Yan Funing didn't want to agree at first, but she caught a glimpse of the many tiny wounds on his hands. They looked like they were caused by the prickles of rice leaves.
Thinking back on the past few days, he always took her work...
I immediately pulled his hand and said, "Let's wash our hands first, and then apply it carefully."
The man's lips curled up slightly, and he let her pull him to the bathroom.
She scooped water into the basin and carefully helped him wash his hands.
After washing her hands and wiping him dry with a dry cotton towel, she pulled him back to the room.
The girl scooped out some ointment with her slender fingertips and spread it evenly on the palms and backs of his hands, carefully applying it to each finger.
The curve of Fu Ciyi's lips became more and more pronounced.
Suddenly, I heard her say, "What beautiful hands! They must not be rough anymore."
He then replied, "It's okay for a man's hands to be a little rough."
The girl muttered, "I don't like rough hands anyway. They feel uncomfortable to touch."
For some unknown reason, he asked, "Before I had these little wounds, did my hands feel comfortable to the touch?"
The girl nodded: "Yeah, comfortable."
Yan Funing immediately covered her mouth when she realized she had said such words.
Fu Ciyi had a smile on his lips, and there seemed to be a bright starry sky in his eyes.
Yan Funing pursed her lips. She was a hand control freak and couldn't bear to see her beautiful hands damaged. Just as she was about to open her mouth to explain, he touched her lips.
I actually forgot what I was going to say.
I only heard him say: "Actually, you and I are husband and wife. It's perfectly legal for you to touch me wherever you want."
After saying that, he withdrew his fingertips from her lips.
Fu Ciyi's Adam's apple paused slightly, and the delicate lips that he had just touched were now slightly open in surprise, as if tempting to be picked.
Yan Funing came back to her senses and reached out to push him: "Go back to your study."
"good."
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The next day, the sky was clear and the air was fresh.
Yan Funing thought that after harvesting the three mu of rice, she would need to replant the other crops, so she bought a lot of vegetable seeds at the market. She wanted to go back to the village, but was stopped by Fu Ciyi.
She had no other choice but to tell Li Xinheng, "Brother Li, you have cattle at home. Take Ali and Caiyu with you to plow the land and weed, and then help sow the seeds."
Li Xinheng patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, girl. Leave the farming to me."
Caiyu took the seeds, took Meng Li, and set off with Li Xinheng.
Yan Funing took Fu Beimo to the market again.
The custom wheelchair made at the woodworking shop has been completed.
The shop owner returned the design to Yan Funing and marveled at the wheelchair. "According to the shopkeeper's request, the chair is made of high-quality materials. Especially the two wheels, which are made of strong and crack-resistant wood. This novel chair is finally completed."
It takes longer than making a large bed.
Yan Funing took out her purse and asked, "How much is it?"
"The shopkeeper is also a regular customer, that's the amount."
The shopkeeper held up three fingers.
Yan Funing took out three small ingots.
The shopkeeper put three taels of silver into his pocket and asked casually, "Who is this chair for?"
Fu Beimo said: "My sister."
The shop owner lowered his voice and said, "I heard that the Fu family, who just moved to town, has a lame girl."
Yan Funing thought there was nothing to hide, and besides, if Fu Nanyao went out on the street in a wheelchair, the neighbors would see her.
"She's my sister-in-law."
The shop owner gave a thumbs up and said, "There are not many sisters-in-law as good as you these days."
Fu Beimo tilted his head proudly: "That's right, my sister-in-law is the best sister-in-law in the world."
Yan Funing smiled when she heard this, said goodbye to the owner, and let Fu Beimo push her wheelchair home.
As soon as he got home, Fu Beimo shouted, "Yuan Lian, your wheelchair is here."
Fu Nanyao left the east wing upon hearing the sound.
Seeing the chair with wheels in the courtyard, he was so happy that he limped a few steps.
Fu Beimo pushed the chair over and let her sit.
Yan Funing said, "Try it out. If you're not satisfied with anything, go back to the store and make changes."
Fu Nanyao was sitting in a wheelchair, and Fu Beimo pushed her around the courtyard again and again.
"Sister-in-law, I think it's very good and there is no need to modify it." Fu Nanyao was very satisfied.
"The main purpose of having a wheelchair like this is to make it easier to go out on the street. When I'm at home, it's better to be able to move around on my own."
Thinking that her legs still had to be broken and reconnected, Yan Funing stopped talking to avoid further disagreements.
Fu Nanyao was puzzled: "Sister-in-law made a custom wheelchair for me, so shouldn't I be able to sit in it all the time?"
Yan Funing patiently explained, "Sitting in a wheelchair for a long time will cause leg muscles to atrophy, so it's better to walk on your own if you can. As I said just now, the wheelchair is just for your convenience when you go out on the street."
Fu Beimo patted the wheelchair: "Yuanlian, just listen to what your sister-in-law says, why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Fu Nanyao pursed her lips and smiled at Yan Funing: "Sister-in-law, I understand."
Yan Funing nodded, said no more, and went back to her room to sew clothes.
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The next few days passed quite quickly.
The six acres of land are all planted with vegetables.
Yan Funing sewed a black brocade robe for Fu Ciyi.
Since this was her first time sewing men's clothes and her first time tailoring them, she was not very confident about how the robe would look on her.
I originally wanted to wait until his birthday on October 16th to give it to him, but after thinking about it, I decided it would be better to ask him to try as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, she went to the study with her robe in hand.
Fu Ciyi looked up and saw that she was hesitant to speak, so he asked, "Want me to try it on?"
"Um."
She really has no confidence.
He disliked the purse he had made earlier.
Nowadays, if such a large brocade robe is rejected, it would be quite difficult to sew it again.
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