Chapter 689

Xiao Yi's silence for a moment, profound: "age, no bones."

"Nanbaoyi":.... "

This answer is cruel!

……

Xiao Yi placed nanbaoyi in this small house to recuperate his wounds.

Nan Baoyi was determined to play the role of a good wife, so as to dispel Xiao's wariness. So he took out his abacus and account books, knelt down at the west window, and asked softly, "husband, how much money do we have in our family? You're not a duck now. We don't have a source of income. You have to save money before you find your next job. "

Looking for work

Xiao Yi turned over two pages of the book and got a headache.

Nanbaoyi's voice is softer: "husband, silver money?"

Xiao Yi had to reach into his arms.

He walks on weekdays. He pays with ten words. He hardly carries any money with him.

The little girl was warm and soft and looked forward to looking at him. He took out for a long time, but only took out two pieces of silver.

Silver on the walnut low case, very little.

Nanbao clothes secretly despise.

It's also the most expensive duck in Jinling. How can you save so much?

I can't afford her.

She raised her eyes, smiling gently: "otherwise, my husband will go to Jinling for another two or three months?"

Xiao Yi said:

Scum girl.

Nanjiaojiao, who has lost her memory, is a thoroughly scum girl!

He said: "I have made a lot of friends in Chang'an. If I want to find a job, it's just a matter of a few words. There is no need for your wife to worry about spending money at home. You can take care of yourself and heal yourself. "

Nan Baoyi shook the fan and said with a smile, "I'm joking with my husband."

She hid two pieces of silver in her sleeve bag: "when I went home, I saw a small market selling vegetables outside the Hutong. I'm going to buy food to cook. What would you like to eat

Buying vegetables and cooking

Xiao Yi has more headaches.

Nanjiaojiao hasn't even been to the vegetable market. Will she buy vegetables?

All he had to say was, "I'll go with you."

Come to the market, Nanbao clothes see everything fresh.

But she couldn't stand the smell of live birds, so she gave Xiao Yi a ingot of silver and told him, "husband, go to the chicken coop to buy an old hen. I'll stew the old hen soup for you in the evening to nourish your body."

Xiao Yi took the silver.

Ying Jun's face is full of disbelief.

Nanjiaojiao, make old mother chicken soup?

She said so naturally, as if very virtuous, but can she do it?

Nan Bao Yi Dan Feng's eyes are as clear as water: "husband, what do you want to do?"

Xiao Yi only got a way: "I'm going to buy chicken. You can go there and buy two scallions to freshen up. Buy two more potatoes and fry potato chips in the evening. Other vegetables you look at to buy, buy what you like. "

Nanbao clothes should be sent down.

When Xiao Yi comes back here with the old hen he bought, he sees Nan Bao Yi's money coming back.

The little girl, with her skirt in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other, walked in the noisy and noisy vegetable market. She seemed to be afraid that she might dirty the embroidered shoes. She even walked on tiptoe, which was called a delicate spirit.

He looked at the bamboo basket.

Let her buy two onions, she actually only bought two, as thin as hair two.

Let her buy two potatoes, she actually only bought two small, small potatoes.

Xiao Yimei's heart beat hard.

"Husband," Nan Baoyi hesitantly shook the bamboo basket, "are the two onions less?"

Xiao Yi said:

Since you know less, buy more!

Unable to do so, Xiao Yi had to take her with her and buy scallions and potatoes again.

Back to the small house, nanbaoyi rolled up his sleeves and wanted to cook.

However, in the face of the lively old hen, she made a worry.

She hesitated: "husband, the chicken is alive, so terrible!"

Xiao Yi said:

It's terrible to buy a dead chicken!

Remembering that nanjiaojiao fried his kitchen when she was young, Xiao Yi had no expectation of her cooking.

He rolled up his sleeves and said, "I will."

Nanbaoyi is stunned.

She gazed at the beautiful husband, and saw that he held the old hen's neck in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other hand. The knife was lifted with one hand, crisp and clean, and blood splashed three feet!

What else is the noble and romantic figure of him in the boat by the lake when he first saw the rain!

Xiao Yi ordered: "go and boil the water."

I'll still be able to boil shuinanbao clothes.

When she cooked the boiling water, she saw Xiao Yi squatting beside the water basin and soaking the old hen in the boiling water for a period of time before she began to pluck the hair. After that, she rifled the belly, bled blood and cut into pieces. Her movements were very familiar.

Xiao Yi stood at the edge of the chopping board with an apron, picked up the cut chicken leg and showed it to Nanbao Yi: "is it enough to leave such a big chicken leg for you?"Nanbao Yi jiaosheng: "too big to eat."

Xiao Yi cut again.

The stove was ready and he began to stew.

Nan Baoyi stood by with a round fan in his hand, watching him add firewood to the stove hole, add water to the pot, and add oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, scallion, garlic and ginger to the soup.

Lang Jun lowered his eyelashes, and his side face was serious. He held a spatula in his hand, but he was holding a sword and a red pen.

Lang Jun is beautiful, even if it is cooking soup, it is also very eye-catching.

Nanbaoyi secretly said that if he didn't have so many calculations, if he had not cheated her, maybe she would have been attracted to him.

Married to such a husband, even if he can not earn money, but put it at home, look at it from time to time, even if he can't eat much better!

Nanbao Yi leaned on the edge of the stove and asked, "have you ever cooked for another woman? Have you ever tasted the dishes you've cooked

Xiao Yi looks at her.

Nanjiaojiao really loves him. Even if she loses her memory, she can't bear to be jealous.

Although his face was light, his thin lips were imperceptibly raised.

He cut a piece of sweet radish and gently put it into the little girl's mouth: "I have never cooked rice for others. In my life, I only want to cook for Jiaojiao alone. "

Sweet radish is sweet and crisp.

Nanbaoyi group fan cover face, small mouth after eating, is sweet to the heart.

But I don't know whether it's radish or his words.

She did not open a small face in silence, but Danfeng's eyes were like crescent.

Because nanbaoyi didn't like fried potato chips, Xiao Yi had to change to steamed.

The old hen soup is still stewing on the fire.

Xiao Yi went to the backyard to fetch water. Nan Baoyi lifted the lid of the pot and saw that the potato chips were steamed.

She looked at it for a moment, and then it came to her mind.

So when the dishes were on the table, Xiao Yi saw his steamed potato chips turning into hearts.

"Wanjun asked me to make a plate with a gentle smile."

Xiao Yi said:

A piece of ice in the jade pot?

This is his steamed potato.

Nanjiaojiao changed the shape of the potato, so it became her dish?

Why doesn't she go to heaven.

Nanbaoyi picked up the chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of love potato, and fed it to Xiao Yi's mouth: "husband, have a taste?"

Beauty is very kind.

Xiao Yi had to taste one.

Nanbaoyi's eyes are bright: "how?"

Xiao Yi said:

Obviously, it's his own steamed potatoes. He has to be coquettish and skillful.

The mood is complicated.

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