Yan Funing: “???”
I have to go home and sleep.
What are you sleeping for?
She likes to sleep alone!
The two of them slept in the same bed, and she had to be very careful when turning over.
Occasionally, my arm would hit the hanging sheets, and I would wake up with a start, afraid of waking him up.
After all, they are different between men and women.
Fu Ciyi didn't know what was going on in her mind, so he said, "I'll take you to the village school this afternoon."
Before Yan Funing could speak, Fu Beimo's voice came from behind the stove: "I'm going too!"
Fearing that his brother would disagree, he simply stood up, walked to Yan Funing's side, and said in a long tone: "Sister-in-law... Bei Mo also wants to go..."
The young man spoke in this way, surprisingly without any sense of disobedience. Yan Funing chuckled and said to Fu Ciyi, "Then you can take Bei Mo and me with you."
Fu Ciyi said nothing.
Yan Funing lowered her head and cut the meat into pieces, each piece into square shapes.
After she finished cutting, she looked at Fu Ciyi again: "If you take a break at the village school during lunch in the future, should I bring you food?"
"Yes." Fu Ciyi continued to pick vegetables. "The village school is located between several villages. It's quite a distance from home to the school. It takes quite a while to go back and forth. I think I can do more copying in the afternoon."
Yan Funing smiled and said, "Bei Mo will go find the way, and he can help deliver the food."
Fu Beimo nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I'll deliver the meal."
Fu Ciyi said "hmm" again.
The voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard.
When Yan Funing was cutting the meat, she left a piece of lean meat and placed it in a corner of the chopping board.
She held her hand over the pot, but it wasn't hot enough, so she called out, "Bei Mo, turn up the heat."
Fu Beimo responded, quickly went to the back of the stove, took out a thick piece of firewood, and pushed it against his knees. With a snap, the firewood broke into two pieces and was stuffed into the fire.
Yan Funing first poured the fat into the pot, stirring it with a spatula, then turned her head to Fu Ciyi and said, "We need to buy a lunch box so that it will be convenient to carry the food with us."
Fu Ciyi said calmly, "Okay."
There is water on the washed meat. Once it is put into the pot and the fire is high, oil droplets splash out.
Yan Funing dodged to the side and saw Fu Ciyi stopped picking vegetables. She simply said to him, "You go copy the books now. Bei Mo and I will be in the kitchen."
Fu Ciyi didn't respond and walked straight out of the kitchen.
Yan Funing glanced at his back and said to Fu Beimo, "Is your brother a little confused?"
Fu Beimo stuck his head out, glanced outside the door, and muttered, "Isn't he always like this?"
Yan Funing thought to herself, okay, maybe it was her illusion.
He is a cold person. When he likes to talk to people, he will say a few words; when he doesn't like to talk to people, he won't say a word.
The fat in the pot quickly turned golden and produced a lot of lard. Yan Funing poured all the lean meat into the pot and stir-fried it.
When the lean meat was evenly coated with lard, she put down the spatula, took a pair of chopsticks and poked a small hole in each piece of fried tofu.
Seeing that she found it fun to do this, Fu Beimo was eager to try it.
"Sister-in-law, I want to play too."
Yan Funing put down her chopsticks and said, "Wash your hands, and I'll give you the rest."
"Hurrah!"
Fu Beimo washed his hands obediently, dried them, and then imitated Yan Funing and poked holes in the fried tofu.
As he kept poking, he became more and more playful. He didn't take any of them off, but put them on the chopsticks one by one, and then showed them to Yan Funing.
"Sister-in-law, look, does it look like a candied haws?"
Yan Funing smiled: "Resemble."
Fu Beimo then took off the string of fried tofu from the chopsticks, and then repeated this action until he had poked all the rest.
In the west wing, Fu Ciyi sat at the desk, looking at the nuts on the plate, and suddenly lost his appetite.
In the kitchen, Yan Funing poured the fried tofu into the meat pot and stirred it with a spatula.
The meat tastes better after being cooked for a long time, so she continued to pick the celery that Fu Ciyi had picked halfway.
Remove all the celery leaves, peel off the roots with a kitchen knife, wash and cut into sections.
Then cut the dried tofu into thick strips and cut the remaining lean meat into strips.
"Bei Mo, light up the other pot too."
"good!"
Fried tofu and braised pork takes a long time to cook, so Yan Funing planned to use another pot to stir-fry celery first and then cook rice.
Pour in oil, when the oil is hot, pour in the lean pork shreds and stir-fry, then pour in the celery and finally add the dried tofu.
The celery was stir-fried quickly, seasoned, and quickly served on a plate.
The weather was still cold, so Yan Funing took a bowl and placed it upside down on the plate of celery and placed it on the stove to keep it warm.
Clean the pan where you fried the celery, then peel the taro, slice it and place it on a plate.
Wash the rice, put it into the pot, add water, and steam the taro on the rice rack.
The whole set of movements is well-organized.
The aroma of food continued to waft out from the kitchen.
It was time for dinner. Fu Ciyi had porridge early in the morning, and now his stomach was empty.
I originally wanted to eat that plate of nuts.
Finally, he reached out and took two chestnuts to eat.
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In the east wing, Fu Nanyao also smelled the fragrance of food.
During this period of time, she ate the meals she cooked with peace of mind and often found fault with them. Now she thought that she shouldn't have done that.
Two years later, Yan Funing was no longer my sister-in-law.
She should have been happy to hear the news.
But at this moment, she couldn't be happy at all.
Logically, if my brother could pass the imperial examination, he would definitely be able to marry a noble lady from a prominent family.
But if you think about it realistically, how could a noble lady from a wealthy family look down on her lame sister-in-law?
Apart from scolding their family, humiliating her brother, and humiliating her, there is really no other fault that can be found in Yan Funing.
Of course, her inability to do needlework is a big disadvantage.
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