After Entering the Wrong Bridal Chamber, I Went to Farm With the Sinister and Powerful Official

Chapter 58: Unexplained

Yan Funing: "???"

I have to go home to sleep.

What are you sleeping in?

She likes to sleep alone!

The two of them slept in the same bed, and she had to be careful when she turned over.

Occasionally, when my arm hits the hanging sheet, I will wake up, for fear of waking him up.

After all, they are different from men and women.

Fu Ciyi didn't know the twists and turns in her mind, and said, "I'll take you to the village school in the afternoon."

Before Yan Funing could speak, Fu Beimo's voice came from behind the stove: "I'll go too!"

Fearing that his brother would not agree, he simply stood up, walked to Yan Funin's side, and dragged his tone: "Sister-in-law...Bei Mo also wants to go..."

The half-aged boy spoke like this without any sense of incongruity. Yan Funing chuckled and said to Fu Ciyi, "Then you should take me and Bei Mo."

Fu Ciyi didn't say anything.

Yan Funing lowered her head and cut the meat pieces, each of which was cut into square shapes.

After the cut was finished, she looked at Fu Ciyi again: "If you rest in the village school in the future, will you bring food to you?"

"Yeah." Fu Ciyi kept picking vegetables, "The village school is in the middle of several villages. There are many roads from home to the village school. It takes quite a while to go back and forth. I think I can copy more at noon."

Yan Fu Ning smiled and said, "Bei Mo went to recognize the way, and he could help deliver the meal."

Fu Beimo nodded hurriedly: "Yes, right, I'll deliver food."

Fu Ciyi said "yes" again.

The voice is faint, and I can't hear any emotions.

When Yan Funing cut the meat, she left a piece of **** and placed it in a corner of the cutting board.

She hung her hand on the pot, feeling that the pot was not hot enough, so she shouted, "Bei Mo, the fire is stronger."

Fu Beimo responded, quickly went to the back of the stove, took the thick firewood, and pushed it on his knees. With a bang, the firewood broke into two pieces and was stuffed into the fire.

Yan Funing first poured the fat into the pot, flipped it with a spatula, and said to Fu Ciyi, "You have to buy a food box, so it's convenient to bring food."

Fu Ciyi said indifferently, "Okay."

There is water on the washed meat. As soon as it enters the pot, the heat will make it strong and oil beads splash.

Yan Funing hid to the side. Seeing Fu Ciyi stop choosing vegetables, she simply said to him: "You go copy books now, as long as I and Bei Mo are included in the stove."

Fu Ciyi did not respond and went straight out of the kitchen.

Yan Funing glanced at his back and said to Fu Beimo: "Is your brother a little confused?"

Fu Beimo poked his head out, glanced out of the door, and muttered, "Didn't he always be like this?"

Yan Funing thought, OK, it might be her illusion.

He is cold and says a few words when he likes to care about others; when he doesn't like to care about others, he doesn't have a word.

The fatty meat in the pot quickly turned golden and a lot of lard was stir-fried out. Yan Funing poured all the lean meat in and stir-fryed it.

After all the lean meat was evenly coated with lard, she put down the spatula and took a chopstick to poke a small hole in each oily tofu.

Seeing her operation so much fun, Fu Beimo was eager to try it out.

"Sister-in-law, I want to play, too."

Yan Funing put down her chopsticks: "Wash your hands and poke the rest to you."

"Hurrah!"

Fu Beimo obediently washed his hands and wiped them dry, then imitated Yan Funing's appearance and pierced holes in the oil tofu.

As he poked, he became very entertained. He poked one without taking it down, put it on the chopsticks one by one, and then showed it to Yan Funing.

"Sister-in-law, do you look like candied haws?"

Yan Fu Ning smiled: "Like."

Only then did Fu Beimo take off all the string of oil tofu on the chopsticks, and then repeat this action until the rest is poked.

In the west wing, Fu Ciyi sat upright in front of the desk, looking at the nuts in the plate, and suddenly lost his appetite.

In the stove, Yan Funing poured the oil tofu into the meat pot and turned it over with a spatula.

The meat will be cooked for a long time before it tastes delicious, so she continued to choose halfway celery Fu Ciyi chose.

Remove all the celery leaves, cut off the roots with a kitchen knife, and wash and cut them into sections. Then cut the dried tofu into thick shreds, and cut the piece of flesh left just now into shreds.

"Bei Mo, another pot is also boiled."

"good!"

It takes a long time to cook the roasted pork with oil tofu, Yan Funing plans to use it in another pot to stir-fry celery first and then cook it.

Pour in the oil. When the oil is hot, pour in the shredded pork and stir-fry, then pour in the celery, and then add dried tofu.

The celery was fried quickly, and the seasoning was added, and it was quickly released and put on the pan.

It was still cold, so Yan Funing took a bowl and put it upside down on a plate with celery and placed it on the stove to keep it warm.

Clean the pan with fried celery, then peel the taro, slice the taro and put it on a plate.

After washing the rice, put it in the pot, scoop the water, and steam the taro on the rice rack.

The whole set of actions was orderly.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The aroma of the meal kept drifting out of the stove.

It was already dinner time, and I drank porridge early in the morning, and at this moment, Fu Ciyi was already empty.

I didn't want to eat that dish of nuts.

Finally, I reached out to grab two chestnuts and ate them.

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In the east wing, Fu Nanyao also smelled the fragrance of the food.

During this period, she ate the food she cooked with peace of mind and was often picky. It was not right now.

Two years later, Yan Funing is no longer sister-in-law.

She should have been happy to hear this news.

But now she can't be happy.

According to the truth, if my brother can go to high school, he will definitely marry a noble daughter from a noble family.

But to be realistic, how could a noble girl from a noble family look down on her sister-in-law, who is lame?

In addition to scolding their family, humiliating her brother, Yan Funing also humiliated her. The mistakes she made were really undecided.

Of course, it is a big disadvantage for her not to be a female celebrity.

The others are indeed good.

However, the news of separation from two years was like a bolt from the blue, and it was difficult for her to digest it alone, and she was eager to tell others.

Once he told his mother and Bei Mo, Yan Funing would probably leave early.

Fu Nanyao shook her head, saying that this matter could not be known to my mother and Bei Mo.

But she has targeted her everywhere during this period of time, how should she face her?

After thinking about it, she still couldn't think well. She wanted to take one step at a time, and at least she had to teach her how to make clothes.

Fu Nanyao made up her mind to find a suitable opportunity to tell her that she was willing to teach.

—

The food is 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 wrapped two cotton towels, my fingers were still burned.

She quickly pinched her earlobe.

Fortunately, there were no scalding this time.

Drink some soy sauce on the taro, and the simple steamed taro slices are ready.

A bowl of roasted meat from another pot was served with a bowl of oil tofu. There were many more in the pot. It seemed that I could have a few meals.

At this time, Fu Beimo clamored to help serve the dishes.

Even Fu Nanyao came. Although she didn't say anything, she just served the dishes and left.

Yan Funing raised the corners of her lips slightly, put all the meals in her mouth, and went to the west wing to call Fu Ciyi for dinner.

She was afraid that shouting would make him write, and she would make him misunderstand her strokes, and 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 raise his head, and said coldly: "Okay."

Yan Funing went to the main hall.

The four of them sat down and waited for Fu Ciyi to come after a while.

(End of this chapter)