There were a lot of shredded radish pancakes, so Yan Funing picked up two more and put them on the oil paper in Ali's hand.
Ali thanked him again with tears in his eyes.
Fu Nanyao looked at him and wrinkled her nose. "Just because your family is poor doesn't mean you shouldn't be so rude. You should wash your clothes."
Ali looked at the people from the Fu family and found that they were indeed clean. Not only did they have fair skin, but even their clothes were clean and tidy.
Especially Bei Mo's brother, there was not a single wrinkle on his clothes.
"I see."
Ali ran away holding the cake.
As he ran away, there was a slight sobbing sound, which Wan Niang heard.
This boy is a few months older than Fu Ning, but he is unable to live alone.
Thinking of this, Wan Niang felt even more distressed for her daughter-in-law.
The daughter-in-law earns money to support the family and also takes care of her blind mother-in-law. You won’t find such a good daughter in the world!
Then he said to his eldest son, "Ci Yi, treat Fu Ning well!"
Fu Ciyi was stunned. He was just talking about Ali, why did he suddenly say this?
However, I had to agree to my mother's words immediately, so I nodded in agreement.
Wan Niang sighed when she heard that her son deserved a perfunctory response.
Fu Ciyi noticed his mother's dissatisfaction, so he looked at Yan Funing and said, "Writing."
"Okay." Yan Funing said happily, "Mother, my husband is going to teach me how to write."
Wan Niang nodded and said, "Go ahead."
After the young couple returned to their room, Wan Niang asked her daughter to help them back to the west wing.
"I feel like your brother is lukewarm towards your sister-in-law. Other young men would love to stick to their wives all the time, but he, on the other hand, would rather stay two miles away from your sister-in-law."
Fu Nanyao didn't dare to say that she had asked her brother, and her brother said that he would not like Yan Funing.
Now that she knew about their two-year agreement, she understood why her brother and sister-in-law kept their distance.
And for this reason, she didn't dare tell her mother.
He just said, "Mom, you discovered it too, and I discovered it too."
Wan Niang sat on the edge of the bed and said, "How do we match them up?"
"Mom, I don't think we can do this openly. You know my brother's temper. He's too opinionated."
Wan Niang nodded: "You have a point."
The west wing at this moment.
Fu Ciyi cleared a space on the side of the desk, took out a brand new brush, and asked her, "Do you know how to write?"
Yan Funing: "Open the pen?"
Looking at her expression, Fu Ciyi knew she couldn't do it, so he said calmly: "Watch me drive."
"Yeah." Yan Funing nodded.
I saw his slender fingers gently twisting the pen from the tip to the root.
Then remove the loose hairs from the pen tip, hang the pen on the pen holder, with the pen tip hanging in the pen washer, and soak it in water.
Fu Ciyi did this and spoke again: "You can soak a new brush in cold or warm water, but never in boiling water."
"Okay, I understand."
"After soaking, use your hands to remove the glue from the brush hairs, squeeze out the water, straighten the tip of the brush, and then you can write with ink."
Yan Funing stretched out her hand: "I'll remove the glue."
She is already very good at smoothing the fur.
Now it is even easier to stroke the bristles of the brush.
Fu Ciyi handed her the new pen, then sat back in his chair and ate his shredded radish pancake.
Yan Funing glanced at him secretly while stroking her hair.
He ate two shredded radish pancakes so elegantly and slowly, inexplicably giving off the grace and elegance of a young man from a wealthy family.
No wonder the book says that the noble ladies in Beijing are eager to marry him.
Fu Ciyi's eyebrows did not move, but the way she looked at him had already caught his eye.
This woman is good at observing people's expressions.
After a moment, Yan Funing handed him the prepared pen for review.
Fu Ciyi said calmly, "You can dip it in ink and write."
Thinking the pancakes were delicious, he stood up and spread out the rice paper for her: "Five hundred horizontally. If there are no outstanding ones, add another five hundred."
After saying that, he took the plate and chopsticks and left the west wing.
Yan Funing thought he couldn't hear her and muttered, "He's so strict when teaching his wife. I wonder how strict he'll be when he teaches the students at the village school tomorrow? He'll definitely scare the students away!"
She really just wants to learn traditional Chinese characters and be able to write them.
She never thought of asking someone to teach her and forcing her to practice calligraphy well.
No, he went out and hasn't taught me how to write a horizontal stroke yet.
So I walked out of the house, but unexpectedly he was standing at the window with a plate and chopsticks in his hand, with no expression on his handsome face.
She was in the room just now and couldn't see him.
I saw it as soon as I stepped out of the door.
It's just like when you're in school nowadays and you're caught complaining behind your teacher's back.
Yan Funing pulled the corners of her lips awkwardly, her smile stiff. "Husband, Master, Fu Ciyi, that's not what I meant. I meant to be stricter. A strict teacher produces excellent students."
Just when Yan Funing thought he would be angry and punish her, he just smiled faintly and turned to go to the kitchen.
Are you going to let her go just like that?
Fu Ciyi came back soon.
He lifted his robe and sat down. His slender fingers tapped the rice paper at one end of the desk and he said lazily, "Write a thousand horizontal lines."
Woo woo woo, I was really punished.
Yan Funing sat down on the round stool with a bitter face and said aggrievedly, "But you haven't taught me how to write horizontal strokes yet."
If she wasn't taught, how could she possibly write beautiful horizontal strokes?
Fu Ciyi slowly raised his eyelids and looked at her: "Look at the way I hold the pen."
Yan Funing blinked. The hand in front of her was slender, white, with distinct joints, and extremely beautiful.
“Your hands are so pretty!”
"Yan Funing, flattery is useless, one thousand and one hundred horizontal."
Hearing the voice, Yan Funing lowered the corners of her lips.
She somewhat regretted asking him to teach her because he was too strict.
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