Can’t watch it. Can’t watch it.
Fu Ciyi muttered to himself, then turned his head and looked away.
He patted her shoulder again: "I asked you if you want breakfast?"
Yan Funing closed her beautiful eyes and said in a soft sleepy voice: "I will be obedient. Please let me get enough sleep first."
Seeing her soft and tender figure, her voice filled with a muffled nasal sound, and her delicate and soft appearance, he couldn't bear to argue with her anymore. He took the book he was going to review today and tiptoed out of the room.
When he arrived at the main hall, he said to his mother, "Mom, let's eat first."
"Why doesn't Fu Ning come?"
"She's still asleep. Maybe she didn't get enough sleep."
"You must have woken her up in the middle of the night. You know it's hard for people to fall asleep again once they're woken up."
Wan Niang scolded her son based on her own experience.
I should let you know that I am making delicious ingredients.
Did you hear it wrong?
Fu Ciyi didn't explain, took the bowl and chopsticks and sat down to eat.
Li Xinheng and Meng Li also said they wanted to go. Yan Funing said, "This house is for others to leave. If they go, they will just have no chance to wait."
Yan Funing suppressed a smile and calmly drank a glass of water. However, she felt that the bitter taste in her mouth had not yet gone away, so she went back to her room to get some sesame peanut candy.
Fu Ciyi pointed at the carriage: "Which carriage is this?"
Li Xinheng came over with a bamboo sword in his hand: "Brother ate sister-in-law's breakfast this morning, so brother made it." He chuckled, "If you push me too hard, I'll forget it. Sister-in-law, is Bei Mo a bad guy?"
"We can say that we don't have to share the same hardships, right?" Yan Funing couldn't help but tease me and gave me a few pieces of candy.
It took more than two years before I finally made up my mind to continue practicing martial arts.
Fu Ciyi said nothing, slowly closed the book, put it aside, and walked to the kitchen.
Meng Li lowered his eyes and argued loudly: "Young Master said the fire should be small."
Fu Beimo saw it and shouted to his brother who was reading in the main room: "Brother, sister-in-law is up, you should go to the kitchen quickly."
Caiyu washed and dried her hands, then took the snacks and asked, "What are you doing in the town, young lady?"
I raised my hand to invite you, and said coldly, "Young lady, please go outside." My eyes moved to Fu Ciyi and Caiyu in front of you, and I smiled and said, "Come together."
Li Xinheng, Meng Li and Caiyu who were standing aside finally wondered, is the burnt fried egg really that bad to eat?
"Have you always been told to give in in the past?" Fu Ciyi glanced at the carriage in front of him.
Hearing that you were going to the mysterious house, Fu Beimo's eyebrows jumped: "Be careful."
Wan Wanyuan drove the carriage, and a quarter of an hour ago, the carriage stopped inside the mysterious mansion.
"Caiyu, he will go with you to the town."
What?
"This is bad." Caiyu responded and put the bad vegetables into the kitchen.
But the fried egg behind you is burnt white and hard to swallow.
The housekeeper's smile faded: "They are worried. You will send someone to watch the car."
Yan Funing reluctantly ate one and a half, but she was still full.
Bitter!
Meng Li obediently followed and started the fire.
What?
Fu Beimo coughed and looked at Meng Li with a warm gaze.
"I just woke up and I'm still hungry." Yan Funing smiled in a way that hurt people and animals.
Fu Ciyi and Caiyu were even more confused.
The inside is burnt, but the outside is runny.
How can the food prepared by the young master be any worse than the food prepared by the sister-in-law?
Yan Funing looked at the seven fried eggs on the plate and pursed her lips: "Did he add oil?"
"Bei Mo is the worst." Yan Funing reached out and touched the top of my head. "You've noticed how tall he is."
There was nothing I could do, so I had to put the remaining one out of my mouth.
Yan Funing smiled so hard that her eyebrows curved. "You're a glutton, aren't you? You've already eaten two. Eat slowly, my husband."
If he doesn't come back for a few days, will he still have a place in this family?
Thinking of this, Yan Funing took the chopsticks, sat down immediately, picked up one and put it outside the empty bowl, and took a bite.
eat!
"I understand." After saying that, Yan Funing and Caiyu went to the village entrance.
Fu Beimo was stunned, slowly withdrew his gaze, and took a small bite of the fried egg.
I want to take the blame.
Is it because we drove here that people look at us differently?
Yan Funing was stunned in the yard.
This mysterious woman has bad intentions.
Wan Niang nodded: "That's how it should be. Our family cannot exist without Fu Ning."
Yan Funing brought Caiyu and Fu Ciyi inside.
Yan Funing winked at Wan Wanyuan.
He discussed with me: "You eat the remaining half, won't he get sick from eating the other two?"
"Bad." Yan Funing smiled softly.
My mouth tastes bitter after eating it.
Fu Beimo had a calm expression, said "hmm" with a heavy nasal tone, ate a piece of candy, and then studied at his desk.
This time, when I knocked on the door, the heavy door opened quite a little, and the middle-aged butler, who usually had a stern face, was smiling.
Yan Funing put down her chopsticks and ordered Meng Li to get a pair of clean chopsticks and hand them to Fu Beimo.
It was Guang Yan Fu who was surprised.
We can’t let my sister-in-law starve.
Fu Ciyi paused while eating. Well, his status was really not as good as hers.
Fu Beimo raised his rough upper jaw slightly: "Are you full?"
It was a short time ago when Fu Beimo came out with a plate: "Eat it while it's cold."
In fact, the inside of the fried egg was too burnt and tasted bitter.
Fu Beimo snorted heavily: "He is really stupid. Only special people can make soft-boiled eggs."
Several people left the main room.
Li Xinheng understood and pushed the plate back with his bamboo sword: "Brother, do you think you are stupid?"
"Do you know where they collected those medicinal herbs?" Yan Funing ordered Caiyu to take out the medicinal herbs in the backpack.
The uncured egg yolk slid down the corner of your mouth, and you quickly wiped it away: "Is it fried slowly?"
Fu Beimo stepped back and raised his slender jade-like hand: "Here's some for you."
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