She hung it in an inconspicuous corner to dry and covered it with her own clothes.
Such an action made Fu Ciyi curious.
She had just clearly seen that there was only a small piece of clothing in the basin, so why would she dawdle for so long?
When she moved away, the wind blew and the pink dress came out from beside her clothes, trembling in the wind.
Fu Ciyi was puzzled, and his eyes moved over inadvertently, and what he saw was...
Don’t look at what is indecent. Don’t look at what is indecent.
He lowered his head in panic and dropped the brush on the ground.
Yan Funing was returning to her room to put the wooden basin away. Just as her footsteps reached behind the curtain, she heard a snapping sound.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He said calmly, "I accidentally slipped and dropped the pen."
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After a while, Fu Beimo returned with Fu Nanyao, carrying a wooden basin.
Seeing the clothes drying on the bamboo poles fluttering in the wind, Fu Nanyao asked Fu Beimo to help take the bamboo poles down from the rack and use them to dry the clothes just like he did with his brother and sister-in-law's clothes.
Suddenly, the aroma of oil came from the kitchen.
Fu Beimo sniffed.
"It smells so good!" he shouted, "What delicious food is my sister-in-law making?"
"Boil lard."
Yan Funing's voice came from the kitchen.
Fu Beimo swallowed his saliva and urged Fu Nanyao: "Hurry up."
Fu Nanyao glared at him and quickened her movements.
The food a certain woman cooks is delicious, but we can’t let this brat take all the credit.
In the kitchen, Yan Funing poured the boiled lard into a bowl and the lard residue into the soup bowl.
There is not much fat, only half a bowl of lard, and only half a bowl of lard residue.
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