"You won't let mother and sister know?" Fu Feng looked up and down at Ren Yun Xing suspiciously, "Elder sister took the keepsake, why would I tell you to call me Cousin A Niu? "You're lying to me!"
"I'm sorry, your sister. Let me stay here for now. I'll tell you when I get the chance."
He frowned as he pretended to be mature: "Don't try to lie to me, I won't believe you. Earlier, I heard from the outside that you were footman and wanted to lie to my sister about the money, I told you that my family is poor and we don't have any silver to give you, so let's go quickly."
footman was the pretty boy who often asked for silver. Did he know that his sister had dozens of silver taels?
Ren Yun Xing was startled, his intuition was right. Although this child was young and had good foresight, he liked it.
"footman? What a joke, which part of me looks like a footman? footman is as handsome and elegant as me?
Fu Feng curled his lips. There was disbelief in his little eyes. He looked alike everywhere, pure and white.
Ren Yun Xing folded his arms across his chest, staring at Fu Feng, this child was big and small, and was not as innocent as he looked on the surface. From the moment they first entered the door, when they saw Fu Feng calling out to their big sister, they had thought that he was just an ignorant child.
It was a little fox. It was completely different from the one he had just seen.
"Brat, you really know how to act!" Ren Yun Xing squinted his eyes. This child had piqued his interest. At the time, he was curious as to why Fu Yao had stayed in this little village. It was probably because of the child in front of him.
"Same here." Fu Feng did not pretend to be timid. Facing Ren Yun Xing in a serious manner, when he first saw Ren Yun Xing, he did not think that he was a good person.
All these years, Fu Feng had been at Fujimori's side. After all the hardships he had endured, the most powerful move he had learned was just a scheme.
In that state of poverty, this was the most advantageous solution.
As far as the Lu family's shoe store was concerned, Mother L? took good care of his family, just because he was young and cute. Second Master Li also saw that he was cute and obedient, taking care of him.
"You acted as if you didn't know anything from the start, causing your sister to stay in sympathy. If she can't tell, then can't I?" Ren Yun Xing squinted his eyes. When he went to the back of the mountain, he found out that Fu Yao was only staying with them from the moment she returned to the moment she stayed behind.
He was certain that Fu Yao was not an easy person to stay in. She was a free woman, and could not stay in the mountain village.
Fortunately, these people did not know how to use torture. Otherwise, Fu Yao would not fall into his hands.
In the end, Fu Feng was still a seven-year-old child, but after being poked, his eyes had shrunk back a little. "What are you talking about, I don't understand."
"It's okay if you don't understand. Kids are cute and smart, but they have to be used on the right path." Ren Yun Xing laughed, he had seen through these tricks.
He finally understood Fu Yao's weakness. He would probably be able to use it in the future as he stroked his chin.
Fu Feng did not speak. With the back of his hands behind his back, he looked at Ren Yun Xing in alarm. Did this A Niu see that he was trying to trick him?
"Little fox, come here." Ren Yun Xing hooked his fingers at him, he kept flipping around his body, and finally took out a ring from his waist, "This is my first time meeting you."
Fu Feng shook his head. He did not want it, it was too big for him to wear, it would be useless, he even had it as a seat, but Ren Yun Xing just gave it to him.
It was only then that Fu Feng realised that this was trouble. It was already too late to throw away the thumb ring, the little fox had already been tricked by the big fox when it was very young ?
"Mom, it's time to eat." Fu Yao carried a good bowl of chicken soup. Two chickens, one was made into a big plate, the other was used to nourish the body of the Fujimori.
Fujimori sat up from the bed. Her face was flushed red and her complexion looked much better than before. She reckoned that she would be able to get off the bed and walk around very soon.
"That A Niu, what happened to him? Could he be someone with an unorthodox background?" Fujimori was holding chicken soup, feeling a little uneasy.
She was naturally dissatisfied with her daughter for casually bringing her along. A girl who had yet to leave the pavilion had such a disgrace to her reputation, and her reputation was not good to begin with.
"Mother, don't worry. A Niu is a rich family in the county, he was kicked out by his grandmother to hide because he committed some crimes. He left in a few days and even gave me a lot of silver." Fu Yao explained, "Actually, I don't want to, but my family is so poor, if I ask him to take shelter, he can give me some silver. My family needs silver everywhere, Feng Er still has to go to the private school. Besides, I know him, and it's not a man's fault that he's in trouble. "
"But you're a girl and not a real man. Some people are talking nonsense outside and don't have a good reputation for you."
When Fu Yao came back, there were already a lot of people gossiping, what did it matter if she brought a man back?
"Mom, don't worry. No one will say anything." Fu Yao comforted her, her mother was overthinking things.
Furthermore, there was no way to save her. In less than a day, she, Fu Yao, would probably be able to get a footman to spread to somewhere ten miles away. It was all Fu Chun Hua's fault. She would give her a good beating when she had the chance.
Fujimori still had something she wanted to say, so Fu Yao quickly stopped her from saying what she was about to say, "Mother, quickly try the chicken soup I made, and see if it's tasty."
Fujimori sighed, she knew that she did not want to continue talking about this, it would be useless for him to be anxious, but which one of her mothers was not nice for her daughter, even if Fu Yao returned after running away for 8 years, Fujimori would still not listen to others saying that Fu Yao was wrong.
Forget it, just let her settle this matter.
Little Jun took a sip of the soup, and immediately opened her eyes wide in admiration, "Yao'er, it's delicious."
"Drink as much as you want."
"How did you do it? In the past, you were even clumsy at washing vegetables." In the past, Fu Yao did not like cooking, she had changed too much in 8 years, even the food was so delicious.
"It's just a common practice. It tastes like spring onion, ginger, garlic, and garlic. The time it takes to stew is quite long, so I only put in some medlar."
It had to be said that cooking required talent. Some people only needed simple seasonings to make delicacies. The main difference was the heat and the taste of salt. Everything had a certain order.
Apart from the heat, she had also grasped the exact salinity, which was why the soup was so tasty and very important to her.
After taking care of Fujimori, Fu Yao returned to the kitchen. Originally, she wanted to make a big chicken, but she forgot that there were no potatoes in this time and space.
Can a big chicken be called a big chicken if it doesn't put potatoes in it?
They could only make spicy chicken. Fortunately, there were some dried red chilli peppers at home. This house had to be tidied up well from tomorrow onwards. It would soon be autumn, so it was impossible for the weather to turn cold in this shitty house.
"Time to eat." After Fu Yao finished scooping up the rice, she shouted out.
Among the big and small figures, Ren Yun Xing hugged Fu Feng and looked to be quite harmonious.
"It smells so good." Ren Yun Xing placed Fu Feng on the chair, and naturally sat in front of Fu Yao, and picked up his chopsticks to pick up the chicken, "The fragrance of both meat and meat is perfect, it's spicy and fresh. This thing should only be present in the sky, it's rare to see it in the world."
"You're talking so much nonsense just to eat."
"Then I won't be able to eat or sleep."
After a while, Fu Yao's and Fu Feng's eyes were wide open as they stared at each other. The chopsticks were still floating in the air, and half of the food on the table had already entered Ren Yun Xing's stomach.
Fu Yao muttered: "You might as well say it ? Ah, that's not right, Ren Yun Xing, stop right now and leave me some, I still haven't eaten Feng Er ?. "
The tug-of-war for food had begun.