Seeing that she looked miserable, Yuan Doudou knew she hadn't eaten enough, so she quickly gave her the steamed bun that An Rong had given her.
"Xiao Qian, you're not fat at all, eat without worry." Ye Xiao Qian is a martial artist who gets up at the crack of dawn every day to practice martial arts. He expends a lot of energy, gets hungry quickly, and eats a lot, which is normal.
Ye Xiaoqian hesitated and touched her chubby face. "Really? I'm not fat at all?"
She was willing to believe Yuan Doudou's words.
As for An Rong, he must have been disgusted by her eating too much, so he deliberately said he would gain weight to scare her.
“Auntie, you’re not fat at all.” Angie seemed to understand that Auntie Ye wanted to eat pancakes, but was afraid of gaining weight.
Ye Xiaoqian laughed so hard she almost fell over. Children don't lie, so what was there for her to worry about?
"Then I'll eat it."
After saying that, Ye Xiaoqian ate three more steamed buns in one go, leaving the plate empty.
She was still not satisfied and finished off the fried eggplant and noodles in her bowl.
Angie, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded. It was the first time he had ever seen someone who could eat so much.
I used to think my eldest uncle was a big eater, but he couldn't eat half as much as Aunt Ye.
"DouDou, your cooking is so delicious, especially the scrambled eggs with tomatoes. The eggs are tender and smooth, and the tomatoes are soft and flavorful."
She even dipped the steamed bun in the soup and ate it all up.
Yuan Doudou grinned: "I'll make it for you tomorrow."
The smile was somewhat forced. Ye Xiaoqian had an amazing appetite. She could stay for three to five days without any problem, but if she stayed for a long time, her family would definitely not be able to afford it.
She was alright; after all, Ye Xiaoqian had helped her, so it was only right that she eat and drink something.
An Rong simply couldn't bear it any longer, and a dark aura enveloped his handsome face.
After cleaning up the dishes, Yuan Doudou washed up and went to bed.
Anrong and Anji were reading and practicing calligraphy at the table, a very heartwarming scene.
This is the kind of life everyone longs for: a wife, kids, and a warm bed. And let me tell you, having a man at home doing heavy chores and teaching the kids to read and write is more satisfying than eating meat.
An Rong is a patient person. For just one horizontal stroke, he would correct An Ji as he wrote it. After more than ten times, An Ji finally wrote the horizontal stroke straight and with a pause.
Calligraphy is Yuan Doudou's weak point, so she usually teaches Anji to write with charcoal pencils.
She guessed that An Rong must be complaining, "What has your mother taught you at home? You're only three years old, and you can't even write a straight line."
"Daddy, I'm sleepy." After writing a full page of horizontal lines, Anji felt bored.
An Rong stroked his head and said, "Be good, finish writing this character before you go to sleep."
He pointed to the number three on the book.
"Three strokes to complete: two short horizontal strokes, one long horizontal stroke, and the three horizontal strokes are equidistant, slanted, and parallel." An Rong demonstrated earnestly, his voice deep and pleasant to the ear.
Yuan Doudou, listening from the side, even wanted to go over and learn to write with Anji.
Anji pouted. He knew how to write this character; his mother had taught him.
He took the brush, calm and composed, and with a few swift strokes, three characters appeared on the paper, each with distinct weight and symmetrical strokes.
"Well written, keep practicing tomorrow." An Rong thought to himself, "This is all thanks to Dou Dou."
Anji was probably tired from playing, so he wrote for a while, took a bath, went to bed, turned over a couple of times, and fell asleep.
"You should get some rest too," Yuan Doudou said, turning to An Rong, who was sitting upright, as she watched Anji fall asleep.
An Rong hesitated, then silently went out to wash up.
When he returned and mustered the courage to speak, he found that Yuan Doudou was already asleep.
Under the moonlight, Yuan Doudou's sleeping face was sweet. On her palm-sized face, her nose was small and straight, and her lips were as red as cherries.
His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned his face away, struggling to get into bed.
Fortunately, Angie was there to stop him, otherwise he was afraid he would lose his temper.
Yuan Doudou slept soundly through the night. When she opened her eyes, she saw that only Anji was sleeping in bed, and Anrong was no longer there.
She quickly got up, dressed, combed her long hair in front of the bronze mirror, rolled it up and coiled it behind her head, then wrapped it with a headscarf.
Having been here for so long, she has mastered the skills of styling hair.
"You're awake?" An Rong walked past Yuan Doudou as she stepped out of the main room.
He fenced off a mud pit in the yard, seemingly to make adobe bricks.
"What are you doing?" Your injuries haven't healed yet, why are you making such a fuss?
Yuan Doudou's knee injury still hurts, but it's much better than yesterday.
"Build a latrine." The only toilet in the house is a chamber pot, which is really inconvenient to use indoors.
Public toilet?
The thought of having a separate toilet immediately perked her up, "I'll help you."
An Rong didn't stop him, and continued to stir the yellow mud, adding rotten straw to increase its toughness.
Making your own bricks is very simple. Just pour the prepared mud into a mold, unmold it after it's shaped, and let it dry before using.
In just a short while, they had made about ten mud bricks.
"How much more is needed?" Yuan Doudou asked, bending over and sticking her butt out.
An Rong thought for a moment: "Ninety-eight yuan."
Yuan Doudou almost fainted after hearing this. Did a small outhouse really need so many bricks?
"Gurgle, gurgle." Yuan Doudou's stomach growled at an inopportune moment.
I ate less than usual last night, so I was very hungry when I woke up.
An Rong coldly told her not to spoil Ye Xiaoqian, who could eat and sleep like a pig.
"I'll go cook." An Rong threw down the shovel and went to the kitchen.
Yuan Doudou tried to stop them, but they had already gone far away, so she had no choice but to stay and continue pressing down the bricks.
Speaking of the wisdom of the ancient people, how did they know to add straw to the soil?
Yuan Doudou pressed down another ten or so mud bricks, and was so tired that she couldn't straighten her back.
An Rong walked over from the kitchen, carrying a plate with an egg pancake on it. "Eat it while it's hot."
They dared to work without even having breakfast; they were incredibly audacious.
"I'm not hungry, we'll all eat together later." She was a little hungry, but she didn't want to be treated specially.
An Rong did not comply, and just kept holding it until she ate.
"You're going to spoil her like this, you know that?" She's not a pampered girl, there's no need for this.
"Eat well so you can work harder." An Rong said this without any emotion, yet he was actually tempted.
Ah, Yuan Doudou blushed. She thought the other person was concerned about her, but it turned out they were worried that she wouldn't have the energy to work if she didn't eat.
Yuan Doudou had no choice but to take the egg pancake and eat it in bites.
"Egg pancakes taste better with some sauce." Yuan Doudou took a bite and thoroughly enjoyed it.
An Rong immediately went to get some soybean paste and tomato sauce, and squeezed a little bit of each for them.
"Wow, this tastes even better." She had previously thought these sauces were all bottled, but now she could only use clean earthenware jars.
An Rong pursed his lips and remained silent. Which dynasty's people died first? Of course, it was the school heartthrob who arrived with his little woman.
"Eat up." The food's gone cold, so I won't eat it.
Yuan Doudou couldn't refuse, so she immediately took a steamed bun, picked up a little of each of the dishes that An Rong brought, rolled them up, and ate them in small bites.
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