Wan Niang opened her voice and shouted, "Ci Yi, it's time to eat!"
The neighbors next door could hear the shout, but Fu Ciyi didn't say anything.
Yan Funing stood up: "Mom, I'll go take a look."
I wonder if Fu Ciyi made a spelling mistake when his mother-in-law called out to him?
Yan Funing took a few quick steps and saw that he was writing furiously. Nothing seemed amiss, so she felt relieved and asked softly, "Do you want me to save the food or bring it to you?"
Fu Ciyi's voice was cold: "No need to bother."
He didn't want to bother her to bring him food.
"Then go and eat quickly. The food won't taste good if it gets cold." After a pause, she added, "Everyone is waiting for you."
Fu Ciyi then stood up and said, "Let's eat."
Yan Funing's dark eyebrows moved slightly, she always felt that he was a little weird.
Maybe it’s because as a teacher, I have very little time to copy books?
The whole family took their bowls and started eating.
Wan Niang couldn't help but praise: "The fried tofu has absorbed the gravy and is delicious."
Fu Beimo said politely, "It's mainly because of my sister-in-law's good cooking skills!" Then, he changed the subject, "And I'm also very good at poking fried tofu."
"It's very good." Yan Funing couldn't help but smile. "Once it's frozen, it'll be like fried tofu jelly. It'll have a unique flavor."
After saying that, she took a bite, and the juice dripped down her lips.
She licked it quickly and pursed her lips.
Feeling that this behavior was indecent, he quietly raised his hand to cover it.
Fu Ciyi, who was sitting to her left, saw it all. Although she raised her hand to cover it, the way her tongue swiped across the soup...
Even when he lowered his eyes to eat, the cherry-red lips were still imprinted in his mind.
This made him feel even more irritated for no reason.
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The taro juice is sticky and surprisingly delicious when mixed with rice, but there is very little juice.
Fu Nanyao and Fu Beimo fought over it, and finally Wanniang decided to give it half to each of them.
The rice with the sauce was quickly finished, but although my stomach was full, my eyes were not.
Yan Funing asked them to get more rice and eat more dishes.
Fu Nanyao stared at her, as if asking, can she have another bowl?
Yan Funing smiled and said, "Go get more if you want to eat. We don't lack rice at home now."
Fu Nanyao suddenly became happy, but when she thought about how petty she was before, she felt even more narrow-minded.
Everyone enjoyed their lunch, except Fu Ciyi, who didn't eat much.
Seeing that he was in a rather unwell state, Yan Funing helped him pick up a piece of meat and a piece of fried tofu. "Is there something wrong with the village school?"
She picked up some food for him with her chopsticks, and Fu Ciyi's mood suddenly improved.
"I'm thinking about not coming back at night, so I can save more time."
"That won't work!" Wan Niang said, "Our home is at the foot of the mountain. What if a wild animal comes over at night? What should we do?" She was worried that her son would insist on staying in the village school to sleep. How could she hold her grandson then? So she asked Yan Funing, "I heard a wolf howling last night. Funing, did you hear it?"
Yan Funing shook her head: "I fell asleep and didn't hear it."
"I'm full." Fu Ciyi put down his chopsticks. "Whether you should sleep in the village school or not, I'll consider it."
After saying that, he stood up and left the main room.
Yan Funing had finished her meal, so she said to Wan Niang, her mother and her two children, "Eat slowly," and went to chase Fu Ciyi.
She is afraid of wild animals.
I hurried to catch up with him and asked, "Is it true that there are wild animals coming to the village?"
Fu Ciyi walked to the door of the west wing and stopped, pointing at the door with his chin: "Yes, you saw the claw marks on the door of our house, right? They were left by the wild wolf."
On the pitch-black door, there were several deep wolf claw marks, revealing the original color of the wood.
Yan Funing clutched the collar of her clothes over her chest, her heart pounding in her chest.
In this case, she dared not sleep alone!
Then she grabbed his sleeve and squeezed it tightly: "You go to the village school to teach, and you have to come back to sleep at night, okay?"
The tone is mournful and moving, and the voice is pitiful.
Fu Ciyi said calmly, "Lock the door so the wolf can't get in."
The voice was cold and clear, as if it was made of pearls and jade, but it made Yan Funing feel uneasy.
Even if the wolf can't get in, she will still be afraid!
Pursing her lips, she still asked, "Do you mean to sleep in the village school from now on?"
Fu Ciyi was indifferent for a moment, watching her beautiful eyes gradually covered with a layer of mist, which was about to gather and turn into tears.
For a moment, he wanted to see her cry, to hear her cry...
But unexpectedly, she blinked and let go of his sleeve.
"I'm going to town tomorrow and ask Tong Cheng to make me a dagger." She stepped over the threshold, looked at the gap in the door, and said quickly and crisply, "I'll make a thinner dagger. If the wolf dares to try to pry at the door, I'll stab it through the crack!"
Fu Ciyi: “…”
Can't scare her?
The marks on the door were made by him with a nail when he was four years old.
Is she trying to stab him?
Fu Ciyi pressed his fist to his lips and coughed softly, his voice hoarse, "I'd better come back. Mother and Nan Yao and Bei Mo will be scared too."
Yan Funing: "Oh."
"Are you still going to the village school?" he asked.
"Here we go." She called to the main room, "Bei Mo."
Fu Beimo took a handful of chestnuts, and also took the few that Yan Funing had not eaten on the stove, and ran to his brother and sister-in-law.
“Sister-in-law, give it to me!”
Yan Funing took the chestnut and said, "Thank you, Bei Mo!"
The three of them said something to Wan Niang and left the house.
In the main hall, Fu Nanyao asked her mother, "Mom, do you like Yan Funing to be your daughter-in-law?"
"I like her! She's very filial!" Wan Niang said gently, "You should learn from her."
Fu Nanyao snorted: "Shouldn't she learn needlework from me?"
Wan Niang shook her head and sighed, "She's your sister-in-law. She treats you well, so you should treat her well too. What's the point of being so good with your own sister-in-law? It's actually not so effective with outsiders. She always helps you out. These past few days, you've been targeting her in every way. Don't you feel guilty?"
Fu Nanyao fell silent.
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On the way, Yan Funing said to Fu Ciyi, "Open your hands."
"What?"
Fu Ciyi spread out his hands as she said.
Yan Funing gave him two chestnuts.
Seeing this, Fu Beimo shouted, "Didn't sister-in-law put a plate for brother? These are for sister-in-law to eat! Sister-in-law always eats very little. Sister-in-law, don't just think about others, think about yourself!"
"Bei Mo is so sensible, and has a lot of great principles to talk about." Yan Funing reached out and touched his hair, "Bei Mo's hair is so soft."
Fu Beimo walked happily: "Hey, sister-in-law, if you want to touch, touch more."
Fu Ciyi pinched two chestnuts, and the bones on the back of his hand gradually became clear.
Suddenly, I heard her say, "I touched Tong Cheng's daughter Tong Ya's hair last time, and it was also very soft."
"Sister-in-law, do you treat me as a child?" Fu Beimo was unhappy.
Fu Ciyi raised the corners of his lips slightly.
With her slender jade-like fingers, she quickly peeled out a whole chestnut.
He handed the chestnut meat to Yan Funing's lips.
Yan Funing stopped and was stunned: "Food for me?"
"Yeah." He nodded.
Yan Funing didn't think much about it. She opened her red lips slightly and took the chestnut meat that was between his fingertips into her mouth.
When you put the whole chestnut into your mouth, one side of your cheek will bulge out immediately, which is very cute.
Just now, her lips just brushed against his fingertips.
Fu Ciyi put his hands behind his back, and rubbed his fingers unconsciously, and rubbed again...
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