As soon as he asked, Fu Beimo arrived at the door of the kitchen.
"Brother is back, sister-in-law, can we eat?" He covered his stomach pitifully, "I'm hungry."
Not really hungry.
Mainly because the pig's trotters cooked by my sister-in-law are delicious.
After smelling the fragrance all afternoon, I was so greedy that I almost drooled.
"Let's eat now." Yan Funing told him, "Beimo will help with the dishes."
Fu Beimo happily stepped into the kitchen, picked up a large bowl of braised pig's trotters, took a deep breath of the aroma of the meat, and then strode to the main room.
His eyes were always staring at the meat in the bowl. Every time he took a step, the meat in the bowl shook, which was very appetizing.
Fu Beimo swallowed and quickened his pace.
In the kitchen, Fu Ciyi glanced at Yan Funing: "What on earth is going on?"
Yan Funing pursed her lips and said softly: "We'll talk about it when we go to bed at night."
Upon hearing this, the tips of Fu Ciyi's ears turned red again.
Does she want him to hold her to sleep? Is it because his body is warm? However, today it was clear that he could ask his mother for Tang Pozi in advance. Why was she looking for him?
I wanted to ask, but Fu Beimo came back and brought a plate of fried vegetables.
Fu Beimo saw that his brother and sister-in-law were not moving, so he shouted: "Brother and sister-in-law, hurry up, let's eat quickly."
Fu Ciyi responded softly.
Forget it, it's not impossible for him to sleep with a little girl for one more night.
She was delicate and soft, and he held her so warmly that she couldn't sleep.
Didn’t you sleep well last night?
The couple took the dishes and chopsticks and went to the main room. - into the night.
Lu Wenfeng went to the teahouse.
Pushing open the door of the private room that he had arranged in advance, he was startled by what he saw.
Zhang Tie and Zhang Tong looked like they were in pain. They closed their eyes and leaned on the backs of their chairs, looking uncomfortable.
"You didn't complete the mission?" Lu Wenfeng sat down.
Hearing the sound, Zhang Tie and Zhang Tong opened their eyes and sat upright one after another.
"Where is it? The mission has been completed, of course." Zhang Tiedao said.
Zhang Tong stretched out his hand: "Silver money."
Lu Wenfeng painfully took out a bag of silver and asked worriedly, "Did you really beat him?"
Zhang Tong: "I beat him. He beat him so hard that he ran around with his head in his hands."
Zhang Tie: "That man doesn't dare to fart."
Lu Wenfeng asked again: "Did you hit him on the head?"
"Specialize in picking your brains."
Lu Wenfeng nodded and moved the money bag over with great reluctance.
Zhang Tong grabbed the bag, yanked it hard, and snatched it opened the bag and counted the silver inside, then weighed it.
"A whole 50 taels, one tael is a lot!" Lu Wenfeng's heart ached.
He only had a few taels of silver per month, and these 50 taels were earned by being spoiled by his grandmother.
It didn't come easy.
Fortunately, it was worth beating Fu Ciyi to vent his anger.
Seeing that the amount of money was right, Zhang Tong gave Zhang Tie a look.
When the two of them were about to leave the private room, they were stopped by Lu Wenfeng: "Let me ask again, was that man's head beaten hard?"
Zhang Tong clenched his fist and swung it in front of Lu Wenfeng's face. He stopped punching halfway and said, "Look, if the fist goes like this, do you think it will be harsh or not?"
"Ruthless enough." Lu Wenfeng turned aside and asked the two of them to leave.
The two of them left the private room and immediately covered their hearts.
The kick I received in the evening was so hard that my ribs are still hurting now.
Fortunately, I got the money!
The two of them quickly walked out of the teahouse, went to the alley, and divided the money in the wallet into two.
Zhang Tong said softly: "Brother Tie, I don't think we can talk about what happened today."
Zhang Tie sneered: "Do you think I'm stupid? This is our first mission. If things like this get spread, who will ask us to beat people and kill them in the future?"
Zhang Tong nodded: "That's the truth!" The two of them walked out of the alley and walked separately.
Lu Wenfeng spent 50 taels of silver at once, and his heart ached.
He should have been happy to be able to beat Fu Ciyi, but at this moment he was not happy at all.
Thinking of informing Fu Minghe about the result of the beating, he sent the boy next to him to Fu Minghe's house to convey the message, while he drank tea. - Qingshan Town, Baozhuang Village, Fu Family.
In the west wing, Fu Ciyi was still writing.
Yan Funing did not practice calligraphy anymore, but sat on the bed and read medical books.
Hours passed by, and Fu Ciyi thought it was time for her to speak.
But I didn't expect that she never spoke.
Until before going to bed, when he was going to wash up, she didn't mention what she had said in the evening.
After he washed up and returned to the room, he found that the sheets had been hung up and the quilts had been replaced by two beds.
Seeing him coming back, Yan Funing took out the sewn purse.
"Fu Ciyi, I want to discuss with you. If I give you this purse, can you not care about what happened last night?"
Fu Ciyi frowned slightly: "Is this what you are discussing?"
Yan Funing was a little confused: "What else?"
The man thought for a while and finally asked: "Does your stomach not hurt anymore?"
"It still hurts a little," she said honestly.
Fu Ciyi said quietly: "How about tonight..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Funing moved her purse under his nose.
"Can you not care about it?"
"Yan Funing, didn't you make this purse because you made me suffer from stiff neck? How can one purse be used for two purposes?"
While he was talking, he looked for his pants on the bed but could not find them.
"What are you looking for?" she asked.
Fu Ciyi's face turned red: "I, I have a pair of pants tucked under the quilt, why are they missing now?"
"I washed it off and let it sit outside in the sun."
She lowered her head and her voice was filled with anger.
Fu Ciyi coughed lightly.
Since she washed it off, it means she saw it.
Of course, she knew what happened last night, so no wonder she wanted him to ignore it.
Then he took the purse from her hand and took a closer look. The word "翊" on it was crooked and ugly.
"Yan Funing, I teach you how to write, but your handwriting is so good?"
She raised her eyes when she heard the sound, her beautiful eyes were watery: "Can writing and embroidery be the same? If you don't want the purse, then give it back to me!"
While talking, grab it.
How could the man give her a chance to snatch it back and lift her up high?
Yan Funing couldn't jump at this moment, so she only stood on tiptoes and stretched out her arms to reach it.
He in front of her was extremely tall, and she was considered tall among women, but she was still one head behind if she tiptoed hard at this moment, she still couldn't reach the purse he was holding.
She stamped her foot, feeling angry and annoyed: "Since you dislike it, don't do it anymore."
"Who said I don't want it?"
Fu Ciyi stuffed her purse into her arms. As soon as she stuffed it, she realized that she was wearing underwear at the moment, and her purse directly rubbed against the skin of her chest.
A strange feeling seemed to hit my heart.
If he let go, the purse would slide down his skin, fall out of the hem of his clothes, and fall directly to the ground.
Then he put his clothes on his hands and pressed his purse...
do not let it go! "Yan Funing, the purse you made is too ugly." After a pause, he said in a stiff tone, "I reluctantly kept it."
Yan Funing murmured: "I originally wanted to do embroidery."
"Embroidery? I am a grown man, and I have embroidery on my purse?"
"It's not flowers, it's patterns like auspicious clouds, but I can't embroider, so the purse doesn't look good."
Fu Ciyi heard this and touched the top of her hair: "Remember not to do it for others in the future." (End of Chapter)
