Chapter 58 Unexplainable Yan Funing: "???"
I have to go home and sleep.
What are you sleeping on?
She likes to sleep alone! The two of them slept on the same bed, and she had to be careful even when turning over.
Occasionally, he would wake up if his arm hit the hanging sheets, for fear of waking him up.
After all, they are different from men and women.
Fu Ciyi didn't know what was going on in her mind, and said, "I'll take you to the village school this afternoon."
Before Yan Funing could speak, Fu Beimo's voice came from behind the stove: "I'll go too!"
Afraid that his brother would disagree, he simply stood up, walked to Yan Funing, and said in a long tone: "Sister-in-law... Bei Mo also wants to go..."
There was no sense of violation at all when the half-grown boy spoke like this. Yan Funing chuckled softly and said to Fu Ciyi, "Then take me with Bei Mo."
Fu Ciyi remained silent.
Yan Funing lowered her head and cut into pieces of meat, cutting each piece into a square shape.
After everything was done, she looked at Fu Ciyi again: "If you rest in the village school at noon from now on, will I give you food?"
"Yes." Fu Ciyi kept on choosing the vegetables, "The village school is in the middle of several villages. There are many roads from home to the village school. It takes a long time to go back and forth. I think I can copy more at noon."
Yan Funing said with a smile: "Bei Mo will find the way, and he can help deliver the food."
Fu Beimo nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I will deliver the food."
Fu Ciyi said "hmm" again.
The voice was light and no emotion could be heard.
When Yan Funing cut the meat, she left a piece of meat out and placed it on the corner of the chopping board.
She hung her hand over the pot and felt that the pot was not hot enough, so she shouted: "Beimo, make the fire hotter."
Fu Beimo responded, quickly went to the back of the stove, took a thick piece of firewood, and pushed it on his a snap, the firewood was broken into two pieces and stuffed into the fire.
Yan Funing first poured the fat meat into the pot, flipped it with a spatula, and turned to Fu Ciyi and said, "You have to buy a food box. It will be convenient to carry meals with you."
Fu Ciyi said softly: "Okay."
There is water on the washed meat. As soon as it is put into the pot and the fire is high, there will be oil droplets splashing out.
Yan Funing hid to the side, and when she saw Fu Ciyi stopped choosing vegetables, she simply said to him, "You can go copy the book now. It's good to have Bei Mo and me in the kitchen."
Fu Ciyi didn't respond and walked straight out of the kitchen.
Yan Funing glanced at his back and said to Fu Beimo, "Is your brother a little confused?"
Fu Beimo stuck his head out, glanced outside the door, and muttered: "Isn't he always like this?"
Yan Fu thought to herself, okay, maybe it was her misunderstanding.
He is cold in nature. When he likes to talk to others, he will say a few words; when he doesn't like to talk to others, he will say nothing.
The fat meat in the pot quickly turned golden, and a lot of lard came out. Yan Funing poured all the lean meat into it and stir-fried it.
After all the lean meat was evenly coated in lard, she put down the spatula and took a chopstick to poke a small hole in each piece of fried tofu.
Seeing how fun she was doing it, Fu Beimo was eager to try it.
"Sister-in-law, I want to play too."
Yan Funing put down her chopsticks: "Wash your hands, and I'll poke the rest for you."
"Hurrah!"
Fu Beimo obediently washed his hands, wiped them dry, and then imitated Yan Funing's example of pricking holes in the fried tofu.
After poking and poking, I became more playful. I poked one piece without taking it off, and put it on the chopsticks one by one, and then showed it to Yan Funing.
"Sister-in-law, do you think it looks like candied haws?"
Yan Funing smiled: "Like."
Fu Beimo then took off all the strings of fried tofu on the chopsticks, and then repeated this action until all the remaining ones were poked.
In the west wing room, Fu Ciyi was sitting in front of his desk, looking at the nuts on the plate, and suddenly lost his appetite.
In the kitchen, Yan Funing poured the fried tofu into the meat pot and stirred it with a spatula.
The meat needs to be cooked for a long time before it tastes good, so she continued to choose the celery that Fu Ciyi had picked halfway.
Remove all celery leaves, peel off the roots with a kitchen knife, wash and cut into cut the dried tofu into thick shreds, and the piece of fine meat that was left just now is also shredded.
"Beimo, start the other pot too."
"it is good!"
It takes a long time to cook fried tofu and roasted pork, so Yan Funing planned to use another pot to fry celery first and then cook rice.
Pour in the oil, when the oil is hot, add the shredded pork and stir-fry, then add the celery, and then add the dried tofu.
Celery is fried quickly, seasoning is added, and it is quickly removed from the pan and plated.
The weather was still cold, so Yan Funing took a bowl and placed it upside down on a plate with celery, and placed it on the stove to keep warm.
Clean the pot where the celery was fried, then peel and slice the taro into slices and place on a plate.
I washed the rice, put it in the pot, poured in water, and steamed the taro on the rice rack.
The whole set of actions is done in an orderly manner.
The aroma of food continues to waft out from the stove.
It was time for dinner and he had porridge early in the morning. At this moment, Fu Ciyi was already empty.
I didn't want to eat that plate of nuts.
Finally, he reached out and took out two chestnuts to eat. - In the east wing, Fu Nanyao also smelled the aroma of food.
During this period of time, she ate the food she cooked with peace of mind, often picking and choosing, but now she thought about whether she should.
Two years later, Yan Funing was no longer sister-in-law.
She should have been happy to hear the news.
But right now, she couldn't be happy at all.
It stands to reason that if my brother can reach high school, he will be able to marry a noble daughter from a well-known family.
But thinking about it realistically, how could a noble lady from an aristocratic family think so highly of her crippled sister-in-law? In addition to scolding their family, humiliating her brother, and humiliating her, Yan Funing really couldn't find any other faults.
Of course, it's a big shortcoming that she doesn't know how to be a female celebrity.
Everything else is indeed good.
However, the news of the two-year divorce was like a bolt from the blue. It was difficult for her to digest it alone, and she was eager to tell others.
Once she told her mother and Bei Mo, Yan Funing would probably leave early.
Fu Nanyao shook his head. Mother and Bei Mo couldn't know about this.
But she has been targeting her everywhere during this period, how should she face her? After thinking about it, she still couldn't think clearly. She thought that she should take it one step at a time, and at least teach her how to make clothes.
Fu Nanyao made up his mind to find a suitable opportunity to tell her that she was willing to teach. - The meals are ready.
Yan Funing opened the lid of the pot, wrapped the plate with taro in a cotton towel, and placed it on the stove.
Even though I was wrapped in two cotton towels, my fingers were still burned.
She quickly pinched her earlobe.
Fortunately, there were no burns this time.
Pour some soy sauce on the taro, and the simple steamed taro slices are ready.
A bowl of fried tofu and roasted pork was taken from another pot. One bowl was taken out. There was still a lot in the pot. It looked like it could last several meals.
At this time, Fu Beimo clamored to help serve the dishes.
Even Fu Nanyao came. Although he didn't say anything, he just took the food and left.
Yan Funing raised the corners of her lips slightly, put all the rice on the table, and went to the west wing to call Fu Ciyi to eat.
She was afraid that shouting loudly would disturb him while he was writing, and if he made a mistake, the whole book would be ruined.
Then he went straight into the house and said softly: "It's time to eat."
Fu Ciyi didn't even raise his head, and said coldly: "Okay."
Yan Funing went to the main room.
The four of them sat down and didn't wait for Fu Ciyi to come over for a while.
(End of this chapter)