"How can this be?" he asked.
Yan Funing said honestly, "I got burned while serving the dumplings."
"No cotton towel?"
"Wrapped up."
"Are you stupid? One piece is not enough, wrap two pieces."
The voice is cold.
The burns hurt everywhere, and the pinching of his fingers hurt too. Now he called me stupid...
Yan Funing pursed her lips and endured it.
I couldn't help it any longer and wanted to dip my fingers into the cold water, so I muttered softly, "Please let me go, please?"
"I was just looking at how burned you were." Fu Ciyi's voice was clearly displeased.
"But you pinched me."
Her voice was low and small, with a hint of tears in it, and she looked delicate and pitiful. She was really spoiled to the extreme.
Fu Ciyi was shocked when he heard this.
The girl in front of me had slightly furrowed eyebrows, fear on her delicate face, and ripples in her watery eyes, like a delicate flower bullied by a violent storm.
His eyes narrowed. Why did it seem as if he had flirted with her?
He immediately let go of her finger and said indifferently: "You grabbed my finger at the cliff, and now I am just pinching it to see how bad it is."
Yan Funing understood his implication and said, "Then we are even."
Fu Ciyi didn't bother with her and scooped some water with a bowl.
"Go to the main hall and eat dumplings. Just dip your fingers in this bowl of water." Seeing her stunned, he said, "Aren't you leaving?"
"Oh, leaving..."
The two of them came to the main hall and sat down. Wan Niang said, "Let's eat."
Fu Nanyao ate dumplings, stretched out her own hand, and muttered, "I'm also holding dumplings, my hands are fine, why is it hers that has problems?"
Fu Ciyi: "Shut up."
Back in the kitchen, a certain woman was about to burst into tears. If Nan Yao were to make her cry now...
He was very annoyed.
Fu Nanyao was shocked that her brother was being mean to her and pouted in dissatisfaction: "Mom, listen, my brother is being mean to me!"
Wan Niang pretended not to hear.
Fu Beimo ate his dumplings while shaking his head, and then asked Yan Funing: "Sister-in-law, did your brother help you blow the flute?"
Yan Funing shook her head.
Fu Beimo said seriously: "Then I will help my sister-in-law blow it later."
Hearing this, Wan Niang accurately hit Fu Beimo on the head with the tip of her chopsticks.
Fu Beimo covered his head: "Mom, you hit me!"
"You are the one being beaten. Your sister-in-law has your brother. Why are you getting involved?"
"My brother doesn't feel sorry for my sister-in-law, but I do." He said seriously.
My sister-in-law is such a delicate person, we should treat her with great care.
His sister-in-law would praise him, thank him, make delicious food for him, and buy him candy, so he would feel sorry for his sister-in-law.
Wan Niang knew that the heartache her youngest son expressed was merely heartache, so she smiled helplessly.
She also hopes that her youngest son will be smarter so that he can find a wife in the future.
But now, after hearing his naive and childish words, she was afraid that her idea would be dashed.
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After I finished eating the dumplings, my fingers didn't hurt as much anymore.
Yan Funing suggested going to the fields to deal with the destroyed crops.
I had originally planned to buy some cloth and then change into some cloth before dealing with it, but now I can only tear up the cloth and make clothes myself. Making clothes myself would take a long time, and by then the crops would rot in the fields, which would be a big problem.
The only solution now is to deal with it as soon as possible.
Wan Niang said, "Let the brothers go. You have a burned hand, so just stay home."
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Yan Funing pinched her fingertips, but it still hurt a little, so she curled her fingers tightly. "If those crops rot in the ground, planting new ones will burn their roots."
Wan Niang pondered and said, "Yes, it takes a lot of people to deal with the crops in three acres of land."
Fu Ciyi said, "We all go, and mother stays at home."
Fu Nanyao pointed at herself in disbelief: "I want to go too?"
Fu Ciyi: "Take less, it won't affect your legs."
After saying that, the four of them went to the fields.
Because the weather is still cold, the harvested crops are wilting but not rotting yet.
The four men went into the fields, sorted the cut crops with their hands, pulled up the half that remained in the ground, and piled them all in the corner of the field.
There were also villagers working in the fields nearby, mostly dealing with weeds.
They saw four people from the Fu family coming to the field, especially Fu Wanniang's eldest son, who was very handsome. However, the cold expression on his face made them dare not whisper or talk about him, let alone insult him.
There was no noisy sound, Yan Funing and Fu Beimo smiled at each other, and they worked efficiently.
Just then, someone came over and said, "Can you give me the radishes and cabbages that were destroyed in your fields?"
Yan Funing raised her head and said, "Auntie, we can't eat those radishes and cabbages anymore."
The old lady said, "I know. I want to take some to feed my pigs."
"Feeding pigs is fine." Yan Funing looked at Fu Ciyi, wanting to know what he meant.
Fu Ciyi said calmly, "If you want it, come to the field and get it yourself."
The old lady smiled and said, "Of course, I'll go home and call my son to come along." As she spoke, she gave Yan Funing a long look and added, "It's too much trouble for you to tidy it up by hand. I have a rake at home, which will do it quicker."
Yan Funing smiled and thanked: "Thank you, Auntie!"
The old lady waved her hand and said, "No need to thank me. If that's the case, I should thank you for giving me the radish and cabbage."
She pointed to a few villagers and farm women working in the fields nearby and whispered, "I reckon they want it too, but they've scolded your family before, so they're too embarrassed to ask."
After saying that, hurry up and walk.
Hearing this, Yan Funing and the Fu brothers and sisters looked at each other, only Fu Beimo was still concentrating on tidying up.
The villagers in the nearby fields all lowered their heads, and some of the braver ones gathered together to chat.
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