Her voice was low and soft, filled with unconscious charm, which was inexplicably alluring.
Fu Ciyi's eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes were as calm as water.
Upon closer inspection, there was a bone-chilling coldness in his eyes, as if he was extremely reluctant to set up this clothesline.
Yan Funing's gaze dodged for a moment, then she simply lowered it. She clearly wanted to accuse him, but her tone suddenly changed.
You really can't blame her. She just needs to lower her voice and it inexplicably sounds like she's being coquettish.
She doesn't want to either!
At this moment, I don't even have the courage to look him in the eye.
Seeing that his brother didn't respond, Fu Beimo shouted, "Sister-in-law can't reach it, I'll hang the clothes."
Fu Nanyao shook her head: "The clothes you hang out to dry are bound to be wrinkled. How can they be as delicate as a woman's?"
Fu Beimo frowned unhappily, picked up the clean clothes and was about to put them on the bamboo pole.
Yan Funing: "Bei Mo."
Fu Ciyi: "Bei Mo."
Shocked that his brother and sister-in-law called him together, Fu Beimo laughed out loud: "That sounds nice, call him again together."
Yan Funing: "..."
Fu Ciyi: “…”
"If you don't want to call me, then don't call me."
Fu Beimo muttered something and started to hang clothes on the bamboo poles again.
"The bamboo poles haven't been wiped clean yet, so don't dry them in the sun yet." Yan Funing called out to him.
Almost at the same time, Fu Ciyi ordered: "Go get some water and fill the water tank."
Fu Beimo responded, put the clean clothes back into the large wooden basin, and went to the kitchen to get a bucket of water.
It would take many trips back and forth to fill the water tank, Yan Funing muttered to herself, and turned her head to see someone kidnapping the child again.
The rack was re-erected, and the bamboo pole was only an inch lower. Yan Funing didn't care. She raised her arm high and stood on tiptoe as long as she could touch it.
When hanging clothes to dry, I just shake them up and then smooth them out. It doesn’t matter much.
Fu Ciyi washed his hands and returned to his room, where he sat down and started copying.
Just by raising his head slightly, he caught a glimpse of her back as she stood on tiptoe to dry clothes. She raised her arms and carefully stroked the wrinkles on her clothes.
Her waist is so thin?!
He frowned and lowered his eyes, pinching his eyebrows in annoyance.
There were so many clothes that it took up three long bamboo poles to dry them. Even now, Fu Beimo was still grunting as he carried water.
He imitated his brother, carrying a bucket of water in each hand, and panting heavily.
Yan Funing couldn't bear it and helped him pick one up.
The bucket was filled with water and was very heavy for her, so she carried it with both hands.
At this moment, Fu Ciyi suddenly said, "No need to fetch water today."
His voice was cold and his expression was hard to discern.
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When it was time to make lunch, Yan Funing went to the fields to pick vegetables.
Fu Beimo followed happily.
The harvested crops in the fields had all wilted. Yan Funing sighed. It was not a good idea to let so many crops rot in the fields.
It can be collected and composted, but composting takes too long and there's nowhere to put it.
If you just turn them over with the soil, too much crops will be cut, and it will be easy to burn the seedlings when you plant crops or vegetables next time.
The only solution now is to get rid of these wilted crops.
The uncle and his sister-in-law pulled out three radishes and a cabbage and wiped off the mud on the roots.
"Sister-in-law, we need to cook so many radishes today."
"I'll burn one and leave two. I plan to make pickled radishes and drink them with porridge in the morning."
"good!"
The two returned home talking and laughing.
After returning home, Yan Funing washed the radishes and cabbages.
There are two pots on the stove, and between them are two soup pots with water in them. When the fire is burning and cooking, the temperature of the water in the soup pots will also rise.
Yan Funing filled the soup pot with water, using one pot to cook rice and the other to cook vegetables.
After washing the rice and draining the water, Fu Beimo started to make a fire and burn firewood without her saying anything.
There were three ribs left, so Yan Funing chopped them all up, poured cold water into the pot, and started cooking the rib soup.
"Bei Mo, light up the other pot too."
"Okay."
When the water boiled, Yan Funing skimmed off the foam on the pork ribs soup, then took a radish, cut it into pieces, and put it into the soup.
The soup was bubbling, and soon the fragrance wafted out, filling the whole yard with the aroma of meat.
Pork rib soup needs to be cooked longer.
While the rice is cooked, the pork rib soup is still stewing.
Fu Beimo licked his lips and swallowed: "Sister-in-law, I'm hungry."
Yan Funing teased him, "The meal is ready, why don't you eat something first?"
"I want some candy."
"You're quite honest. Just watch the fire and I'll get it for you in the room."
"Sister-in-law, I'm very good."
Yan Funing wiped the water stains on her hands with a cotton towel and left the kitchen.
When she looked up, she saw Fu Nanyao standing on her good leg, turning over the clothes that were drying. She turned over each piece of clothing, even her skirt.
Seeing this, Yan Funing smiled.
Her so-called sister-in-law is probably a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
Entering the west wing, someone was quietly copying a book. Yan Funing carefully took the three remaining candies.
He came to the yard, took out a piece of candy from the paper bag and handed it to Fu Nanyao's mouth.
"Do you want to eat?"
Fu Nanyao glared at her, quickly leaned over and took it in, then continued to turn her clothes inside out.
Yan Funing smiled gently, went back to the kitchen, and gave the remaining two candies to Fu Beimo.
Fu Beimo ate one and said, "Sister-in-law, I'll give you the remaining one."
Yan Funing shook her head: "I'll give them all to you. Eat slowly. After you finish two, the pork rib soup will be ready."
"Okay." He smiled with his eyebrows curved.
Taking advantage of this break, Yan Funing split the cabbage, cut half into small pieces, and saved the other half for dinner.
The cabbage is chopped quickly and placed on a plate for later use.
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