"Just write. If you don't write well, don't ask me to pay for it. I don't have that much spare money to pay for your fan." She dipped her pen in the ink, and Wei Cheng made room for her. She sat down, upright, and slowly Write slowly.
Although the Shen family is not a wealthy family, Shen's mother attaches great importance to her daughter's academic accomplishment. She will let her study if she can. She will also sell her dowry and work and send her to study under the best private school in the city. She has to do her homework well, almost to the point of failing. This is far different from her usual image of a weak wife and loving mother. She is not at all like other families in this world who raise daughters, who all think that their daughters are destined to be in the future. Those who are married are not willing to spend too much money on their daughters.
Fortunately, hard work always pays off. The quality of the private school that he spent a lot of money to attend is better than that of a small place. Coupled with Shen's mother's strict supervision, Shen Yinxiao learned the Six Arts of a Gentleman at the age of fourteen, including etiquette, music, archery, and martial arts. In addition to imperial skills, calligraphy and mathematics, the other five arts are already considered very good. One hand can write in small regular script with hairpin flowers, as graceful as a tree and as quiet as a breeze.
The reason why the horsemanship is not good is simply because the Shen family can't afford to raise a good horse, and they don't have to practice it when they go home. In addition, Shen's mother also feels that the girl's family is not good at riding horses, and the girl's family should take a BMW and a fancy car, so she gives up.
Having said that, the Shen family does not have a car. They only have a donkey named Xiaofu who travels for her. However, that donkey was eaten by Wei Cheng and his party not long ago until only the bones were left. It should be said that there were no bones left. There was some leftover, because they also used the bones to make a pot of soup and drank it.
If Shen's father's health hadn't deteriorated day by day after the age of fourteen, and she had to support her family, she could still continue to learn from her private school teacher. Maybe she could also imitate Wei Hanzhang, the famous Yuanjiu layman in Chang'an City, and become a generation A learned man.
"Okay." She put down her pen, spread the folding fan in her palm with satisfaction, and blew on it, but no one responded.
I don't know when Wei Cheng was no longer in the room. She looked around and couldn't find the moon-white figure. She put down the folding fan and stood up. When she heard a strange noise coming from outside the house, she opened the door and walked out to follow the sound.
The rain was still falling, and the thunder gradually stopped. The sound of "pinging" came from the direction of the cook. The cook in the other courtyard was almost idle. Anyway, when she was there, she had never seen a fire. What did you want to eat? , Wei Cheng’s people brought them, and they were all dishes from the best restaurants in the city, or her favorite roadside snacks.
"Young Master?" She opened the door and looked at the figure leaning down behind the stove. She called out tentatively. He looked up from the pile of firewood, saw her coming, and waved.
"Come here." He threw the last firewood in his hand into the stove, bent down and patted the ashes on his hands and clothes. "You know how to watch the fire, right? Come and sit here."
She calmly sat down on the pony at the mouth of the stove.
"Higher heat." He skillfully rolled up his sleeves, picked up the cleaned spatula, and held two eggs he got from nowhere in his other hand. He knocked them casually on the edge of the stove and beat the eggs. Into the already heated oil pan.
"You actually know how to cook." She stared at his smooth movements in stunned silence, even forgetting that he always disliked her calling him "you and me".
The man's sword-wielding hand waved the spatula without showing any signs of stage fright. The pot was shaken by the wind, and the golden egg blossoms and snow-white rice grains were wrapped together, and the grains were distinct when raised.
"You don't know that I still have a lot of things to do." His thin lips pursed into a straight line, and he looked at the egg fried rice rolling in the pot with concentration, like a general staring closely at the marching plan before the war.
He was originally a general, she almost forgot.
She actually loved the way he looked. When he was serious, even the tips of his hair looked high-spirited. Yun Xian said that men who do housework are the best looking, but unfortunately there are only a handful of men in this world who are willing to do housework. , especially the young master brother, so the young master brother who is willing to do housework is simply the most handsome man among handsome men. She is not deceived by this statement.
She actually wanted to speak and tell him, "You look so beautiful like this, I like it very much." But every time she wanted to say this, the words came to her lips but she couldn't.
The easiest words to blurt out are the sharpest words.
People with low self-esteem always subconsciously protect themselves with thorns. She occasionally noticed her low self-esteem, but she had nowhere to talk about it and didn't know where to start. The private school teacher taught her etiquette, justice and shame, but her stubborn and weak self-esteem can only be used by herself. It's simply sad when it comes to the person you like.
She laughed at herself, lowered her head and added another firewood to the stove where the fire was a little smaller. The raging fire reflected her face orange-red, and the heat wave on the shop floor made her hands, feet, eyebrows and eyes warm.
Wei Cheng glanced at her, who was sitting obediently on the bench with her knees folded, her face melancholy, smiled, and suddenly said, "The egg fried rice I make won't taste worse than yours, don't worry."
"Did you go to military high school?"
There was only one oil lamp lit in the kitchen, hanging on the wall. The light was like a bean. The small flame of resentment trembled and trembled. Wei Cheng's face flickered in the dim lamp, "No."
His voice was low, his eyes were blurred for a moment, and his memories of the past were blurred. In his memory, the woman's face was blurred, but he remembered the egg fried rice she taught him for many years.
"It's my mother. When I was eight years old, my father sent me to the military camp. The food in the military camp was rough. My mother was afraid that I wouldn't be able to eat well. When I came home, she taught me how to make egg fried rice. She said that as long as she If you know how to cook, you won’t starve yourself.”
It took several years to finish talking in a few words.
The topic suddenly became a little sad. Everyone knew that the first wife of the governor of Youzhou had died of illness a few years ago, and Wei Cheng had lost his biological mother since he was a child.
Shen Yinxiao's ability to comfort people is almost zero. For example, when Yunxian comes to her crying and confiding in anger, she always subconsciously comforts: "Don't be sad."
After she comforted him, Yun Xian only became more sad.
According to her experience, it was best to change the subject at this time. She was silent for a moment and said: "My mother also said that if I learn to cook, I don't have to ask anyone to eat anything I want in the future. I can cook it myself."
Unexpectedly, Wei Cheng laughed mercilessly when he heard this: "Is that what you made? Except for those snacks and beancurds, the rest were thrown to the hounds in my tent, but they didn't eat them."
She glanced at him secretly, picked up two thin sticks and threw them in: "I didn't say I would cook it for you! I'll cook it for others! There are people who are willing to eat the food I cook!"
His face suddenly darkened, and the spatula in his hand hit the pot with a loud bang. He sneered twice: "Who are you going to feed it to?"
Just when she was about to speak, she saw his expression and remembered that he was under the eaves now, so she had to lower her head and said, "Make it for my parents!"
His face softened, and he took out two blue and white porcelain bowls from the cupboard. Just as he was about to serve rice, he found that one of them had a corner broken. He put the broken one back into the cupboard and put all the fried eggs and fried rice in it. In a bowl.
"Turn off the fire and go back to your room to eat." He ordered calmly, picked up the rice, took out his chopsticks, turned around and walked out. Outside the door, the moonlight on the sky was as cold as water, and his shadow was stretched very long. In an instant, boundless loneliness was born, which was eerie. I couldn't help but want to hug him.
Shen Yinxiao took the tongs and poked the stove a few times. After the fire was extinguished, he hurriedly followed.
