Chapter 130 Treat Her Well
Yan Funing declined: "You don't have to take care of me like this."

Fu Ciyi pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed: "Let's talk."

She shook her head: "I don't want to talk."

She picked up the bowl and took a sip: "Thank you for buying me brown sugar and making ginger water for me."

Fu Ciyi clenched his fist and said nonsensically: "You and I deliberately kept a distance. Even Bei Mo saw it, and my mother noticed it even if she couldn't see it. Now that we are husband and wife after all, if we get along like this, the family will become suspicious."

Yan Funing recalled her behavior in the past few days, and she indeed kept a considerable distance from him.

"Then how do you think we should get along with each other in the future?"

She didn't want her mother-in-law and Bei Mo to be sad.

She didn't care about many things, but she knew in her heart that in this family, Wan Niang gave her the warmth of a mother, and Beimo treated her sincerely.

Fu Ciyi: "As before, you don't have to deliberately keep your distance from me."

She raised her eyes to look at him, her watery eyes staring straight at him but saying nothing.

At this moment, Fu Ciyi really wanted to slap himself in the face.

There was nothing wrong with me that night, it was not about being reserved.

In fact, when she touched his shoulder that night, she was afraid that if things continued to develop, she would not be able to control herself.

But I didn’t expect it to have such great stamina.

He stood up and put the chair back next to the desk: "You can take a rest."

After saying that, he left the house.

Fu Beimo and Ali were still in the fields.

The weather is getting warmer and weeds are growing, so weeding needs to be done every once in a while.

Fu Ciyi had no choice but to call Fu Nanyao to light the fire. He washed the rice and cooked it, and took a piece of Chinese cabbage to steam.

Cabbage is easy to cut and can be done with just a few knives.

Just as he was cutting the bacon, thinking that the chat just now was fruitless, the kitchen knife tilted and cut his hand.

He quickly put down the kitchen knife.

The kitchen knives and chopping boards made hurried sounds.

Fu Nanyao, who was lighting the fire, heard something was wrong in the voice and asked with concern: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's a bit broken."

Fu Nanyao stood up to check, and what he saw was that blood had wrapped the tip of his brother's index finger and was dripping on the ground.

She hurriedly dragged her lame leg to look for Yan Funing: "Sister-in-law, my brother cut his hand."

Previously, Bei Mo's cut on his arm was treated by his sister-in-law, who has experience in treating wounds.Furthermore, she wanted to get closer to her brother and sister-in-law.

Before the footsteps arrived, anxious voices entered the west wing first.

Yan Funing took a clean cloth and went to the kitchen: "How could you cut your finger? Is it serious?"

Fu Ciyi was washing his hands with cold water: "It's nothing serious, I just accidentally cut it."

She walked up to him, grabbed his hand, wiped the water with a clean cotton towel, and wrapped a strip of cloth around his fingers.

Fu Nan was lame, and her speed could not match that of Yan Funing.

She saw her brother and sister-in-law in the kitchen, so she wisely didn't go in.

Her mother, who happened to be sitting in the main room, called her: "Nan Yao, how did your brother cut his hand?"

Then she went to her mother.

In the kitchen, Fu Ciyi said: "It's just a small injury, it doesn't have to be like this."

He only had a small cut on the side of his left index finger, and since he was a man, it didn't hurt to leave some scars.

Yan Funing insisted on wrapping it up for him: "It's such a pity that such a beautiful hand has a scar."

She looked at the scar on the palm of her right hand. The scar was already very faint, but it was still there.

She is a hand control, and her hands are beautiful, but there are scars on the palms of her hands, which makes her uncomfortable.

This discomfort made her not able to look at other people's good-looking hands with scars.

Fu Ciyi also saw her scar.

He couldn't help but grab her hand, and gently stroked the scar along the palm of her hand with his fingertips: "It will get rid of it."

The voice is warm and pleasant.

Touch after touch made Yan Funing's palms itch, and she wanted to retract her hands uncomfortably.Although they are not a real couple, they are still a couple in name only, and hand-to-hand contact is unavoidable in daily life.

Regardless of whether he was reserved or not, she just regarded him as a pedantic and conceited ancient, and she just had to be herself.

But he shouldn't have touched her palm like this.

However, his injured hand clasped her wrist, preventing her from struggling hard, so she had to chase him away: "I'll cut the rest of the bacon. You go and write. Just call Nan Yao to light the fire."

Fu Ciyi said warmly: "But you have abdominal pain."

She helped him bandage it, and suddenly felt that the cut on her finger was worth it.

"I drank brown sugar and ginger water, and I feel much better." She pointed at the bacon with her chin, "Cut it and put it on a plate for steaming. I will go back to the room."

Only then did Fu Ciyi let go of her hand and went to call Fu Nanyao to light the fire.

When Yan Funing returned to her room to rest, Fu Ciyi was already writing furiously.

After the scene in the kitchen, the two of them were in the same room, still looking at each other without saying a word.

This state lasted until early the next morning.

Fu Ciyi said something to her and went to the village school.

In the afternoon, Li Xinheng came.

"Girl, I want to go into the mountains with you to dig for medicinal materials."

Quite a loud voice.

Fu Nanyao called out to him: "Brother Li, my sister-in-law is unwell and will probably go into the mountains in a few days."

Yan Funing opened the door of the west wing: "I won't go there in a few days. Brother Li, last time I saw your mother drying vegetables on a bamboo plaque. Who in the village sells those bamboo plaques?"

Li Xinheng: "Girl, do you want it?"

"Well, I want to buy some bamboo plaques to dry medicinal materials."

Li Xinheng scratched his head: "I made up those bamboo plaques."

Fu Nanyao said in surprise: "Brother Li has such skills?"

Li Xinheng smiled sheepishly: "I've learned this since I was a child. It's not convenient for me to go to the mountains these days, so I'll help make some bamboo plaques."

There was no bamboo at home, so Yan Funing called Fu Beimo and Ali: "Go to the bamboo forest and chop some bamboo."

The two teenagers responded.

Li Xinheng said: "I'll go with you. I know what kind of bamboo to use."

Yan Funing nodded: "Okay, please, Brother Li."

"No trouble." Li Xinheng waved his hand and left with the two teenagers.
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In the evening, the mountains reflect the setting sun, and Fu Ciyi returns from teaching.

While Yan Funing and Fu Nanyao were in the kitchen, he went back to his room, took the wooden box and went to the east wing.

"Mom, please help me give the hairpin to Yan Funing."

He sat down on the stool and placed the box in his mother's hands.

Wan Niang fumbled to open the box and touched the hairpin: "You kid, why don't you give it to yourself?"

Fu Ciyi said frankly: "I'm afraid if I give it to her, she will give it to Nan Yao."

He was actually afraid that she would not accept the pearl hairpin he gave her.

It’s hard to give a mirror as a gift, not to mention I only bought one pearl hairpin.

Besides, my sister has no shortage of jewelry.

When Yan Funing was driven out, she was only allowed to take away a few clothes and no jewelry.

After a slight pause, he added: "Mom, just say you gave it to her, so she is willing to wear it."

Wan Niang couldn't help but ask: "Is there something wrong between you two?"

Fu Ciyi didn't hide it from her: "My son said something to her, which made her angry."

Wan Niang raised her hand to touch Fu Ciyi's head and pointed hard at his forehead: "You, you, what can you tell me? I've been wondering a few days ago why there are so few words between you."

The eldest son was a man of few words, so she didn't think much about it.

Fu Ciyi didn't expect that her mother would actually notice.

Wan Niang sighed: "Son, please give me some snacks so that you can be nice to her!"

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