It’s also vegetable soup, but Yan Funing’s is more delicious.
So I asked, "How did you make this soup, sister-in-law?"
Yan Funing said frankly, "It would be a shame to throw away the leftover leaves from stir-frying the cabbage stalks, so I cooked them in duck broth. The flavor comes from the broth alone, without any other seasonings."
This dinner was the best meal they had since moving to the countryside. The taste buds of the Fu family and their four children were elevated to a higher level.
Even Wanniang, who usually only ate one bowl of rice, added half a bowl of rice.
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After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms.
Fu Ciyi was copying while Yan Funing was practicing horizontal calligraphy at the end of his desk.
The room was quiet, with only the sounds of turning pages and writing.
Suddenly, Fu Ciyi took out a copybook and placed it in front of Yan Funing.
"For me?"
Yan Funing paused her movement of writing, and saw four words written on the cover of the book in front of her: "Written by Ci Yi".
Fu Ciyi nodded: "Yes, they are all common characters. If you know these characters, you can probably understand the article."
Yan Funing put down her pen and turned the pages of the book. It was filled with common Chinese characters written in neat regular script.
“When did you write it?”
"I took it to the village school on the first day of school, and I just finished writing it today." He took out another blank notebook and gave it to her, "When you have practiced your handwriting, you can write one too."
She pushed the blank book back and said, "Keep this blank book for copying your imperial examination books."
He moved back to her again and said, "I bought two last time, and the owner gave me an extra one. This one is for you."
"Thank you!" Yan Funing picked up the blank book and flipped through it, smiling playfully, "I'll help you ward off the peach blossoms tomorrow."
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