Chapter 50 Sprinkle some salt onto the oil residue, stir well and set aside.
Then put the just-cut Chinese cabbage directly into the pot and stir-fry. The pot will pass through the lard, so there is no need to add oil.
Rice is cooking in another pot, and ribs are steaming on the rice rack.
The entire stove exudes the aroma of rice, pork ribs and cooking.
Fu Beimo and Fu Nanyao couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
After Fu Nanyao finished drying his clothes, Fu Beimo hurriedly ran to the kitchen.
"Sister-in-law, what should we eat tonight?"
"Steamed pork ribs and stir-fried cabbage."
Yan Funing turned the cabbage with a spatula, and turned to the side to see Fu Beimo standing in front of the bowl of lard residue, sucking saliva.
Then he smiled and asked, "Want to eat?"
"Want to eat."
"Then take a pair of chopsticks and be careful not to burn your mouth."
"Okay." Fu Beimo picked up a piece of lard residue with chopsticks, blew it in and ate it, and praised, "Sister-in-law, what is this? It's crunchy and delicious."
"It's just lard residue, but don't eat too much. It tastes good, fragrant and crispy."
Fu Beimo nodded: "Then when we eat, everyone will eat together."
"Okay." Yan Funing said, "Please help me add some firewood."
Fu Beimo responded and went to the back of the stove.
Fu Nanyao came in and asked, "What delicious food did you eat in Beimo just now?"
She couldn't leave behind.
Fu Beimo poked his head out from behind the stove: "That's the food for dinner. You're not allowed to eat it secretly."
Fu Nanyao glanced at the golden and fragrant oil residue on the small table, pursed her lips, and walked away.
When the food was all ready, Fu Beimo stopped Yan Funing from serving it.
"Sister-in-law's fingers are burned. It's time to rest. I'll carry them."
"Thank you Beimo!"
Yan Funing took the chopsticks and the small bowl of oil residue and went to the main room.
After a while, the family sat down.
Yan Funing said: "The ribs are steamed today, everyone eat quickly."
"Funing can make different kinds of ribs just for the ribs. We are really lucky." Wan Niang was very satisfied with the meal. "The meat is so soft in the mouth that you can chew the bones."
Fu Nanyao had just eaten the lard residue. She knew that her brother had eaten it in the kitchen just now, and she was quite dissatisfied with it.
"Every day it's pork ribs, cabbage, and radishes. Can't we change it?"
She poked at the rice and ate a piece of lard.
Wan Niang put down her chopsticks and said, "If you are full, go out."
Fu Beimo also said: "Sister said every time, she never eats less, her face is so round after eating, are you embarrassed to say sister-in-law?"
"Mom, Bei Mo, why are you helping her?" Fu Nanyao looked at her brother for help, "Brother..."
Yan Funing murmured in her heart that if Fu Nanyao could make the argument more intense, she could ask someone for an early divorce.
A certain person has always protected his sister, and he will probably do the same this time.
So he waited quietly.
Unexpectedly, Fu Nanyao saw his brother lowering his eyes to eat. Although he couldn't see his expression, he suddenly recalled the look in his brother's eyes just now, so he had to bury his head in the rice.
Wan Niang picked up the chopsticks again: "Okay, let's all eat."
The main room just became quiet. - It's night, it's late at night and people are quiet, the only sound is the wind.
Yan Funing sat on the edge of the bed folding clothes, while Fu Ciyi was at the desk copying.
"At dinner, Nan Yao said that the dishes were the same, and I was thinking of going to the town to buy some tomorrow. You don't want me to go alone, or do I take Bei Mo with me?"
Fu Ciyi moved slightly. Under the candlelight, his figure magnified on the wall, enclosing her shadow in it...
Like a shackle, she had nowhere to escape.
After a moment, he said: "Don't worry about what Nan Yao said."
Yan Funing pursed her lips.
Listen, it's been maintained after all.
After all, she is an outsider, they are a family, and this is the way to protect is neither angry nor annoyed.
It's just that for her hard work in cooking, it's best if she can get a compliment. If she can't get it, don't use sarcastic words.
However, these remarks were inappropriate for her to tell him.
Even if she had feelings, she shouldn't let it out to him. After all, if they dig deeper, it has nothing to do with it.
Suddenly she thought of Caiyu. If Caiyu were next to her, she would definitely roll up her sleeves and start a fight.
It would cost a lot of money to bring Caiyu out of the Yan family, and she didn't have the financial resources at all now.
Then he folded his clothes in silence.
Fold your own clothes separately from his, and put them separately into wooden boxes with a large distance between them.
It's like an unbridgeable gap.
After copying two more pages, Fu Ciyi said again: "Tomorrow, I will go to town with you."
"Oh."
Yan Funing took the sheets and hung them in the middle of the bed as usual, tying them at both ends.
For some reason, someone copied late into the night today.
It was not convenient for her to undress and go to bed first, so she moved a round stool to sit at the table and quietly watched him write calligraphy.
Seeing her sitting obediently, Fu Ciyi didn't like her being too close to him, but he didn't chase her away.
Seeing her yawning again and again, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and explained: "This book will be copied soon, so we can take it to the bookstore together tomorrow."
Yan Funing wiped away the tears caused by yawning: "Oh, okay."
His voice was soft, especially sweet and waxy due to sleepiness.
Fu Ciyi's hand holding the pen tightened, and then said: "If you are sleepy, go to bed first."
Yan Funing yawned again, shook her head and muttered: "I'm not sleepy."
In fact, he was too sleepy to sit still, so he simply folded his arms and put them on the table.
"Your hands are so beautiful, and your handwriting is also beautiful."
She blinked slowly, her eyes blurred and sleepy.
As soon as he was praised by a woman for his beautiful hands, Fu Ciyi coughed lightly: "A man's hands are not women's hands. Why should they be so beautiful?"
Yan Funing's beautiful eyes were hazy, and she said seriously and seriously: "No, your hands are really beautiful. They are the most beautiful hands of a man I have ever seen!"
The hands of the male stars on modern TV are not as good-looking as his.
His hand joints are even and slender, and his skin is like jade, which makes people feel very powerful at first glance.
Anyway, it is very good-looking, which suits her aesthetic point.
Fu Ciyi secretly wondered, does she have a habit of staring at men's hands? How many men has she seen and how many men's hands has she stared at? When I think about it this way, I write much faster.
Suddenly, Yan Funing looked at her right hand. There was a scar on the palm of her hand, and the tip of her index finger was burned, and the red mark remained.
It's so sad to compare with him.
Then she stopped looking at his hand and reached out to touch the wolf-hair pen hanging on the pen holder.
Then she gently stroked the stack of rice paper placed at the front of the table. The rice paper felt so good that she couldn't help but touch it more with her fingertips.
Afraid that he would not allow her to touch his things, she touched them quietly.
Fu Ciyi caught a glimpse of her series of small actions from the corner of his eye, which were aggrieved and pitiful.
"Want me to teach you how to read and write?"
His voice was deep and mellow like the night outside the window.
Yan Funing suddenly woke up from her drowsiness and sat up straight: "Are you willing to teach me?"
He said quietly: "If you are stupid, I will not teach you at any time."
"I'm so smart."
Yan Funing said this but cursed in her heart that her demands were still so high.
If he can't teach her well, shouldn't he reflect on it?
Of course, she can definitely learn well.
Fu Ciyi retorted coldly: "You can still burn your hands if you are smart?"
(End of this chapter)