Chapter 8 Are you a child? Hiding here and throwing a tantrum?
"Then I will."
Xu Yu muttered something and turned his head. It seemed as if the back of his head had eyes and he said to himself, "I will stand up too."
"It's very smoky here, just follow my instructions."
Sang Zhixia didn't press for an opportunity to show off his skills. He simply sat down on a rock a few steps away and said slowly, "People need to be honest and the stove needs to be empty."
"Put some thin firewood in first, build it up a little, and then add more firewood when the flames start."
Xu Yu did as she said without a word. When he saw the flames rising, he thought in a trance, "Did you learn this when you were at your mother's house?"
Sang Zhixia touched her nose and said nonchalantly, "Yes."
"If you're hungry, you should do it yourself, right?"
Xu Yu's handsome face, which was mostly covered by black smoke, was half obscured by the leaping flames. Before Sang Zhixia could notice anything unusual, it quickly disappeared.
But he really did make Sang Zhixia watch and not interfere.
Wash the rice, put it into the pot, add water and cook.
As for the rest...
The former prince opened the flour bag, took a look, and chose to tie it up directly.
Don't force yourself to do something you don't know how to do.
As long as you have rice porridge to drink, you won’t starve to death.
Xu Yu cooked the dinner himself, and the result was a pot of very thick rice porridge.
Everyone, who were already starving, frowned as they looked at the pot of porridge on the table.
"That's it?"
"Is this what we're having for dinner?"
Xu Wenxiu was a little nervous when faced with doubts, but Xu Yu was very calm.
“That’s all I know.”
He picked up the bowl and scooped a bowl of porridge for the old man and the old lady, then added Xu Wenxiu's porridge. He casually said to Sang Zhixia, "Here, this is yours."
After searching through the stools, there were only five, and most people were standing.
Sang Zhixia took the bowl of porridge and consciously took a few steps back, spontaneously moving away from the possible center of the storm.
Sure enough, someone complained immediately.
Aunt Xu said, "I see there's still flour in the bag. Wouldn't it be better to make some pancakes or noodles than just plain porridge?"
“Who will do it?”
Xu Yu placed the porridge spoon into the pot with an ambiguous expression and said slowly, "The little cooking skills my mother had before were all done by the servants who would cut the vegetables, heat the stove, throw them into the pot, and then someone would stir-fry them."
"She doesn't know how to cook, and neither do Second Aunt and Third Aunt. My younger brothers and sisters have never touched the stove. If not this, what else can they eat?"
For the first three months, I ate dry bread every day.
At the beginning, some people were stubborn and refused to eat, but in the end, didn’t they survive by starving to death?
Aunt Xu's criticisms were exposed, and she was so angry that she could hardly hold the bowl.
"We are all elders, how can we cook?"
"Even if we need to learn this job, it should be done by the younger generation!"
If the Marquis' Mansion had not been raided, Sang Zhixia would have been the first granddaughter-in-law to marry into the Xu family.
In terms of closeness and age, she is indeed of the lowest status.
Before Sang Zhixia could even take a sip of porridge, a huge pot was placed over her head.
She was about to retort when Xu Yu said, "Second Aunt is right. This job should be done by the younger generation."
“So I didn’t do it?”
He reached out to wipe the rice grains from Xu Mingxu's mouth and said slowly, "Don't worry, Second Aunt, as long as there's no one at home to tend the stove, I'll make rice porridge for the whole day."
"Rice porridge may not taste good, but it won't kill you if you eat it."
After hearing this, Sang Zhixia lowered her head again.
Xu Yu usually doesn't talk much, but he will stand up when there are difficulties.
This is good, she doesn't intend to force herself to be the leader.
Second Aunt Xu, however, looked angry.
Just before she was about to burst out with her outrageous words, the old lady said coldly, "It's good enough to have porridge to drink. Why are you so picky?"
Everyone knows the situation at home.
Before this, no one, whether women or children, old or young, had ever had their hands stained by cooking smoke.
It is indeed inappropriate to hold on at this time.
Aunt Xu suppressed her dissatisfaction and drank two bowls of rice porridge. In the end, because she ate too slowly, she was directly assigned to wash the dishes.
The murmurs in the kitchen never stopped. Sang Zhixia was afraid that if she looked any longer she would be assigned to other tasks, so she quickly ran out.
West shed.
Xu Yu squatted on the wall, holding a handful of straw in his arms, frowning and thinking.
He said he had no hesitation about living in the west shed, but it really didn't seem like a place suitable for living.
Repair is necessary.
But for Xu Yu, repairing the roof was three times more unfamiliar than cooking.
He won't.
Xu Yu was seen frowning for a long time, and finally he picked up a few sticks and tried to put the straw on the rack.
But the breeze does not understand people’s sorrow. A gust of wind comes and the straw is gone in an instant.
Xu Yu then tried tying the straw to the rack with strips of cloth.
When he looked down, he saw that the tied straw had become a bundle, and the light leaking vertically was all from the sky.
This still doesn't work.
He tried back and forth several times until he had almost no straw left in his arms, but still had no idea how to fix the leaky roof.
Xu Yu paused for a long time as if in a daze, and without any warning, he punched the uneven earthen wall.
Sang Zhixia was startled by the sudden turn, and felt extremely complicated as she watched the bloodstains winding down the gray earth wall.
It's funny to say that all the Xu family members who came here after many twists and turns are crying and saying that they can't adapt and complain that their life is worse than death.
But Xu Yu, the dandy who had been despised for a long time, was like a strong bamboo that was bent and then bounced back in the wind, and he never showed any sign of discouragement.
It was not until this moment that Sang Zhixia sensed a hint of anger from his figure, which was so suppressed that his spine was curved.
A person born in the clouds suddenly falls to the earth. How can Xu Yu adapt better than others?
Sang Zhixia lamented her life of toil, picked up a bunch of dry straw at the foot of the wall, walked over and said jokingly, "I know the prince is a delicate and precious person, but things are about to change."
"Are you a child? Hiding here and having a tantrum?"
Xu Yu was startled suddenly and turned around to meet Sang Zhixia's calm face.
"That's enough."
She held the straw in her arms and looked up at the high earthen wall. She looked around and said in confusion, "There's no ladder here. How did you get up there?"
Xu Yu's eyes were reddened, and he turned his head awkwardly and said in a hoarse voice, "That's how I got up here."
Sang Zhixia tried to measure the height between the wall and the ground, and asked suspiciously, "Are you kidding me?"
Can people jump onto the wall in place?
Perhaps it was because her naive look was too funny, or perhaps it was because she was embarrassed and angry because she was caught in a scene that she didn't want to show to others.
In short, when Xu Yu turned his head again, there was more playfulness in his eyes.
"You want to come up?"
Sang Zhixia said unhappily, "What do you think?"
If she didn't go up to provide technical guidance, the roof would probably never be repaired.
Just as Sang Zhixia was thinking about finding a foothold, Xu Yu from the wall suddenly jumped down.
"Hey, why are you..."
"Oh my god!"
Sang Zhixia suddenly jumped up from the ground and grabbed the nearest thing in horror, completely unaware that she was hugging Xu Yu's waist.
After a scream, she was horrified to find herself standing on the wall!
Xu Yu raised his chin towards the ground.
"Isn't this coming up?"
Sang Zhixia looked down in disbelief, staring at Xu Yu as if he had seen a ghost: "You can fly?"
Xu Yu was slightly puzzled by her shock and said with a smile, "Is it strange that I can fly?"
The Jiaxing Marquisate was founded on military achievements and has been passed down through generations. Both the predecessors and descendants are proud of practicing martial arts and commanding the army.
As the eldest grandson, Xu Yu naturally never neglected the study of martial arts.
But the fact that he could fly was still unbelievable in Sang Zhixia's eyes.
She stammered, looking up and down, and was shocked for a long time. Just when she was about to free her hands to give a thumbs up, she realized belatedly that her hands were actually clasped around Xu Yu's waist.
She held him like this for a long time...
Sang Zhixia pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, coughed dryly, rubbed her hands and said, "It's a good skill to be able to fly. It saves me from having to find a ladder."
"Come on, I'll teach you how to repair the roof."
When he was bragging, Sang Zhixia really thought he could do it.
After all, this job doesn't seem to require much technical skills, and the reason for failure may be that Xu Yu has never done this job before.
But after the actual practice, Sang Zhixia fell silent.
Something seems to be wrong...
Why can’t the grass stay put?
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