When they arrived home, Fu Beimo happened to be back too.
Everyone finally moved their chopsticks.
Halfway through the meal, Fu Nanyao asked Ali: "Why were you kicked out of your grandma's house?"
Ali said: "Cousin, he stole my aunt's jewelry and used it to gamble, but lost all the money. At that time, my aunt found out that the jewelry was missing and wrongly accused me of stealing it. Grandma and uncle knew clearly that it was my cousin who stole the gambling money, but they didn't do anything. Believing in my innocence, I was cast out.”
Yan Funing said quietly: "I know my son Mo Ruomu, your aunt should also know that her son did it."
Fu Nanyao nodded: "Yes, they are just looking for an excuse to drive you out."
Ali frowned when he heard this.
He actually knew the real reason was this.
Grandma's family kicked him out not because they couldn't afford to raise him, but because they didn't want to raise him.
His own mother doesn't want him, let alone his grandmother and uncle.
After lunch, Ali worked even harder at Fu's house.
There was still a lot of water in the water tank, so he filled it up again.
All the firewood in the woodshed has been chopped and neatly stacked.
Washing dishes and sweeping the floor are all a piece of cake.
During his free time, he also asked Fu Beimo to teach him boxing and kicking skills.
Fu Nanyao saw that he was working so hard, and while sewing Bei Mo's clothes, he said, "If my brother and sister-in-law agree, I will also sew you a new set of clothes, wear them out, and make those people angry!"
Ali waved his hand: "No, no, I have clothes to wear. Master and Bei Mo are wearing robes, and I, a rough man, can't wear them."
Besides, he had two pairs of clothes to wear, which was enough.
Fu Nanyao smiled: "Brother only wears robes when teaching. What I will sew for Bei Mo is the brown pattern you are wearing."
Fu Beimo from the side came over and picked up the clothes Fu Nanyao was still sewing: "Is it really not a robe anymore?"
"You don't teach, so what kind of robe are you wearing?" Fu Nanyao grabbed the clothes and continued to sew.
Fu Beimo smiled, as long as the clothes are ultramarine like his brother, that's fine.
The most important thing is that my sister-in-law has a skirt with ultramarine on it.
He never imagined that in the next few days, Fu Nanyao would sew Ali a set of ultramarine only that, Fu Nanyao also made a skirt herself, and the secondary color was course this is a story for later.
In the west wing, Yan Funing, who was sewing new training pants, raised her head and said to Fu Nanyao, who was in the east wing: "Nanyao, please sew a set for Ali."
Fu Nanyao smiled again: "Look, my sister-in-law agreed."
Ali felt that he deserved it and refused again: "I work every day and don't want to waste my good clothes."
Yan Funing added: "The material used is less in the brown color, so you don't have to worry about wearing it. It's just for daily work. How can it be considered a waste?"
Ali then nodded happily: "Then I'll bother Miss Nan Yao!" - The sun is setting and dusk is approaching.
Fu Ciyi returned home, gave Ali the food box he was carrying, and went to install two curtains.
In the kitchen, Yan Funing was busy. When she saw the food box coming back, she knew that Fu Ciyi was back.
"Where's Madam?" she asked.
"Master is decorating the curtains."
Ali took out the dishes and chopsticks from the food box and washed them.
Yan Funing nodded, cut the remaining half of the pork belly into thin slices, and fried it in the pan.
The sizzling sound of oily oil came from the stove.
Fu Beimo, who was aroused by the fire, would come to the stove and smell it from time to time: "It smells so good!"
Even Wan Niang and Fu Nanyao came in one after another and smelled the aroma of meat, except Fu Ciyi.
He didn't appear in the kitchen until dinner time.
Yan Funing found it a little strange. In the past, whenever he returned home, no matter whether his hands were dirty or not, he would come to the kitchen to scoop out water to wash his hands.
Not , she didn't think much about it. After all the food was cooked and brought to the main room, she asked Ali to call him to eat.
Fu Ciyi then slowly walked into the main room and took a seat.
He picked up his rice bowl and chopsticks without saying a word.
At this moment, Fu Beimo pointed to a plate of pork belly and said, "My sister-in-law made the fried pork belly specially for me. Everyone, please eat quickly."
As he spoke, he took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
Fu Nanyao looked confused: "What do you mean it was made specially for you?"
"I said I wanted to eat crispy meat. My sister-in-law said she wouldn't boil lard today, so she made me pan-fried pork belly. Isn't it just for me?" Fu Beimo's lips were greasy from eating. He kept eating and couldn't speak. Keep saying, "Brother, eat quickly."
Yan Funing explained: "The fat piece of pork left over last time has been boiled in lard, and the oil residue has been eaten long ago. Beimo wanted to eat something crispy, so I cut the pork belly into thin slices and fried it. It tasted pretty good. , crispy and fragrant, everyone eat it quickly."
Fu Ciyi's stern face suddenly softened. It turned out that this was what Bei Mo meant by "specially".
I had a piece of pork belly and it tasted delicious.
"I want to eat braised pork. I wonder if my wife can cook it tomorrow?"
While speaking, he looked at Yan Funing.
Yan Funing swallowed uncontrollably. The last time she heard him say that she was his wife, he told the children in the village school.
At this moment, it was at the dinner table, in front of the family.
You should know that she called him husband in front of others, and it was all because she knew in her heart that it was all an act.
But looking at his expressions at this moment, why inexplicably do they look like a real couple? Moreover, his cold eyes actually contained a hint of tenderness...
Is she wrong?
She is definitely blinded!
Fu Ciyi, the future sinister and powerful minister, dressed like a beast, has only ruthlessness and coldness in his eyes, where is the tenderness?
Wan Niang smiled happily: "Fu Ning, Ci Yi wants to eat braised pork."
Fu Nanyao snickered and said, "Sister-in-law, my brother wants to eat braised pork. Can you make it specially for him?"
"It can be done." Yan Funing lowered her eyes and added softly, "It's best to eat the fresh pork belly as soon as possible."
Fu Ciyi would be very happy if it could be done just for him.
He didn't care what the reason was.
Suddenly, Fu Beimo muttered: "I also like braised pork." - In the next few days, when the sky was dark, Fu Ciyi led people to run, do horse walking, and practice boxing.
After that, he went to the village school to teach, while Yan Funing and Fu Nanyao sewed clothes, while Wan Niang listened to the chat between her daughter-in-law and her daughter with a smile.
When it's time to cook, they go to the kitchen to get busy.
Fu Beimo and Ali were responsible for carrying water, chopping firewood, and going to the fields to see crops and weed.
During this period, Yan Funing thought about two medicinal menus, carefully folded them and put them in her purse.
Fu Ciyi returned home in the evening and copied at night. He also taught Yan Funing how to read and supervised her calligraphy practice.
The family lives a fulfilling and orderly life.
Soon the ninth day of the lunar month arrived.
Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing took the small baskets and empty baskets on their backs, and went to the village entrance to take a bullock cart.
When paying for the car, Li Xinheng refused to accept anything.
"Master, don't embarrass me, you are my master, how can I have the nerve to charge the fare?"
"As long as the master just says a word, I can stop taking all the guests in the car and only take the master and the girl to the town."
The little lady of the Fu family, he is used to calling her girl. If he calls her master, will the master chop him in pieces?
Despite his seniority, he is indeed several years older than the couple. (End of chapter)