Yan Funing said warmly: "Don't be reluctant to eat it. Our family will buy it from time to time in the future, and your share is indispensable."
Ali burst into tears when he heard this.
Fu Nanyao saw it and shouted: "Don't cry, you are a man, and men don't shed tears easily."
Ali quickly wiped away his tears: "I'm so happy."
"There's nothing wrong with crying. It releases emotions and stress." Yan Funing gave Fu Nanyao two more pills, "This is for mother, let mother have a taste."
"Okay." Fu Nanyao agreed.
Several people left the kitchen one after another, and Yan Funing took a few walnuts and returned to the west wing.
In the room, Fu Ciyi wrote calligraphy quietly.
She put the walnuts on one end of the desk, took out a pen and paper and started copy the ten traditional Chinese characters you learned yesterday several times, and then practice horizontally.
I realized that after many days of writing horizontal strokes, I was very good at it, so I asked softly: "Fu Ciyi, can I practice vertical strokes?"
Fortunately, he didn't embarrass her and nodded: "Okay."
"Then how do I put pen to paper?"
Fu Ciyi was going to finish copying the undergraduate examination book in his hand, but he didn't have the patience to teach her.
He stood up directly, grabbed her hand holding the pen, and wrote a line on the paper with her hand.
"Is it going?"
"That's it, that's it?"
Yan Funing recalled carefully that he had held her hand just now, and quickly wrote finished writing immediately before she could react.
She didn't even remember how to put down, pick up, and put away the pen.
Fu Ciyi sat back on the chair and said calmly: "Practice by yourself."
"Practice by yourself." Yan Funing muttered and wrote a lot of vertical lines according to her own understanding.
When I looked at it, I found that I had written it more than 100 times, but none of it could compare with his.
The desire to win suddenly arises.
Since he had no time to teach, she stood aside and studied how he wrote.
Finally, Fu Ciyi finished copying one copy.
The moment he closed the book, he realized that she had been standing beside him for a long time: "You..."
"If you can't write vertically, I'll just watch how you write."
Yan Funing sat back on the round stool, picked up her pen and practiced vertical strokes again.
Different from just now, every stroke of her writing now was just right.
Fu Ciyi couldn't help but nodded: "Well written."
After receiving the affirmation, Yan Funing raised her eyes and looked at him: "I am writing a letter now. Please help me take a look. Is that what happened?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I wrote "eight".
Fu Ciyi stood up, took a closer look, and nodded again: "That's indeed what happened."
He had to admit that she was the smartest person he had ever taught!
"You can't rush for success when writing. You have to practice diligently every day." He added, "It's late at night, so go to sleep."
Yan Funing looked up at him and blinked her beautiful eyes: "Fu Ciyi, I have made progress in writing, will you give me a reward?"
Now she was sitting and he was standing.
Fu Ciyi's eyes naturally lowered and landed on her delicate lips.
It's so delicate and beautiful, it's as if it's seductive and fragrant.
Not only that, her beautiful hibiscus face also had a beautiful smile, and her ice-cold muscles and jade bones glowed with a layer of soft light under the candlelight, making her look very charming.
He restrained his eyes, pursed his thin lips slightly, rolled his Adam's apple, and adjusted his cuffs slowly and elegantly.
"How dare you ask Master for a reward?"
The voice that comes out is like a cold spring in an empty valley.
"If you don't have it, then you won't have it." Yan Funing grabbed the walnut and put it on the table where he was writing. "This is my reward for you."
Fu Ciyi did not eat, but went to wash up.
When he finished washing and returned to the room, he found her standing in the room, looking at the beams where the curtains had been hung before.
Yan Funing wanted to scrub her body, but ran into trouble.
The curtains were just washed today and were still hanging out in the sun, but she was someone who washed herself in the tub every day.
If you don't wash for a day, you won't be able to sleep well.
There are windows in the front and back of the west wing. If there is no curtain around it, she would be embarrassed to clean in the corner of the Ciyi realized that it was time for her to wash up.
Usually whenever she was cleaning, if he was in the room, he would usually go out on his own initiative.
Tonight is no exception.
Just as he was about to cross the threshold, Yan Funing called out to him.
"Fu Ciyi, I..."
He turned back: "What?"
She pointed to a corner of the room: "There are no curtains."
Fu Ciyi coughed lightly: "The window is covered with paper, so you can't see it."
Yan Funing frowned: "But..."
But looking in from the outside, one can still see the outline.
Seeming to sense her concerns, he stepped inside the threshold, took his two robes, and hung them on the window, one behind the other.
"Why didn't I think of that?" Yan Funing thanked her sincerely, "Thank you!"
He said "Hmm" and quickly left the house. With his back to her, he said, "I'm right outside the door. Just bolt the door. Don't worry. There will probably be no wolves here."
"Okay." Yan Funing breathed a sigh of relief and raised her hand to close the door and bolt it.
Soon, the sound of water came from the house.
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People who practice martial arts have better ears than ordinary people.
Fu Ciyi stood quietly with one hand behind his back.
The sky is like a canopy above your head, the water is gurgling behind you, and the breeze is blowing in your ears.
The image of her lying on the bed reappeared in his mind, her posture while striding, and her slightly opened red lips when she was about to reward her...
Nothing lingers.
Together with the sound of water sliding over the skin in the room, it became increasingly clear and almost deafening.
He is bewildered!
A gentleman should restrain himself, return etiquette, and be restrained!
He closed his eyes and recited these words silently before suppressing his inner demons. - The next morning, before it was time for dinner, Fu Beimo came to Yan Funing and asked, "Sister-in-law, what's delicious to eat today?"
"You go to the ground and pull out a cabbage."
"it is good."
Fu Beimo ran away quickly.
Yan Funing went to the kitchen, took out a strip of pork belly, cut half of it into minced meat.
Add wine to the minced meat, add soy sauce, salt, and stir evenly.
Not long after, Fu Beimo returned with a big cabbage in his arms.
Yan Funing washed the Chinese cabbage, broke off the leaves one by one, and blanched them in boiling water.
Then wrap a piece of vegetable leaf with a spoonful of minced meat, place it neatly on a plate, and put it on the rice rack in the pot to steam.
"What's the name of such a novel recipe?" Fu Beimo swallowed.
“Cabbage and fresh meat rolls, packed with vegetables and meat, delicious to go with rice.”
Fu Beimo smacked his lips: "I want to have an extra bowl of rice at noon."
"it is good."
Yan Funing cut the remaining cabbage into sections and stir-fried the spicy cabbage, thus completing two simple dishes for lunch.
The food was put into the food box, and the walnuts that Fu Ciyi didn't eat yesterday were also put into the food box.
Yan Funing saw that Ali hadn't come today, so she asked Fu Beimo to send him to the village school alone.
"Is it okay if you go alone to deliver it?"
Fu Beimo patted his chest: "No problem."
Immediately he picked up the food box and left the house.
When Fu Beimo arrived at the village school, get out of class was over.
He happily carried the food box to the podium and said to his brother: "Brother, my sister-in-law specially made the cabbage and fresh meat rolls for me. I want you to try them too."
Fu Ciyi was startled when he heard this: "Did she make it specially for you?"
"Yeah." Fu Beimo raised his eyebrows, "If I hadn't wanted to eat delicious food, you might have had to eat last night's leftovers." (End of Chapter)