Shortly after the two returned home, they saw the Hu family carrying dead wood and swaggering past their door.
Fu Beimo saw it and was so angry that he wanted to chase him out, but was stopped by Yan Funing.
"Sister-in-law, that wood is for us to pick oyster mushrooms."
He recognized it, and there was no mistaking it.
Yan Funing said: "They treat rotten wood as treasure. After a while, they will have to find a place to throw it away."
Fu Beimo looked at the oyster mushrooms in the basket and said sadly, "We won't have to pick them anymore."
"Even if oyster mushrooms grow on that wood, there won't be many more."
Yan Funing took out the oranges from the basket on her back.
Since it had been put together with oyster mushrooms, I rinsed it with water, peeled the orange open with slender fingers, and gave half of it to Fu Beimo: "Eat it."
Fu Beimo ate half an orange in two bites.
Fu Ciyi, who was washing his hands slowly on the side: "..."
Who said you want to eat oranges with him? She took out two oranges and gave one to the old man. She actually gave half of the remaining one to Bei Mo.
Bei Mo was his biological brother, so he barely cared about it.
At this moment, Yan Funing divided the remaining half of the orange into two parts and placed one part in his palm.
Fu Ciyi was startled.
Yan Funing quickly ate her portion and frowned: "Why is it so sour?"
"Is it sour?" Fu Ciyi slowly broke off a piece and ate it.
It's sweet, not sour at all.
Fu Beimo nodded honestly: "It's quite sour."
As long as it is given by his sister-in-law, he will eat it no matter how sour it is.
Yan Funing took an apple, and Fu Nanyao walked into the kitchen.
"Sister-in-law, I have already sewn the training pants and put them on the bed in the west wing. You can try them out when you have time."
"Sew so fast?"
Yan Funing washed the apple, cut it twice, and gave a piece to Fu Nanyao first.
Fu Nanyao pinched the apple and took a bite: "The pants only have a few threads, so they were sewn very quickly."
Yan Funing nodded, gave Fu Ciyi and Fu Beimo each a piece of apple, and ate the remaining piece herself.
"Oranges are too sour, I have to neutralize them."
Someone actually said that orange was sweet.
After eating the apple, Yan Funing returned to her room.
A pair of ultramarine exercise pants was placed on the bed. The waist and legs of the pants had ties to tighten them.
I have to say that Fu Nanyao's tailoring skills are really good. She only made a few scribbles before she made it.
Then he took the pants back to the kitchen and showed them to Fu Nanyao.
"The length is just right, just the style I want."
Fu Nanyao observed her expression carefully: "Sister-in-law, do you like this color?"
Yan Funing looked down at her pants and said in a sweet voice, "I like it."
She picked the colors of the five pieces of cloth, and she naturally liked them.
Fu Nanyao smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, go put it on quickly and show us."
Yan Funing nodded and went back to her room to try them on.
In the kitchen, Fu Nanyao said to his brother, "Did you hear me? My sister-in-law likes the color of your robe."
means something.
Fu Ciyi remained silent.
Fu Beimo interrupted: "Where are my blue robes?"
Fu Nanyao said impatiently: "I'll do it tomorrow."
Fu Beimo was dissatisfied: "More tomorrow? Round face, you have to speed up. I want to wear the same color clothes as my sister-in-law to practice."
Fu Nan's slender eyebrows tightened, and she tried to pull the corner of Fu Beimo's mouth: "You scolded me for having a round face, and you have the nerve to ask me to speed up?"
As soon as the words fell, the two began to struggle.
The twins have been like this since childhood, and Fu Ciyi has long been accustomed to Funing came back and saw the commotion in the kitchen, and whispered: "Are you still looking at my pants?"
The two people who were fighting stopped their hands after hearing the sound, and looked at Yan Funing with their brother.
In front of her, she had a slender waist, standing upright like a slender figure.
Because the trouser legs are large, they look like a skirt at first glance, but they are quite comfortable to move around.
Fu Nanyao clapped his hands: "Not bad, my skills are really good."
Fu Beimo also clapped his hands: "That's my sister-in-law who looks good in anything she wears."
Yan Funing looked at Fu Ciyi: "Husband, can my pants be worn in a horse stance?"
Fu Ciyi nodded slightly: "Probably okay."
In fact, early in the morning he had seen that her clothes were too tight for practicing kung fu, and now he thought that the skirt was even more unsuitable for horse walking.
Yan Funing raised her hand in invitation: "Go to the courtyard and walk on horseback, and ask Master for advice!"
She wanted to make up for what she didn't practice this morning.
"Sister-in-law, I can also teach you."
Fu Beimo left the kitchen first and took a stance at the door of the hall.
Fu Nanyao had trouble with his legs and feet, and he didn't like to practice martial arts, so he stayed in the kitchen washing rice and washing vegetables.
Fu Ciyi stepped into the courtyard and raised his hand a few feet away from Fu Beimo, signaling Yan Funing to stand there.
Yan Funing obediently stood up at the place he designated.
Fu Ciyi said calmly: "Put your feet apart, slightly wider than shoulder width, and squat down with your knees bent."
Yan Funing did as he asked.
Fu Ciyi added: "Look straight ahead with both eyes, palms facing inward."
Yan Funing only stood for a moment before she felt her legs begin to tremble.
Of course, he wanted to learn kung fu, and he had to persevere no matter what, so he gritted his teeth.
Fu Ciyi looked at Fu Beimo's posture and nodded happily. When he walked to Yan Funing, he frowned slightly.
The girl in front of him had her legs shaking, but she still persisted, making him unable to bear to expose her.
But there was something wrong with her posture, so he walked behind her and gently touched her back with his fingers: "Keep your body neutral. This will save you a lot of effort."
Hearing this, Yan Funing straightened her back.
As she moved, her waist became more and more slender, not even tight.
After all, the new trousers are different from the skirts, and the fabric fits the body curves better.
Fu Ciyi calmly moved his eyes away, but the image of waist as waist and hips as hips was burned into his mind.
He walked up to her, and his eyes accidentally fell on her upturned breasts.
Can't teach! It really can’t be taught!
Fu Ciyi closed his eyes, pinched his eyebrows, and took a straight stick from the woodshed.
Then he walked quickly to Fu Beimo and said in a cold voice: "Raise your arms and keep your legs steady. You still want to teach others your posture?"
When Fu Beimo was slightly dissatisfied, he would tap him with a stick.
Although it didn't hurt, his brother's expression was serious. When the stick came down, Fu Beimo began to sweat.
He didn't know when his brother would actually fight.
If it really hits you, it will be very painful!
Yan Funing saw that Fu Beimo was scolded by someone even though he was excellent at horse-stepping. In her situation, she was probably about to be beaten, so she bit her lower lip desperately.
Fu Beimo didn't know why his brother was acting like this, so he complained softly: "Brother, didn't I practice well?"
"Did you practice well?" Fu Ciyi picked up two empty buckets from the kitchen and asked Fu Beimo to carry them one on the left and one on the right. "Complain again and fill the buckets with water."
Fu Beimo had no choice but to pick up the bucket obediently. After a while, he started to exhale.
At this moment, Wan Niang groped her way out of the east wing. She heard the noise and asked, "What is Beimo doing?"
Fu Beimo seemed to have seen a savior: "Mom, my brother bullied me for no reason. He not only bullied me, but also bullied my sister-in-law. The two of us are doing a good job, but my brother is not satisfied."
Yan Funing couldn't hold on any longer and discussed with Fu Ciyi: "Can I practice again before going to bed?"
She was so tired that she just wanted to lie down. (End of chapter)