Chapter 37 Chapter 37

In the mirror, she had a dark circle around her mouth and a dirty face. With her dull expression, she looked like a sloppy little fool.

......

Jia Yourui's face suddenly flushed.

Was she talking to Guoye like this just now?

Jia Yourui bit her lip, feeling ashamed and a little angry. She was so angry.

Why didn't Guoye remind her just now?

Jia Yourui's dirty face was flushed with shame. She rushed to the kitchen to get water to wash her face.

......

Jia Guoye was putting food on the plate. Hearing footsteps, he saw Jia Yourui coming in.

Jia Yourui stopped and looked at him straight.

She pouted slightly, like a pitiful little girl, and looked at him with a look of resentment.

Jia Guoye was startled, and sincerely apologized to her: "I'm sorry."

Jia Yourui snorted softly, with a little pride, ignored him, and turned to fetch water.

...

Jia Yourui put the handkerchief she brought with her in the basin, and carried the basin to the wooden rack.

She first wet her face, then squeezed the handkerchief dry and wiped her face with a little force.

After wiping back and forth twice, she changed the water again, wiped twice more, and felt that it should be enough.

...

Jia Guoye was washing the pot, and suddenly heard Jia Yourui's voice:

"Can you help me, is my face clean?"

He turned his head to look.

Jia Yourui was closing her eyes and looking up at him. She

was too obedient.

Her innocent little face became white again, and her thick and long eyelashes were half dry and half wet. I felt sorry for her, but there was still a conspicuous thin black stain on her forehead.

Jia Guoye said, "There is a streak of dust on your forehead."

"Where?"

"Right."

Jia Yourui opened her eyes and took the wrung handkerchief with her right hand and was about to wipe it. Jia Guoye

immediately said, "No, it's on the left."

Jia Yourui handed him the handkerchief directly and said frankly, "Wipe it for me, I can't see it."

Jia Guoye hesitated.

Jia Yourui just looked at him like this, and she was a little uneasy in her heart, hoping that Jia Guoye would take the handkerchief.

She could sense Jia Guoye's reserve towards her and wanted the two of them to get closer.

...

"Wait a minute." He said softly.

Jia Guoye quickly walked to the water tank, scooped a bucket of water, walked to the yard and rinsed his hands carefully.

When he came back, he put down the bucket, wiped the water droplets on his hands with a cloth towel, and then took Jia Yourui's handkerchief.

Jia Yourui closed her eyes again and raised her head slightly to him.

...

The black dirt was wiped off bit by bit, revealing her originally fair forehead.

The skin was moist and fragile.

Jia Guoye did not dare to use even a little more strength, and his movements were slow and cautious.

"Okay." He said.

Jia Yourui opened her eyes, her eyes were very smart.

"Thank you."

She smiled generously and took the handkerchief.

"Yeah."

Jia Guoye didn't say much.

He turned around and continued to wash the pot.

...

When the two of them were eating, Jia Yourui asked him if he had done a lot of work in the morning and if he was tired.

Jia Guoye said that he just plowed the fields and was not very tired.

"What about you?"

Jia Guoye lowered his head to pick up vegetables and asked tentatively: "What did you do at home this morning and why did you go to the kitchen?"

Jia Yourui never asked about the kitchen before, and Jia Guoye didn't want her to do these things.

First, because she didn't know how to cook or chop wood, he was afraid that she would hurt her hands; second, Xiaorui had never done any housework at home, so why would he let Xiaorui do it?

In fact, Lin Fei didn't need to explain or warn him. Jia Guoye wanted Jia Yourui to live a carefree life more than anyone else.

...

Jia Yourui said, "Not long after I woke up this morning, sister Jia Yulin came home to see me..."

She looked at Jia Guoye and told him what happened this morning.

...

This morning, after Jia Yulin came home, Jia Yourui finished her porridge and rinsed the bowl with clean water. She was too idle to do anything.

Jia Yourui walked around the house, walked out of the door bored, and stood in a daze in the shade under the eaves.

There was a faint smell of cooking smoke in the air. It was time to cook.

Jia Guoye hadn't come back yet, so Jia Yourui walked into the kitchen to see if she could help.

Seeing a winter melon on the ground, Jia Yourui took a knife and cut off a ring, cut off the skin, and washed it with a basin of water from the water tank.

She hadn't cut vegetables for a long time, so she picked up the knife carefully and cut one piece after another slowly. She was very serious and a thin layer of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose.

It took Jia Yourui a long time to cut the whole ring of winter melon.

She put down the knife and rubbed her arms in relaxation.

Is there anything else she can do?

She can cook some simple meals, such as stir-fried potato shreds and tomato egg soup, but she used electric rice cookers and natural gas stoves before. Looking at the heavy and large wood stove, Jia Yourui felt a little unsure.

She might not be able to cook, but it shouldn't be difficult to make a fire, right? Jia Yourui thought so.

Next to the wood stove was a large wooden block and a pile of firewood. On the block was an axe, and on the surface of the block were crisscrossed marks of chopping wood in various depths and depths.

Jia Yourui carefully recalled the steps of using the wood stove.

First, you have to light a fire.

Yes, that's right.

Jia Yourui nodded.

There was a pile of dry straw next to the stove. Jia Yourui picked up a small handful, lit it with the match on the stove, and then put the straw into the stove.

So far, everything has gone well.

Jia Yourui smiled with relief.

Then it was time to put in the firewood. She picked out a thinner piece from the pile of firewood.

The pile of firewood collapsed a little, but Jia Yourui ignored it for the time being, thinking that she would tidy it up after the fire started.

The firewood was gently put on.

Snap, the fire went out.

?

Jia Yourui widened her eyes.

Jia Yourui did not give up, and lit another handful of straw and put it in.

Repeat the previous action.

...

Put the wood.

The fire went out again.

Isn't that the case?

Jia Yourui fell into doubt.

Should I chop the firewood into smaller pieces?

Jia Yourui lifted the heavy axe with great effort and placed a piece of firewood vertically.

With one blow of the axe, the firewood rolled far away.

She picked up the firewood and tried a few more times, but she also chopped the big wooden block every time.

Jia Yourui was so tired that her waist and back ached and she was sweating all over, but the firewood was only scratched a little.

There was no other way, she could only pick up the firewood again, put it horizontally on the wooden block, and finally chopped it crookedly with great effort.

Jia Yourui was sweating all over and fanned herself with her palms.

At this time, the fire in the stove had gone out. Jia Yourui lit a bunch of straw again and put the firewood she had chopped with great difficulty into the stove with hope.

Bang!

?

It went out again?

She was helpless, her hands hung down in despair, and she was gloomy and fell into endless sorrow.

At this time, Jia Yourui faintly heard the knock on the door outside...

After listening to her narration, Jia Guoye smiled in his eyes.

He said gently: "Don't take the axe next time, be careful not to hurt your hands."

Jia Yourui nodded, she also knew that she really didn't have the talent in this area.

Her eyes were bright, and she said: "Then I will help you cut the vegetables, I will do the preparation work, so that you can come back every day to light the fire and cook."

Jia Guoye wanted to say that there was no need to bother you.

But seeing Jia Yourui's enthusiastic look, he couldn't bear to refuse, and only said slowly: "Okay, but be careful with the knife."

"No problem." Jia Yourui said confidently: "Look, did I cut the winter melon pretty well today?"

Jia Guoye: "Indeed."

"That sister Jia Yulin," Jia Yourui asked curiously: "Is she a sister of Jia Yumin who came to our house to deliver fish last time?"

"Yes." Jia Guoye looked at her and said, "She is a sister."

"I think she is a good person." Jia Yourui said.

She recalled the way Jia Yulin apologized to her immediately when she said something wrong, and felt that this elder sister was very polite.

Hearing this, Jia Guoye's chopsticks paused.