Chapter 44 Fingertip Kiss Fu Ciyi was startled.
At this moment, it seemed that nothing he said was right, so he stood up and said calmly: "I'm going back to my room to write."
After saying that, he walked out slowly.
"Listen, he does it as soon as he says it."
Wan Niang shook her head, but her hands kept stroking Yan Funing.
Yan Funing narrowed her eyes and glanced sideways at someone.
Looking at his cold back, I thought to myself, would he be angry with her? After all, he was blamed by his mother.
Gotta smooth out his hair.
Thinking of this, she straightened up: "Mom, I bought meat and ribs this time."
Fu Beimo said happily: "I love eating ribs."
"Did you buy some meat?" Wan Niang asked with a smile.
"Well, I bought all the fat and lean meat. Let's make dumplings to eat today."
After Yan Funing finished speaking, she put the meat and ribs in the stove. The greased paper and kraft paper in the basket were placed next to the firewood in the stove. The greased paper could be used to ignite the firewood.
Then he carried the basket back to the woodshed, went back to the stove, cleaned his hands, and then returned to the room with two paper bags.
Hearing her footsteps returning to the room, Fu Ciyi focused on writing.
Yan Funing placed two paper packages, one large and one small, on the corner of the table, and first opened the paper package containing candles and oil lamps.
"I was running out of candles at home, so I bought some. I also bought a lamp. This lamp is called a fuel-saving lamp. It has two layers. There are holes at the bottom for filling water to cool down, and oil and wicks are placed on top for lighting."
Fu Ciyi raised his eyes and saw a brown ceramic lamp.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Funing couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so she added: "Copying books at night wastes my eyesight. It would be better to use oil lamps and candles together to make the room brighter."
Fu Ciyi's eyebrows moved slightly, and after a while he said: "There's no need to use them together. I can just use an oil lamp. You take the candle to the main room."
Yan Funing thought for a while and simply took the entire paper bag containing the candle, oil lamp and wick to the main room.
Wan Niang, mother and son are still in the main room.
Fu Nanyao saw that she had brought another brown paper bag and couldn't help but murmured: "What good things are hidden in it? Did you just want to hide it secretly?"
Wan Niang clapped her daughter's hand angrily: "How do you speak?"
Yan Funing smiled softly, put the paper package on the table and opened it.
"Mom, I bought a lamp and six candles. I wanted to give my husband some light when he was copying books at night, but he asked me to bring the candles."
"There is no candle in the oil lamp to light, this child..." Wan Niang felt sorry for her eldest son's sensibleness, and then said, "Funing, the oil lamp is placed in the main room for use, and the candle is for Ci Yi. If lighting one candle is not enough, Then order two."
In her opinion, eyes are the most important thing.
"Okay, mother, I see."
Yan Funing took out the oil lamp and wick and placed them on the table against the wall of the main room.
At this time, Wan Niang said to Longfengtai: "The oil we eat can be used in oil lamps, but candles are expensive. Before you lived in the Fu Mansion, you didn't know that money was everywhere in firewood, rice, oil and salt. Do you understand now?"
Fu Nanyao didn't believe it: "Is it true?"
Wan Niang turned her face towards Yan Funing: "Funing, tell me."
Yan Funing: "A pound of rapeseed oil costs fifty cents, and a candle costs twenty cents. If a pound of rapeseed oil is used to light a lamp, it can burn for a long time, and the candle can be lit in one night."
Hearing this, Fu Beimo said seriously: "Mom, sister-in-law, starting tonight, I will go back to my room to sleep in the dark."
Wan Niang laughed out loud: "Are you sincerely teasing your mother?"
"I want to save the candles for my brother to use for copying books." Fu Beimo said seriously.
He is indeed an innocent boy.
Yan Funing shook her head with a smile and decided to buy more oil lamps next time she went to town, one for each room.
He took the candle back to the room and said to someone: "Mom said, I will give you the candle to copy books."
Seeing her move her mother out, Fu Ciyi said nothing more.
Yan Funing took a jelly bean and ate it. It tasted sweet, so she pinched one and handed it over.
"Want some jelly beans?"
With the experience of being rejected last time, she didn't dare to get too close to him this time, and her fingertips were about half a foot away from him.
Fu Ciyi was writing seriously. When he heard about eating sweets, he adjusted his sitting posture and tilted his head indifferently.
With such a move, his lips almost touched her fingertips.
The cool lips touched her warm a fingertip kiss.
Yan Funing shivered in fright and quickly retracted her hand.
"You can't blame me, yes, yes, you did it yourself. I really don't want to take advantage of you!"
Looking at his gloomy face, she said a lot of words incoherently.
It is not a matter of throwing away the jelly beans held between your fingertips, nor is it a matter of not throwing them away.
Fu Ciyi said with a cold face: "Give it to me."
Yan Funing quickly took out the silver ingot from her purse.
"..." Fu Ciyi said, "It's not this thing."
Yan Funing was completely confused: "What can I give you?"
What else could this woman give him? Fu Ciyi closed his eyes, pinched his eyebrows, and said coolly: "Jelly beans."
After saying that, he spread his hands.
Yan Funing hurriedly put the jelly beans into his palm, and then instinctively waved her hand, as if she could get rid of the feeling of his lips remaining on her fingertips.
However, this move made Fu Ciyi look livid.
Is there poison on his lips?
Yan Funing was stunned on the spot. Seeing him staring at her fingers, she had no choice but to put her hands behind her back.
Their fingertips pinched each other, and they only hated themselves. Why weren't they smarter just now?
"If you don't want to eat those jelly beans, throw them away."
She originally thought that by giving him candles and candy, she would be able to ask him for advice.
I didn't expect things to turn out like this.
Fu Ciyi slowly put the jelly beans back into the paper bag.
The atmosphere in the room was indeed awkward. He wanted to change the topic and asked, "Where is the candy?"
"I bought four packs and divided them all." Yan Funing blinked and suddenly realized that he likes to eat candy, and said, "If you want to eat, I will buy it for you next time."
Fu Ciyi didn't answer.
He is not rare.
The woman bought four packs of malt candies, gave one pack to each of Nan Yao and Bei Mo, and gave the other two packs to two unrelated men.
You are really promising, thank you?
Ha ha……
Seeing that his face was getting darker and darker, Yan Funing's heart skipped a beat and she moved the whole bag of jelly beans over.
"I'll give it all to you. Eat as you please."
The voice was delicate and delicate, with a hint of flattery.
Fu Ciyi pushed open the paper package, picked up the langhao pen, and dipped it in ink.
Do you think he is a three-year-old child?
Yan Funing looked at his features carefully and asked softly: "Don't you want it? Then I'll give it to Nan Yao Beimo?"
"Let it go."
Seeing that he finally spat out two words, Yan Funing hurriedly spread the paper bag flat and put it away.
Fu Ciyi half-raised his eyelids and saw the jelly bean that they had pinched just now.
He doesn't have a sweet tooth, but...
Not wanting to delve into the reason, I then thought about giving an excuse, and then said: "They already have sugar, so it's inappropriate to eat too much."
"Yes, yes, you are right."
Yan Funing twitched the corners of her lips, but facing his overly cold face, she really couldn't smile.
The atmosphere in the room was really strange, and she really wanted to go out for some air.
The toes slowly pointed outward, and suddenly his cold and jade-like voice came from behind.
"You are not allowed to go to town alone from now on."
Out of nowhere, Yan Funing turned around and asked him, "Are you concerned about me?"
(End of this chapter)