After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Xiao Yi was silent for a moment and said inscrutably: "It has been so long that there are no bones left."

Nan Baoyi: "..."

This answer is so cruel!

…

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 felt 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 walks on weekdays, Shi Yan follows him to pay the bills. He hardly carries any money with him.

Under the gentle and expectant gaze of the little girl, he took out the money for a long time, but only took out two pieces of broken silver.

The scraps of silver were placed on the low walnut table. They were very few.

Nan Baoyi secretly despised it.

It is also the most expensive duck in the Jinling tour. Why do you only have so little savings?

Can't afford to support her.

She raised her eyes and smiled softly: "How about your husband go 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 just need to rest in peace and recuperate."

Nan Baoyi shook her fan gently and said with a smile, "My husband and I were joking."

She hid two pieces of broken silver in her sleeve pocket: "When I came 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?"

Buying groceries and cooking...

Xiao Yi had an even bigger headache.

Nan Jiaojiao has never even been to the vegetable market, how can she still buy vegetables?

He could only say: "I will 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, 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 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 responded.

When Xiao Yi came back here with the old hen he bought, he saw Nan Baoyi coming back.

The little girl was holding her skirt in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other, walking in the noisy vegetable market. She seemed to be afraid of getting her embroidered shoes dirty, even walking on tiptoe. She looked so delicate.

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 eyebrows were beating hard.

"Husband," Nan Baoyi shook the bamboo basket hesitantly, "Are the two green onions missing?"

Xiao Yi: "..."

Now that you know there is less, buy more!

There was no other way, so Xiao Yi had no choice but to take her and buy onions and potatoes again.

Back at the small house, Nan Baoyi rolled up his sleeves and wanted to cook.

However, facing the lively old hen, she was troubled.

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 for her to cook.

He rolled up his sleeves and said calmly: "I'll do it."

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

She stared at this handsome man, and saw him holding the old hen's neck with one hand and the kitchen knife with the other. It was like taking the knife down with one hand, and it was so clean and crisp that blood spattered three feet!

How can he still look like the noble and elegant gentleman he was when we first met Luo Yu in the boat by the lake!

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, with very familiar 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 was already burning, and he began to stew the soup.

Nan Baoyi stood beside him holding a round fan, 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 look on his 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 that if he didn't have so many twists and turns, if he hadn't deceived her, maybe she would really be tempted by him.

Even if you marry such a husband, even if he doesn't make any money, if you keep him at home and look at him from time to time, your appetite for food will be much better!

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 crunchy.

Nan Baoyi covered her face with a fan and finished the meal in small bites. It was already sweet to the core.

But I don’t know whether it is the radish that is sweeter or his words that are sweeter.

She turned her face away silently, but her red and phoenix eyes were as curved as crescent moons.

Because Nan Baoyi didn't like to eat 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 struck 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: "Look, husband, I made a dish specially for you, called 'A Piece of Ice Heart in a Jade Pot'."

Xiao Yi: "..."

A heart of ice in a jade pot?

Isn't this the potato he steamed?

Nan Jiaojiao changed the shape of the potatoes, so it became the dish she cooked?

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, try it?"

Beauty is kind and generous.

Xiao Yi had to taste one piece.

Nan Baoyi's eyes were bright: "How?"

Xiao Yi: "..."

Even though he steamed the potatoes himself, he still had to praise Nan Jiaojiao for her skill.

Complicated feelings.

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