Shortly after the two returned home, they saw the Hu family carrying a dead tree and swaggering past their door.
Fu Beimo saw this and was so angry that he wanted to chase after her, but was stopped by Yan Funing.
"Sister-in-law, that wood is for us to pick oyster mushrooms."
He recognized it, there was no mistake.
Yan Funing said, "They treat the rotten wood as if it were a treasure. After a while, they'll have to find a place to throw it away."
Fu Beimo looked at the oyster mushrooms in the basket and said sadly, "We won't be able to pick them anymore."
"Even if more oyster mushrooms grow on that wood, there won't be many."
Yan Funing took out the oranges from the backpack.
Because it had been placed together with the oyster mushrooms, she rinsed it with water. She peeled the orange with her slender fingers and gave half of it to Fu Beimo: "Eat it."
Fu Beimo ate half an orange in two bites.
Fu Ciyi, who was washing his hands slowly, said: "..."
Who said I wanted to eat oranges with him?
She took out two oranges, gave one to the old man, and of the remaining one, she actually gave half to Bei Mo.
Bei Mo is his biological brother, so he reluctantly doesn't care.
At this moment, Yan Funing cut the remaining half of the orange into two and placed one of the two in his palm.
Fu Ciyi was stunned.
Yan Funing quickly finished her portion, her eyebrows furrowed. "Why is it so sour?"
"Is it sour?" Fu Ciyi slowly broke off a petal and ate it.
It's sweet, not sour at all.
Fu Beimo nodded honestly: "It is quite sour."
As long as it is given by his sister-in-law, he will eat it no matter how sour it is.
Yan Funing took an apple, and Fu Nanyao happened to enter the kitchen.
"Sister-in-law, I've already sewn the training pants and put them on the bed in the west wing. You can try them on when you have time."
"Sew so fast?"
Yan Funing washed the apple, cut it into two pieces, and gave one piece to Fu Nanyao first.
Fu Nanyao pinched the apple and took a bite. "There are only a few seams on these pants. They were sewn very quickly."
Yan Funing nodded, gave Fu Ciyi and Fu Beimo each an apple, and ate the remaining one herself.
"The oranges are too sour. I need to neutralize them."
Someone actually said that the orange was sweet.
After eating the apple, Yan Funing returned to her room.
A pair of ultramarine training pants lay on the bed, with drawstrings at the waist and hems for tightening.
I have to say that Fu Nanyao's tailoring skills are really good. I only scribbled a few strokes and she made it.
So he took the pants back to the kitchen and showed them to Fu Nanyao.
"It's the perfect length, just the style I wanted."
Fu Nanyao observed her expression carefully: "Sister-in-law, do you like this color?"
Yan Funing looked down at her pants and said in a pleasant voice, "I like it."
She chose the colors of the five pieces of cloth, so naturally she liked them.
Fu Nanyao smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, go put it on quickly and show it to us."
Yan Funing nodded and went back to her room to try it on.
In the kitchen, Fu Nanyao said to his brother, "Brother, did you hear that? Sister-in-law likes the color of your robe."
There is a hidden meaning.
Fu Ciyi remained silent.
Fu Beimo interrupted: "Where are my group of green robes?"
Fu Nanyao said impatiently, "I'll do it tomorrow."
Fu Beimo was dissatisfied: "Tomorrow? Yuanlian, you have to speed up your hands. I want to practice with my sister-in-law wearing the same color clothes."
Fu Nanyao frowned and pretended to pull the corner of Fu Beimo's mouth: "You called me chubby, and you have the nerve to ask me to speed up?"
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them started fighting.
The twins have been like this since they were young, and Fu Ciyi is no longer surprised.
Yan Funing came back and saw the chaos in the kitchen. She whispered, "Are you still looking at my pants?"
The two people who were fighting stopped fighting after hearing the sound, and looked at Yan Funing together with their brother.
She stood in front of me with a slender waist, looking graceful and elegant.
Because the trouser legs are wide, they look like a skirt at first glance, but they are quite comfortable to move in.
Fu Nanyao clapped her hands: "Not bad, not bad, my cooking skills are really good."
Fu Beimo also clapped his hands: "That's because sister-in-law looks good in anything she wears."
Yan Funing looked at Fu Ciyi and said, "Husband, can I do a horse stance with these pants?"
Fu Ciyi nodded slightly: "Probably."
In fact, he saw in the morning that her clothes were too tight to be suitable for practicing martial arts, and now he thought that the hem of her skirt was even less suitable for horse stance.
Yan Funing raised her hand to invite him: "Let's go to the courtyard and do horse stance. I'd like to ask for your guidance, Master!"
She wanted to make up for the practice she missed this morning.
"Sister-in-law, I can teach you too."
Fu Beimo left the kitchen first and got ready at the door of the main hall.
Fu Nanyao had difficulty walking and didn't like practicing martial arts, so he stayed in the kitchen to wash rice and vegetables.
Fu Ciyi walked into the yard and raised his hand about ten feet away from Fu Beimo, motioning Yan Funing to stand there.
Yan Funing stood obediently at the place he designated.
Fu Ciyi said calmly, "Put your feet slightly wider than your shoulders and bend your knees to squat."
Yan Funing did as he said.
Fu Ciyi continued, "Look straight ahead with your eyes and palms facing inward."
Yan Funing only stood there for a moment before she felt her legs begin to tremble.
Of course, I wanted to learn kung fu, so I had to persevere no matter what, so I gritted my teeth.
Fu Ciyi looked at Fu Beimo's posture and nodded with satisfaction. When he walked in front of Yan Funing, he frowned slightly.
The girl in front of him had legs that were shaking constantly, but she still persisted, making him unable to bear to expose her.
But her posture was a little off, so he walked behind her and gently touched her back with his fingers: "Keep your body centered, it will save a lot of energy."
Hearing this, Yan Funing straightened her back.
As she moved, her waist became more and more slender, barely able to be held in one hand.
After all, the new pants are different from skirts, and the fabric is more fitted to the body curves.
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