There was a lot of joy in the kitchen.
Yan Funing was recounting the funny things that happened in the restaurant today, and Fu Beimo would occasionally interject.
Wan Niang was happy to hear this, but she couldn't help but worry when she thought about her daughter-in-law going to town frequently: "Fu Ning is a girl after all. She must be careful when going to town in the future."
Yan Funing nodded: "Don't worry, mother, I will take Brother Li's car, he will always protect me."
"And me!" Fu Beimo shouted.
"Yes, and Bei Mo." Yan Funing smiled sweetly, "Bei Mo is peeling peanuts for me today."
Wan Niang: "Since Fu Ning came to our family, Bei Mo has become much more sensible."
Yan Funing then remembered that she didn't buy any snacks when she came back. She paused while frying the fish and apologized, "Bei Mo, I forgot to buy some delicious food. I'll have to buy it another day."
"It's okay." Fu Beimo poked his head out from behind the stove, the firelight reflected on his fair face, and he smiled, "As long as I have pork leg to eat, that's enough."
He is very sensible.
The room was quite quiet.
The two men had bigger appetites, and with the meat, they were full, so even if Fu Nanyao ate as much as she could, she would still feel full.
"It's a full inch smaller than the next measurement." Fu Nanyao leaned closer to you and asked loudly, "Are you intimate with your brother?"
Fu Nanyao then withdrew her hand and pinched her waist: "Your flesh is obedient, the flesh under sister-in-law is obedient."
Yan Funing looked at the measurements written on the paper: "It's all wrong. He should go back to his room."
Fu Beimo said calmly, "Go back to your room slowly."
Gao Fenyao ate with a big mouthful of oily food: "Sister-in-law is now the head of the shop, so she should make fewer sets of clothes. It's embarrassing to go out. Tomorrow you can help her tailor them."
"No time, no time."
Inside the door, Fu Beimo had just sent Fu Ciyi away when suddenly a rather angry voice of a grown man came from inside the door, telling me to retreat and persuade him.
Fu Nanyao chuckled and went back to the east wing.
Just like mother said, you should learn from your sister-in-law.
Inside the house, Gao Fenyao knew that Yan Funing was angry, and said with a playful smile: "Sister-in-law, don't be angry. If you also want that small, he will teach you."
Yan Funing said, "It's okay, just bring your mouth."
Only remarks like these make you angry.
Under the dinner table, Fu Ciyi raised his little finger: "I have always known that the food made by the young lady is not tasty. I ate it in the restaurant today. It is not a delicacy in the world!"
He felt very happy and went to the west wing to watch Fu Ciyi write.
"Yes, a fat guy." As soon as he started talking, Fu Ciyi pulled over a round stool and sat down beside the table. "This fat guy even modestly said that his pen name is Ma Shenxihu. Master, what do you think the young lady said?"
When it came to measuring the chest circumference, Fu Nanyao exclaimed, "Next time, it'll be the same number. Sister-in-law, what did he eat?"
"His leg can be cured."
He first followed the aroma to the kitchen and smiled: "Miss, I came here empty-handed today."
It's like being ordered to leave.
Yan Funing was so fooled by you that she could only confess: "I've grown slower since my first period."
"Sister-in-law has such long legs. I envy her so much."
Fu Nanyao held up eight fingers: "You are only eight months old. In a few days, you will be of marriageable age. Besides, your period came early, so your period will grow longer."
Fu Beimo pulled out a chair and sat down, spread out the book that had not been copied yet, and picked up the pen to write.
The aunt and sister-in-law went to the west wing to measure the dimensions.
Yan Funing refused: "Yeah."
Fu Nanyao picked up the paper, smiled heavily, and dragged his lame leg out of the west wing.
"Ah, you clearly have your period earlier than my sister-in-law, how come you're growing so fast?" Gao Fenyao pouted and pinched Yan Funing's waist with both hands. "My sister-in-law's waist is thinner than yours, and her breasts are smaller than yours. It's really frustrating to compare yourself to others."
Suddenly, Yan Funing said, "Fu Beimo, can he control his sister?"
Yan Funing smiled and said, "It's mainly because restaurants have fewer seasonings and smaller pots. Frying with oil is more convenient than at home. This way, the flavor will be richer."
"The young lady said that as long as you can understand it, it's fine. She also said that in the past, restaurants needed to write the names of dishes on water signs, and your husband could help write them." Fu Ciyi smiled, "Who is your husband? Is it the Master? Outside of the young lady's heart, the Master's handwriting is the worst."
It was already dark, and you saw the hot and dark light in your brother's eyes, so you thought he had just come over.
"Now that the weather is getting colder, I need to make a spring dress. Let's take your measurements tonight."
Those two things grew up on their own.
"If he doesn't have time, he can do it. If he does have time, it will be a hindrance."
Fu Nanyao nodded: "You believe what sister-in-law said."
Nothing bad to teach?
Fu Nanyao put down the ruler, moved closer to Yan Funing again, took your arm, shook it and acted coquettishly: "Bad sister-in-law, he will tell you."
Fu Beimo wondered what Yan Funing would say: "She would probably just say the other person's handwriting is bad."
Fu Beimo was delighted to hear this, and his writing speed actually slowed down a lot.
Nowadays, my sister-in-law wears more outer clothes, but her collar is still tight, which shows that her figure is really bad.
As you spoke, you looked at Yan Funing's collar and said, "When you helped your sister-in-law tailor her clothes, you deliberately made the size narrower, thinking that the weather was hot and she would need to wear less clothes outside."
No matter how harsh and mean the words that sister-in-law said were, you could just laugh them off.
Every time Fu Nanyao measured a size, he would take a pen and write it down on the rice paper.
"Fu Nanyao, what did he say?" Yan Funing suddenly lowered her voice.
I never expected that what I heard would nail my legs to the door.
“Bad, too.”
Yan Funing's waist started to itch when you touched her, and she took a step to the side: "Nan Yao, stop it!"
When you run into your brother, you say meaningfully, "You are unlucky, brother!"
Fu Beimo then hurried back to his room.
Li Xinheng was afraid that his loud voice would disturb the teacher while he was writing, so he kept silent.
Fu Nanyao nodded and shook the paper with the measurements written on it in her hand: "Brother, do you want to make a new set of clothes for me?"
Yan Funing moved the candle on the corner of the table to the middle of the table. When you saw me come back, you took out the calligraphy copybook I gave you and began to copy it carefully.
Gao Fentai put down his pen and walked slowly with Fu Ciyi to the kitchen to serve the dishes.
A quarter of an hour ago, Yan Funing called for dinner.
Yan Fu Ning reluctantly shook her head and advised, "He is older than you. He will grow taller as he grows older."
Yan Funing was suddenly choked.
Seeing the Master's handwriting was terrible, I couldn't help but choke back, "Today at Liu's Restaurant, the owner's son wrote terrible words and even pasted them on the wall as a sign. You were so embarrassed for me."
People always have hope. My sister-in-law is very positive and optimistic. You can learn something new every day.
"You..." Yan Funing raised her head and looked at her bulging chest, "You eat whatever he eats."
Fu Beimo said calmly: "Oh, the one without dimples and big fangs?"
Not long after, Li Xinheng arrived.
The two crucian carps were fried quickly. Yan Funing took the fish out and put them on a plate. After cleaning the wok, she started stir-frying the vegetables.
Everyone stopped and picked up the pork leg to eat.
Compared to the bustling kitchen, the west wing is quite quiet.
My brother is not blessed.
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