As soon as he asked, Fu Beimo arrived at the kitchen door.
"Brother is back, sister-in-law, can we eat now?" He clutched his stomach pitifully, "I'm hungry."
Not really hungry.
Mainly because the pig’s trotters cooked by my sister-in-law are delicious.
After smelling the fragrance for the whole afternoon, my mouth is full of greed and I am almost drooling.
"We'll eat now." Yan Funing said to him, "Bei Mo, help serve the dishes."
Fu Beimo happily stepped into the kitchen, picked up a large bowl of braised pork trotters, took a deep breath of the meaty aroma, and then strode into the main room.
His eyes were fixed on the meat in the bowl. Every time he took a step, the meat in the bowl shook, looking very appetizing.
Fu Beimo swallowed and quickened his pace.
In the kitchen, Fu Ciyi glanced at Yan Funing: "What exactly is going on?"
Yan Funing pursed her lips and said softly, "Let's talk about it before we go to bed tonight."
Upon hearing this, Fu Ciyi's ears turned red again.
She wants to sleep in his arms?
Because his body is warm?
But, she could have asked her mother for a hot water bottle in advance today, so why did she ask him?
I wanted to ask, but Fu Beimo turned back and brought me a plate of stir-fried vegetables.
Seeing that his brother and sister-in-law were not moving, Fu Beimo shouted, "Brother and sister-in-law, hurry up, let's eat."
Fu Ciyi responded softly.
Well, it’s not impossible for him to sleep with some young woman in his arms for another night.
She was delicate and soft, and he held her warmly in his arms, so it was not like he couldn't sleep.
Didn’t you sleep soundly last night?
The couple took the bowls and chopsticks and went to the main room.
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At night.
Lu Wenfeng went to the teahouse.
When he pushed open the door of the private room they had arranged in advance, he was stunned by what he saw.
Zhang Tie and Zhang Tong looked painful. They closed their eyes and leaned back in their chairs, looking uncomfortable.
"You didn't complete the task?" Lu Wenfeng sat down.
Hearing the sound, Zhang Tie and Zhang Tong opened their eyes and sat up straight.
"No way. The mission was naturally completed." Zhang Tiedao.
Zhang Tong held out his hand: "Silver money."
Lu Wenfeng took out a bag of silver with a painful look on his face and asked worriedly, "Did he really get beaten?"
Zhang Tong: "I beat him up. He was so beaten that he ran around with his head in his hands."
Zhang Tie: "That guy doesn't dare to fart."
Lu Wenfeng asked again: "Did he get hit on the head?"
"Just pick the head."
Lu Wenfeng nodded and moved the purse over reluctantly.
Zhang Tong grabbed the bag, yanked it hard, and snatched it away. He opened the bag, counted the silver inside, and weighed it.
"Exactly fifty taels, not one tael less!" Lu Wenfeng felt heartbroken.
He only received a few taels of silver as monthly allowance, but these fifty taels were earned by begging his grandmother.
It is not easy to come by.
Fortunately, it was worth it to beat up Fu Ciyi to vent my anger.
When Zhang Tong saw that the amount of money was correct, he gave Zhang Tie a look.
The two were about to leave the private room when Lu Wenfeng stopped them: "Let me ask again, was that man's head hit hard?"
Zhang Tong clenched his fist and swung it towards Lu Wenfeng, then stopped mid-strike: "Look, a punch like this, do you think it's ruthless?"
"That's cruel, that's cruel." Lu Wenfeng moved aside and let the two men leave.
The two men left the private room and immediately covered their chests.
The kick I received in the evening was so severe that my ribs still hurt.
Fortunately, I got the money!
The two men hurried out of the teahouse and went to the alley, where they divided the silver in the purse into two.
Zhang Tong said softly, "Brother Tie, I think we shouldn't tell anyone about how we got kicked today."
Zhang Tie sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid? This is our first mission. If this gets out, who will come after us to beat people up or kill people?"
Zhang Tong nodded: "That's right!"
The two of them walked out of the alley and went their separate ways.
Lu Wenfeng spent fifty taels of silver in one go and felt very sad.
Being able to beat Fu Ciyi should have been a happy thing, but at this moment he couldn't feel happy at all.
Thinking of informing Fu Minghe of the result of the beating, he sent the servant beside him to Fu's house to deliver the message, while he himself buried his head in drinking tea.
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Qingshan Town, Baozhuang Village, Fujia.
After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms.
In the west wing, Fu Ciyi was reviewing his lessons as usual.
Yan Funing stopped practicing calligraphy and instead sat in bed reading a medical book.
Time passed by, and Fu Ciyi thought it was time for her to speak.
But she didn't say anything.
Until he was about to go to bed and wash up, she did not mention what they said in the kitchen in the evening.
When he returned to his room after washing up, he found that the bed sheets had been hung up and the quilt had been changed to fit two beds.
Seeing him come back, Yan Funing took out the purse she had sewn.
"Fu Ciyi, I want to discuss this with you. I'll give you this purse. Can you please let go of what happened last night?"
Fu Ciyi frowned slightly: "Is this what you are discussing?"
Yan Funing was a little confused: "What else?"
The man thought about it and finally asked, "Does your stomach hurt anymore?"
"It still hurts a little," she said honestly.
Fu Ciyi said calmly: "How about tonight..."
Before he could finish his words, Yan Funing moved the purse under his nose.
"Can you not care?"
"Yan Funing, didn't you make the purse because you caused me to have a stiff neck? How can a purse be used for two purposes?"
As he spoke, he searched the bed but couldn't find his underwear.
"What are you looking for?" she asked.
Fu Ciyi blushed slightly: "I, I tucked a pair of pants under the quilt, why are they gone now?"
"I washed it off and put it outside to dry."
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