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Xiao Yi was silent for a moment, enigmatic: "It's been so long, there are no bones left."
Nan Baoyi: ""
This answer is so cruel!
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Xiao Yi placed Nan Baoyi in this small house to recuperate from his injuries.
Nan Baoyi was bent on playing the role of a good wife in order to dispel Xiao Yi's wariness, so she pretended to take out the abacus and account book, knelt down by the west window, and asked Rourou: "Husband, I don't know how much money we still have at home. ? You are no longer a duck now. Our family has no source of income. Before you find the next job, you have to save money."
Looking for a job
Xiao Yi turned over two pages of the book and got a headache.
Nan Baoyi¡¯s voice became softer: ¡°Husband, money?¡±
Xiao Yi had no choice but to reach into his arms to dig it out.
When he walked on weekdays, Shi Yan would follow him to pay the bills. He hardly carried any money with him.
Being looked at by the little girl tenderly and expectantly, he took out the money for a long time, but only took out two pieces of broken silver.
The broken silver was placed on the low walnut table, which was pitiful.
Nan Baoyi secretly despised it.
It is also the most expensive duck in Jinling tour. Why do you only have so little savings?
Can't afford to support her.
She raised her eyes with a gentle smile: "How about your husband goes to Jinling for another two or three months?"
Xiao Yi: ""
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Scumbag.
Nan Jiaojiao, who has lost her memory, is a complete scumbag!
He said solemnly: "I have a lot of friends in Chang'an, and it only takes a few words to find a job. I don't need to worry about my family's money expenses. I can just rest in peace and recuperate."
Nan Baoyi shook her fan lightly and said with a smile: "My husband and I were joking."
She hid two pieces of broken silver in her sleeve pocket: "When I went home, I saw a small market selling vegetables outside the alley. I went to buy vegetables and cook. What would your husband like to eat?"
Shopping for groceries and cooking
Xiao Yi has an even bigger headache.
Nan Jiaojiao has never even been to the vegetable market, how can she still buy vegetables?
He had no choice but to say: "I'll go with you."
When Nan Baoyi came to the market, everything he saw was new.
It¡¯s just that she couldn¡¯t stand the smell of live poultry, so she gave Xiao Yi a piece of broken silver and said, ¡°Husband, go to the chicken coop and buy an old hen. I¡¯ll make you some old hen soup tonight to nourish your body.¡±
Xiao Yi took the money.
Yingjun¡¯s beautiful face was full of disbelief.
Nan Jiaojiao, are you making old hen soup?
She said it so naturally, as if she was being virtuous, but would she do it?
Nan Baoyi Danfeng¡¯s eyes were as clear and moist as water: ¡°Husband, why are you in such a daze?¡±
Xiao Yi had to say: "I'm going to buy chicken. You go over there and buy two green onions to add freshness. Buy two more potatoes and fry potato slices for dinner at night. You can buy other vegetables as you like."
Nan Baoyi should come down.
When Xiao Yi came back here with the old hen he bought, he saw Nan Baoyi coming back.
The little girl was walking in the noisy vegetable market with her skirt in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other. She seemed to be afraid of getting her embroidered shoes dirty, so she even walked on tiptoe. She looked so coquettish.
He glanced at the bamboo basket.
Asked her to buy two green onions, she actually only bought two, two as thin as hair.
Asked her to buy two potatoes, she actually only bought two small, small potatoes.
Xiao Yi¡¯s heart beat violently.
"Husband," Nan Baoyi shook the bamboo basket hesitantly, "Are the two green onions missing?"
Xiao Yi: ""
Since you know there is less, buy more!
Having no choice but to take her with him, Xiao Yi bought onions and potatoes again.
Back at the small house, Nan Baoyi rolled up her sleeves and started cooking.
However, facing the lively old hen, she felt worried.
She hesitated: ¡°Husband, this chicken is actually alive, it¡¯s so scary!¡±
Xiao Yi: ""
It¡¯s scary to buy a dead chicken!
Recalling that Nan Jiaojiao bombed his kitchen when she was young, Xiao Yi no longer had any expectations of her cooking.
He rolled up his sleeves and said calmly: "I'll do it."
Nan Baoyi was stunned.
She stared at the handsome man and saw him holding the old hen's neck with one hand and the vegetable with the other.?, that's how a knife falls with one hand, with a clean and sharp blow, and blood splashes three feet!
How could he still look like the noble and elegant gentleman he was in the boat on the lakeside when we first met Luo Yu!
Xiao Yi ordered: "Go and boil the water."
You can still boil Shuinan Baoyi.
After she boiled the water, she saw Xiao Yi squatting next to the basin and soaking the old hen in the boiling water for a while before starting to pluck the feathers, then disembowel it, bleed it and cut it into pieces. He was very familiar with the movements.
Xiao Yi stood by the chopping board wearing an apron, picked up the cut chicken drumstick and showed it to Nan Baoyi: "Is it enough to leave such a big drumstick for you?"
Nan Baoyi whispered: "It's too big, I can't finish it."
Xiao Yi then made another cut.
The fire in the stove was already burning, and he started to stew the soup.
Nan Baoyi stood nearby with a round fan in hand, watching him add firewood to the stove hole, water to the pot, and oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, onion, garlic, and ginger to the soup.
Lang Jun lowered his eyelashes and had a serious face. The thing he held in his hand was obviously a spatula, but he held it like a sword and a pen.
The husband is so beautiful that even when he is cooking and making soup, he is very eye-catching.
Nan Baoyi secretly thought, if he didn't have so many twists and turns, if he hadn't deceived her, maybe she would really be tempted by him.
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Nan Baoyi leaned against the stove and asked in a strange way: "Has your husband ever cooked for other women? Have the ladies you have entertained ever tasted your cooking?"
Xiao Yi glanced at her.
Nan Jiaojiao really loves him, even if she has lost her memory, she is still eager to be jealous.
Although the expression on his face was calm, his thin lips were slightly raised.
He cut a piece of radish in sugar water and put it gently into the little girl's mouth: "I have never cooked for anyone else. In this life, I only plan to cook for Jiaojiao alone."
The radish in sugar water is sweet and crispy.
Nan Baoyi covered her face with a fan and ate it in small bites. It was so sweet that it was so sweet to the core.
But I don¡¯t know whether it¡¯s the radish that¡¯s sweeter or his words that are sweeter.
She turned her face away silently, but her red eyes were as curved as crescent moons.
Because Nan Baoyi didn¡¯t like fried potato chips, Xiao Yi had to change them to steamed ones.
The old hen soup is still simmering on the fire.
Xiao Yi went to the backyard to fetch water. Nan Baoyi opened the lid of the pot and saw that the potato slices were steamed.
She looked at it for a moment, and suddenly an idea came to her.
So when the dishes were served, Xiao Yi saw that his steamed potato slices had turned into heart shapes.
Nan Baoyi held the plate with a gentle smile: "Husband, look, I made a dish specially for you, called 'A piece of ice in a jade pot'."
Xiao Yi: ""
A heart of ice in a jade pot?
Isn¡¯t this just the potatoes he steamed?
Nan Jiaojiao changed the shape of the potatoes, so it became her cooking?
Why doesn¡¯t she go to heaven?
Nan Baoyi picked up the chopsticks, Xiaoyi gently picked up a piece of love potato, and fed it to Xiao Yi's mouth: "Husband, please try it?"
Beauty is kind and generous.
Xiao Yi had to taste one piece.
Nan Baoyi¡¯s eyes were bright: ¡°How?¡±
Xiao Yi: ""
Although he steamed the potatoes himself, he still had to praise Nan Jiaojiao for her skill.
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