sweet wife little confused

Chapter 45
"Are you peeking?" An Xiu'er questioned.

"No." Zhang Zhenan shook his head, "You still don't trust me?"

"Forget it." An Xiu'er didn't want to entangle with him on this topic, so she just turned around and went back to the room sullenly.

Zhang Zhen'an also walked in, and he took the initiative to help pour out the water in the basin, while An Xiu'er was sitting at the stove, putting the clothes that had not been dried just now in the stove to bake.

She lowered her head and stretched out her hands to warm the clothes seriously by the fire. Zhang Zhenan lay on the meadow alone, feeling that the straw under her body was creaking and uncomfortable.

Tossing and turning, the sound of the rain kept ticking in his ears, and he felt an inexplicable sense of boredom in his heart. Looking sideways at An Xiu'er who was baking clothes, he could only see her back and half of her face in profile. The black hair at the back was pulled up, a little messy, but when he looked at it, his heart inexplicably settled down.

"It's a bit cold at night. I'll leave these clothes to dry tomorrow. You'd better rest early." He said in a deep voice.

An Xiu'er just turned her eyes and smiled at him, and said: "It's all right, I'll dry this clothes now, so I can wear it tomorrow."

In this humid spring, the clothes are not so easy to dry here. Anyway, she took a nap this morning, and she will not be able to sleep for a while.

Zhang Zhenan stopped talking when he heard the words. He put his hands behind his head and looked up at the roof. The roof was a bit dilapidated and a little gray. In the corner, a spider hung its web there, quietly waiting for its prey.

The night is long, the candles in the room are getting shorter and shorter, but Zhang Zhen'an can't sleep. He turned his head to look at An Xiu'er. She has almost baked all her clothes. At this moment, she is folding the last piece of clothes in her hand Put it on a chair.

Zhang Zhenan looked at her anxiously, thinking that she should go to bed and rest, but she washed her hands, went to the desks, and fiddled with the flour she had put aside.

"What are you doing, is it possible that you are planning to steam the steamed buns tonight?" Zhang Zhenan asked hesitantly.

"En." An Xiu'er nodded, and said: "Last time, the dough was not fermented enough, and the steamed buns were a bit hard. This time, there is just enough time. I will do it slowly. I will steam it tonight. It’s very convenient to just heat it up tomorrow morning.”

As she spoke, she began to knead the dough. Zhang Zhenan leaned on his side on the meadow and looked at her, watching her tender little hands holding the dough on the chopping board and kneading it. It's not inferior, but it seems to be even better.

Zhang Zhenan stretched out his hand to look at his own hand. The joints were wide and covered with calluses. He was already old, but compared with his face, his palm was a bit older. If one only looked at the palm, others would say Maybe I thought he was a man in his 50s or [-]s.

Seeing that she was having a hard time kneading the dough, it was a cold and chilly night, but there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, Zhang Zhenan sat up on the bed, and asked, "Do you need my help?"

"No need, just take a good rest." An Xiu'er raised her head and wiped the sweat from her forehead, then continued to knead the dough.

The longer the dough is kneaded, the stronger it will taste. Last time she did not leave the dough long enough, did not knead hard enough, and did not do it well enough. The pasta that you are satisfied with comes.

Kneading the noodles repeatedly for a long time, until its surface is extremely smooth, and it can be pulled out casually without sticking to the chopping board or hands, An Xiu'er did not give up.

She started to make steamed buns, but she was not satisfied with just making ordinary steamed buns. Anyway, she was bored at night, so she wanted to make some small noodle figures.

Turning around and walking to the door of the kitchen, Zhang Zhenan felt a gust of cold wind blowing over his face. Seeing An Xiuer, he opened the door and walked out. The warm kitchen was soon occupied by the cold wind. It was dark outside, Zhang Zhenan was a little worried , was about to get out of bed to find her, but she turned around and came in again.

"What did you go to do?" Zhang Zhenan asked.

"Here." An Xiu'er raised the things in her hands to signal him, and said, "I went to find some sorghum ears and these wild vegetables."

"What do you want these things for?" Zhang Zhen'an was a little puzzled. The green and purple wild vegetables in her hand could be said to be eaten, but the sorghum ears couldn't be eaten, right?
"This is a secret, I can't tell you for the time being, you will find out later." An Xiuer smiled at him coquettishly, put down the things, and signaled Zhang Zhenan to light the fire.

There was a lot of water boiled in this pot, but it was used up by them taking a bath just now, there is still some left in the pot at this moment, An Xiuer washed the things in her hands, and scooped up some of the water in the pot Come out, and then put the sorghum ear in your hand in, so that the sorghum ear is covered by the water.

"What on earth are you going to do? Don't you want to cook this sorghum ear for me to eat? Don't tell me that this sorghum ear is also a kind of medicine." Zhang Zhenan saw that An Xiu'er really put the sorghum ear into the water Boiled, he couldn't help but look a little surprised, he was really afraid of her.

"You're thinking too much." An Xiu'er couldn't help laughing when she saw his lingering fear. She spoke to ease his heart, and watched the water in the pot boil. After a while, An Xiu'er put the sorghum ears Fished it out and threw it away.

Seeing her initiative, Zhang Zhenan felt relieved, but she took out another bowl and scooped out the water from which the sorghum ears were boiled.

"Would you like to taste it?" An Xiuer looked at Zhang Zhenan's curious expression, and wanted to tease him a little bit, so she handed the bowl of water boiled from sorghum ears in front of him. Zhang Zhenan looked at this The blood-like red water showed disgust on his face, and he only leaned his head back.

Seeing him like this, An Xiu'er smiled, and ignored him, just washed the pot and cooked the wild vegetables again.

Boiling water, once the wild vegetables are boiled, the water turns green, An Xiuer fishes out the wild vegetables and throws them away, keeping the green water as usual.

When the third purple vegetable was put into the pot, Zhang Zhenan finally understood, and said, "You want these colors?"

"Smart." An Xiu'er praised, cleaned the pot, poured half a pot of water into it, found out the bamboo sticks at home, and covered it with a layer of gauze for steaming dough.

"Anyway, we're going to light the fire tonight, and we'll boil some water to make the dough. It's not troublesome, and it can save some firewood." An Xiu'er pulled out a piece of the dough she had kneaded earlier. After coming down, her handicraft was very good. After kneading, the dough became a round ball. She kneaded another small ball and kneaded the two doughs together.

Zhang Zhen'an watched her movements with great interest, and simply moved a stool to sit opposite her, watching her pinch this face.

I have seen her craftsmanship last time, but this time she kneaded it more delicately than before. I saw her lightly kneading a few times, and the two balls of dough in her hands turned into a naive little one. The pig, with its big ears hanging on both sides of its head and its curly tail attached to its rear hip, is indeed very cute.

The bowl of water that An Xiu'er made at the moment finally came in handy. She mixed the purple water with the red water and applied it on the piglet, and the pig turned pink. Although the color was a bit dark , but it is becoming more and more real.

After making the first dough, she carefully looked at it in her hand, and handed it to Zhang Zhenan. After Zhang Zhenan also praised her, she put the dough on the bamboo stick. up.

"The ones you make are so beautiful, I'll be reluctant to eat them later." Zhang Zhenan said with a smile. In fact, no matter how beautiful the pastry is, there is no one he would not be reluctant to eat. It's just that it was made by An Xiuer, and the meaning is different.

"It's for eating after it's done." An Xiu'er laughed, and said, "Don't think it's still pretty good-looking now, but after putting it in the water and steaming it, it might change its appearance."

"Then you still do it so beautifully, isn't it a waste of time?" Zhang Zhenan was a little puzzled.

"It's a waste of effort. Anyway, if you are idle at night, you are idle. What's more, even if it's not as good-looking, it shouldn't be too bad. Anyway, it's enough to coax the children." An Xiuer said with a smile , but the movement of the hands did not stop.

"It doesn't matter if you don't do it well once or twice, hurry up tomorrow, after I have practiced this skill, I can go to the street to sell noodle stalls."

"Why do you always think about setting up a stall for these things? Are you afraid that I won't be able to support you?" Zhang Zhenan raised his eyes and looked at her helplessly. A charming little lady should be pampered at home. He cooks and washes clothes, why does she have to think about how to make money all day long?
"Don't get me wrong, of course I know that you can support me. I just want to lighten your burden." Seeing Zhang Zhenan's expression was a little displeased, An Xiu'er quickly lowered her head and explained that she was afraid now He ignores her.

He just said a word, and the look of longing on her face disappeared, replaced by a trace of fear, which made Zhang Zhenan a little dissatisfied. He put away what he hadn't finished speaking, and put away his own words. The male chauvinist only lowered his tone and said:
"I'm not blaming you, I just don't want to do something you don't like to do in order to make money. I hope you pinch this person just because you like it, not because you want to make money."

"Of course I like it." An Xiu'er quickly raised her head and said, "If I didn't like it, I wouldn't know how to knead dough, then I can make sugar figurines and paper figurines, because I don't like those , That's why I pinched this person."

"Absurd words, you don't do those things, isn't it because you don't know how?" Zhang Zhenan looked at her jokingly.

Seeming to be seen through by him, An Xiu'er was a little ashamed, and said: "No, I can learn, there is nothing I can't learn."

(End of this chapter)