Fu Ciyi was stunned.
At this moment, it seemed that nothing he said was right, so he stood up and said lightly: "I'm going back to my room to write."
After saying that, he walked out slowly.
"Listen, that's what he said."
Wan Niang shook her head, but her hand did not stop stroking Yan Funing.
Yan Funing narrowed her eyes and glanced sideways at someone.
Seeing his indifferent back, she thought to herself, is he taking his anger out on her?
After all, he was blamed by his mother.
Gotta smooth his fur.
Thinking of this, she stood up and said, "Mom, I bought meat and ribs this time."
Fu Beimo said happily: "I love eating spare ribs."
"Did you buy meat?" Wan Niang asked with a smile.
"Well, we've bought both the fat and lean meat. Let's make dumplings today."
After Yan Funing finished speaking, she put the meat and ribs into the kitchen, and placed the oil paper and kraft paper in the backpack next to the firewood in the stove. The grease-soaked paper could be used to ignite the firewood.
Then he carried the backpack back to the woodshed, washed his hands in the kitchen, and then returned to his room with the two paper bags.
Hearing her footsteps returning to the room, Fu Ciyi continued writing.
Yan Funing placed two paper packages, one large and one small, on the corner of the table and opened the package containing the candle and oil lamp first.
"We were running out of candles at home, so I bought some. I also bought a lamp called an oil-saving lamp. It has two layers, one on top and one on the bottom. There's a hole at the bottom for water to cool it down, and the top is for oil and a wick for lighting."
Fu Ciyi raised his eyes and saw a brown ceramic lamp.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yan Funing couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so she said, "Copying books at night is hard on the eyes. Using both an oil lamp and a candle will make it brighter."
Fu Ciyi's eyebrows moved slightly, and after a while he said, "You don't have to use them together. I can use the oil lamp, and you can take the candle to the main room."
Yan Funing thought about it and simply took the entire paper package containing the candle, oil lamp and wick to the main room.
Wan Niang, her mother and her two children were still in the main room.
Fu Nanyao saw her bring out another brown paper bag and couldn't help but mutter, "What good stuff is hidden inside? Did you want to hide it secretly just now?"
Wan Niang slapped her daughter's hand angrily: "How can you talk like that?"
Yan Funing smiled gently, put the paper package on the table and opened it.
"Mother, I bought a lamp and six candles. I wanted to use them as a light for my husband to use when he was copying books at night, but he asked me to bring the candles over."
"How can an oil lamp be brighter than a candle? This child..." Wan Niang felt sorry for her eldest son's understanding, so she said, "Fu Ning, put the oil lamp in the main room, and let Ci Yi use the candle. If one candle is not bright enough, light two."
In her opinion, eyes are the most important.
"Okay, Mom, I understand."
Yan Funing took out the oil lamp and wick and placed them on the table against the wall in the main room.
At this time, Wan Niang said to the twins, "The oil we eat can be used in oil lamps, but candles are expensive. When you lived in the Fu Mansion before, you didn't know that firewood, rice, oil, and salt cost money everywhere. Now you know, don't you?"
Fu Nanyao didn't believe it: "Really?"
Wan Niang turned towards Yan Fu Ning and said, "Fu Ning, tell me."
Yan Funing: "A pound of rapeseed oil costs fifty coins, and a candle costs twenty coins. If you use a pound of rapeseed oil to light an oil lamp, it will burn for a long time, but a candle will burn out in one night."
Hearing this, Fu Beimo said seriously, "Mother, sister-in-law, starting tonight, I will go back to my room to sleep in the dark."
Wan Niang laughed out loud: "Are you really teasing your mother?"
"I want to save the candles for my brother to use to copy books." Fu Beimo said seriously.
He is indeed a naive boy.
Yan Funing smiled and shook her head, deciding to go to town next time to buy a few more oil lamps, one for each room.
He took the candle back to his room and said to someone, "Mother said that the candle is for you to use for copying books."
Seeing her bring up her mother, Fu Ciyi said nothing more.
Yan Funing took a candy bean and ate it. It tasted sweet, so she pinched one and handed it over.
"Want some jelly beans?"
After being rejected last time, she didn't dare to get too close to him this time, and her fingertips were about half a foot away from him.
Fu Ciyi was writing seriously. When he heard about eating candy, he adjusted his sitting position and tilted his head indifferently.
With this movement, his lips just touched her fingertips.
His cool lips touched her warm fingertips.
Like a kiss on the fingertips.
Yan Funing was so frightened that she shuddered and quickly retracted her hand.
"You can't blame me, yes, yes, you came here on your own, I really don't want to take advantage of you!"
Looking at his gloomy face, she spoke a lot of words incoherently.
It’s not right to throw away the candy beans pinched between your fingertips, and it’s not right not to throw them away either.
Fu Ciyi said coldly: "Give it to me."
Yan Funing quickly took out the silver ingot from her purse.
"..." Fu Ciyi said, "It's not this thing."
Yan Funing was completely confused: "What do you want?"
What else could this woman give him?
Fu Ciyi closed his eyes, pinched his brows, and said coldly, "Sugar beans."
After saying that, he spread out his hands.
Yan Funing hurriedly placed the candy beans in his palm, and then instinctively shook her hand, as if this could get rid of the feeling of his lips on her fingertips.
However, this action made Fu Ciyi's face turn pale.
Is there poison on his lips?
Yan Funing stood there in a daze. Seeing him staring at her fingers, she had no choice but to put her hands behind her back.
I pinched my fingertips together, blaming myself in my heart. Why didn't I be smarter just now?
"If you don't want to eat that jelly bean, just throw it away."
I originally thought that if I gave her candles and some candy, she would ask him for advice.
I didn't expect things to turn out like this.
Fu Ciyi slowly put the candy beans back into the paper bag.
The atmosphere in the room was indeed awkward. He wanted to change the subject, so he asked, "Where's the malt sugar?"
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