Chapter 46 He insists on watching Yan Funing quickly shook her head at him.
Seeing that her son and daughter-in-law didn't respond, Wan Niang couldn't help but ask, "Why, you don't believe me?"
Yan Funing smiled and said: "Believe it, of course I believe it."
"Then you're just waiting to have a grandchild?"
"Mom, you have to consider our current situation. My husband has to take the imperial examination. We have to make money to treat Nan Yao's leg and Bei Mo's head injury. There is no rush in giving birth to a child."
Speaking of twins, Wan Niang said in a lonely voice: "One leg and one head can't be cured. I have seen many doctors over the years." Thinking of her grandchildren, her voice became clearer again, "Ci Yi took the imperial examination and life." As long as there is no conflict with the children, mother will take care of the children for you. You think I am blind, but Nan Yao Bei Mo’s eyes are bright. No matter how many children you have, mother and Nan Yao Bei Mo can take care of them."
Yan Funing's lips twitched when she heard this: "Mom, please go and sit in the main room first. After I chop the dumpling fillings, I will make dumplings with you."
After hearing about the food, Wan Niang nodded and agreed with her daughter-in-law to help her back to the main room.
After helping her mother-in-law to sit down safely on the chair, Yan Funing immediately ran back to someone.
"pregnancy……"
Her cherry-red lips parted slightly before she uttered one word, which seemed to be wrong no matter what she said.
Fu Ciyi looked at her silently.
His eyes, as deep as the sea, seemed to reach straight into the heart, making it impossible for anyone to escape.
Yan Funing stamped her foot and whispered directly into his ear: "When you are in high school, there will be many noble ladies from aristocratic families helping you to have children, so you have to study hard to prepare for the exam!"
Fu Ciyi was confused when he heard this.
Yan Funing quickly walked out of the west wing. Seeing that he was stunned, she stuck her head into the window, raised her arms and clenched her fists.
Encouragement: "Come on, you will choose the most beautiful one by then, and the children you will give birth to will also be beautiful."
By then, they had reconciled, and she didn't have to worry about being shackled by she has the opportunity to see his child, she can smile and tell others: "Well, that is my ex-husband's child, isn't it beautiful!" 】
Thinking of this, she burst into laughter.
Then he happily ran back to the kitchen and chopped the dumpling fillings.
The sound of popping came from the stove, bringing excitement.
Hearing this, Fu Ciyi couldn't help but bite his back teeth.
Why is she so happy when he talks about other women giving birth to his children? The happier she is, the unhappy he is.
Anxiety welled up in my heart for no apparent reason. - In the kitchen, Yan Funing washed all the meat.
Thinking that lard is very fragrant when cooking, I planned to save half of the fat to cook lard.
Half a pound of meat is not much fat, but fortunately the stall owner gave me a small it evenly, chop half and leave half.
Chop a pound of lean meat into pieces, put it together with the chopped fat meat and cabbage, add soy sauce and salt, and add a little sugar to add freshness, and stir evenly.
There are no other seasonings at home, but the color of the meat filling is quite good.
More than one kilogram of meat is not much for a family of five, but with the addition of Chinese cabbage, the amount of stuffing increases.
After mixing the stuffing, Yan Funing kneaded the dough and prepared the dumpling wrappers.
After everything was ready, the fillings and noodles were brought to the main room.
Wan Niang called the twins over, and the four of them started working together.
The square table in the main room is large enough for a family to make dumplings together.
With the experience of making glutinous rice balls from the previous time, Fu Beimo quickly mastered making dumplings this ’s just that the shape is neither as round as glutinous rice balls, nor as round as dumplings.
Fu Nan smiled at him: "Why don't you make a round cake?"
Fu Beimo retorted: "Is it as round as your face?"
Fu Nanyao: "Smelly Beimo!"
Fu Beimo raised his sleeve and smelled himself: "It doesn't stink!"
Wan Niang laughed out loud, it was a good day like this.
After making the dumplings, Yan Funing took them to the kitchen.
Because Nan Yao and Bei Mo were quarreling just now, they still had flour in their hands, so they started fighting with each other in the main room.
Yan Funing didn't ask them to light the fire. She lit the oil-paper kraft paper that had wrapped the ribs and meat in the morning, and then put the finely chopped firewood on it to ignite it.
The small firewood started to light quickly, and the larger firewood was put on top.
Sure enough, making the fire went smoothly this time.
When Nan Yao and Bei Mo wanted to help light the fire, the fire in the stove was already very bright.
Fu Beimo clapped his hands and applauded: "Sister-in-law is smart!"
Fu Nanyao pouted: "Why don't you just light a fire?" Yan Funing was already used to Fu Nanyao's attitude.
It's good that she has the heart to come to the kitchen.
However, she had to have a good chat with her if she had the chance.
The water boiled quickly, and Yan Funing put down the dumplings, adding cold water three times before taking them out of the pot.
The newly baked dumplings are piping hot.
She had wrapped a cotton towel around the edge of the bowl, but her index finger was still burned.
Halfway through the walk, I couldn't drop the bowl, so I had to grit my teeth and carry the bowl to the main room.
"hiss--"
As soon as I put the bowl down, the burned part started to hurt.
Wan Niang heard her slight cry of pain and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, mother."
Yan Funing put her fingers in front of her lips and blew on it.
At this time, Fu Nanyao limped in.
Fu Beimo imitated Yan Funing's example and also brought a bowl of dumplings.
Wan Niang said: "Hurry up and check on your sister-in-law. Is she burned?"
Fu Beimo saw Yan Funing's red fingertips at a glance: "Yes, it's hot. It hurts. My sister-in-law's hands are red." He put the bowl on the table and said, "The soup is hot."
Wan Niang said anxiously: "Fu Ning, go and rinse it with cold water."
Yan Funing responded and returned to the kitchen.
Fu Nanyao whispered two words at her back: "Squeaky."
He limped into the kitchen, took the cotton towel Yan Funing put on the stove, and also brought a bowl of dumplings.
Halfway through the walk, she murmured in her heart that it was hot, but not as hot as a certain girl.
Could it be that a certain woman's skin was more delicate than hers? Yan Funing scooped up water with a ladle and dipped her fingers in the cold water, which made her feel better.
As soon as I took it out, it hurt again.
Fu Beimo came back to serve dumplings. Seeing Yan Funing frowning, he quickly returned to the main room with the bowl in hand.
As soon as he put down the bowl, he ran to the west wing.
"Brother, sister-in-law is injured. Go and have a look. If you don't, she will cry."
Seeing that his brother didn't move, he kept tapping the window sill.
Fu Ciyi then put down his pen, got up and went to the kitchen.
Fu Nanyao brought another bowl of dumplings. Seeing her brother coming over, she complained in a low voice: "She is so squeamish!"
Fu Ciyi looked calm and walked to Yan Funing in a few steps.
"Where's the injury?"
Yan Funing pinched her fingers: "It's not hurt."
Fu Ciyi frowned.
Fu Beimo said quickly: "Hand, my hand is hurt, brother, please blow it off."
Hearing this, Fu Ciyi glanced at his brother who was gesticulating at the door.
The eyes are quite cold.
Fu Beimo shrank his neck and returned to the main room obediently.
The fingertips hurt so much that Yan Fu sighed that her body was not up to par, so she had to dip her fingers into cold water again.
Fu Ciyi: "Let me take a look."
Yan Funing: "No need to look, I'll just soak it for a while."
She refused to look at it, but Fu Ciyi insisted on looking at it, so he couldn't help but pinch her index finger with two fingers.
What he saw was a red mark across his fingertips, slightly swollen.
Yan Funing instinctively wanted to retract her hand, but he squeezed her tightly.
(End of this chapter)