mountains in a few days."
Yan Funing opened the door to the west wing and said, "I won't be there for a few days. Brother Li, last time I saw your mother drying vegetables on bamboo baskets. Does anyone in the village sell those bamboo baskets?"
Li Xinheng: "Girl wants it?"
"Well, I want to buy some bamboo plaques to dry medicinal herbs."
Li Xinheng scratched his head and said, "I made those bamboo plaques."
Fu Nanyao was surprised and asked, "Brother Li has this skill?"
Li Xinheng smiled awkwardly: "I have learned it since I was a child. Since it is inconvenient for you to go to the mountains these days, I came to help weave some bamboo plaques."
There was no bamboo at home, so Yan Funing called Fu Beimo and Ali, "Go to the bamboo forest and cut some bamboo."
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