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Song Li doesn't know how to do needlework, and he doesn't want to learn how to do needlework either. In his opinion, embroidering various patterns on fabrics with a thin needle is very delicate work, so fine that he is not Capable.

Don't talk about embroidery, even if the clothes are torn, Song Li doesn't know how to sew them. When he was in college, he tried to sew clothes, but in the end he poked his fingers in many holes, and the clothes were also damaged by him. It was worse than before, so he decided he didn't want to touch the needle again.

Perhaps it was Dong Wu who told Granny Li about asking Chunying to come and talk with Song Li to pass the time. When Granny Li came to their house again this afternoon, Chunying also came with her, holding a bag in her hand. Baskets of needlework and fabrics, come to Dong Wu’s small cubicle to sit and do embroidery work.

Chunying was sitting on the rattan summer bed, and Song Li was holding a book and sitting on the chair opposite her. The sunlight outside was bright, and so was the room.

Chunying has always been reserved and not talkative, and Song Li is not talkative, so he reads his own book.

After reading for a while, he wanted to rest his eyes, so he put his gaze on Chunying's hand.

She probably doesn't do rough work very often, her fingers are very thin, and embroidery needs very soft hands. Her hands are very soft and beautiful.

She was embroidering a handkerchief, and the embroidered pattern should be peonies. Song Li was amazed at her craftsmanship because she didn't know how to do this.

Seeing Song Li staring at her, Chunying couldn't help but blushed, and didn't dare to raise her head, and said, "My sister's hands are thin, so embroidery should be good. My mother asked me to teach you. I don't know if you used to You can do embroidery."

Being called her younger sister, Song Li frowned, feeling quite embarrassed.

But it seemed that Chunying was even more embarrassed than him. He really didn't understand why Chunying blushed so easily, so he deliberately softened his voice so as not to surprise her, and said, "I haven't done it before, and I don't I like to do this, I just watch you embroider, I don't really want to learn."

Song Li's answer made Chunying look up at him in surprise, seeing Song Li's bright black and white eyes looking at her with a smile, she immediately blushed and lowered her head, some people always make it easy for both men and women shy.

Chunying said nervously, "Then I'll tell my mother that you are not suitable for this job. It's the same if you don't learn. Wu Lang will make money, so I don't need you to do embroidery to subsidize the family."

Song Li didn't expect her to be such a considerate person, so his affection for her increased a lot, thinking that the family who drove her back home was really blind, how could such a capable daughter-in-law not keep her? They also scolded people and drove them away.

Song Li was a man after all, he didn't understand how much a crime it was for a woman to have nothing to do and kill her husband in ancient times.

The status of women in this era is not too low, but the husband's family can still send the daughter-in-law back to her natal family if she has nothing to do.

Song Li has been reading, he can recognize characters, which makes Chunying very envious, she also said to him, "Do you know all these characters?"

Song Li didn't know all of them, and he was just learning. However, he learned very quickly. He read most of the Analects of Confucius, because he could recite the Analects of Confucius before, so at this time, he can basically recognize the characters. He replied, "Most of them know each other well, and some of them are unfamiliar."

Chunying looked at him with a smile, envious.

Chunying is the same age as Dong Wu, only ten days older than him, and this year is also 25 years old. This age is very young for modern women, but she can no longer be called a girl's family in ancient times, but she still seems to maintain a kind of Song Li liked the girl's innocence and shyness very much, so he said at this time, "If you want to learn how to read, I will teach you."

Chunying quickly waved her hand and said, "No, no. In fact, my husband also said that he would teach me before, but I am stupid and can't learn it. Now I can only write my name. It is useless for me to learn so many characters, so forget it!"

When Chunying said these words, her expression was full of nostalgia and sadness. Song Li used to think that Chunying was driven home by her in-laws. Did she have a bad relationship with her husband before? Now it seems that Chunying should be with her husband. It was only because her husband had a good relationship that she was able to show such nostalgia and sadness now.

It's just that God is very cruel most of the time, not only causing her to lose her husband, but also causing her to be driven home by her in-laws.

The dinner was cooked by Song Li. This was his first time cooking here. This time the cooking was considered successful and meaningful.

This is a water town, and there are many kinds of fish, but according to Song Li's observation, he found that Granny Li doesn't know how to cook fish at all, and she boils the fish into soup every time. Song Li asked if it's okay to cook other fish. He sneered at him and said, "You come from a wealthy family. You have tasted a lot of fish. Are you not used to my fish? Of course, I also know that fish are fried in oil in restaurants in the county town, but it takes a lot of money." How much oil, I can do it, but I dare not do it, Wu Lang can't stand such a waste."

So Song Li had no choice but to not talk to her, thinking that if he couldn't do it, he would just say it, but he wanted to quibble like this.

Song Li asked Dong Wu to bring back a two-jin grass carp, and then asked him to remove the scales and guts.

Dong Wu saw Song Li carrying the fish on the cutting board and said worriedly, "Let me do it, don't cut your hand."

Song Li raised his eyebrows at him, his big eyes sparkled, his face flushed, and he said boldly, "Just look at it, don't look down on others."

Granny Li came back from picking vegetables from the field, and said, "Wu Lang, you can let your little lady do it, and you can eat it later." She said this because she was watching Song Li's good show.

Chunying also stood aside to watch, then smiled, and said, "I want to try my sister's craftsmanship."

Granny Li's words were sarcasm, as if she expected Song Li to be unable to cook, but Chunying encouraged her. Naturally, Song Li didn't care about women, and didn't take Granny Li's words seriously.

He confidently took the knife and began to cut the fish, thinking that he must suppress Granny Li's arrogance.

However, due to lack of strength, and feeling panicked while holding the knife in his hand, he began to pant after slicing a few pieces of fish. Dong Wu quickly put the knife in his hand and said, "Just make the pieces into pieces, I'll do it." ,I come!"

Song Liben wanted to continue by himself, but Dong Wu directly took the knife from his hand, and then began to slice the fish into fillets.

Song Li had no choice but to prepare other dishes. Granny Li said when she saw the situation, "Young lady cooks, and a group of people will help."

Song Li could only smile, thinking that a good man would not fight a woman, let alone an old woman.He started cutting sauerkraut and other ingredients with another small cutting board.

Afterwards, apart from Dong Wu helping to light the fire, Song Li said that he would do it himself, and then looked expectantly at Granny Li, clearly telling her not to stand in the kitchen.

Granny Li then said to Chunying, "Let's go out and wait a while, and come and eat the banquet made by Miss Song later." Chunying smiled, and went out with her mother to the yard to do goodbye. things.

Song Li happily started cooking. Although he felt that he shouldn't be as knowledgeable as a woman, he still couldn't bear Granny Li's confrontation with him every time. He must convince Granny Li to convince him this time.

Song Li successfully made fish with pickled cabbage, golden pickled vegetables, tender fish fillets, slightly spicy taste, delicious and delicious.

Dong Wu, who was burning the fire, smelled the aroma and said, "I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking, my lady. Did you often cook before?"

Dong Wu called him his wife again, Song Li snorted dissatisfiedly, and then replied loudly, "I don't cook it often, but I have seen many recipes, you will know after a while, I am very talented in cooking. "

Dong Wu laughed in his heart when he heard him bragging.

Afterwards, he made fried eggplant fish, cut the eggplant into fish back shapes, and after putting the eggplant into the pot, he shouted to Dong Wu, "The fire should be lower."

Dong Wu quickly agreed.

After the eggplant fish is fried, it is topped with gravy sauce with crushed dried shrimps. It is placed in the shape of a fish and served on a white porcelain plate. A small flower carved from tofu is placed on the side of the fish head.

Both practical value and ornamental value are good.

I also cooked soup with wax gourd and tofu, and fried twice-cooked pork. The twice-cooked pork was fried with snowflakes. The snowflakes here are pickled pickles made of very thin shredded radish, which goes well with meat.

Song Li didn't understand why Granny Li would stew meat and vegetables every time she made meat. Although the taste was good, Song Li felt unsatisfactory because there were no tricks. Now he can finally cook meat other than braised meat. Other meats, although it is just a simple twice-cooked pork, but it is also a thing that opened up a new world on the dining table.

When the dishes were ready, Song Li told Dong Wu to bury the fire, scooped some rice into the pot, fried it with the oil from the twice-cooked pork, covered the pot and simmered it into rice crust.

Dong Wu came into the kitchen from the back room, saw Song Li's cooking, smiled and said, "It's really delicious."

Song Li said complacently, "My cooking skills are not bad, but you look down on me, hum!"

Song Li's small face was full of smiles, his eyes were shining brightly, his white and tender cheeks were flushed by the heat, and his face was stained with a few pot ashes. When Dong Wu saw it, he stretched out his hand to touch his face Song Li was stunned for a moment, trying to avoid it, and said, "What are you doing?"

Dong Wu said, "Your face is stained with pot ash and dirty."

"Really?" Song Li said, looking at Dong Wu's hand again, and said, "Your hands are also dirty, okay? Just reach out and touch my face!"

Dong Wu smiled and went to wash his hands. Song Li saw that his fingers were also a little dirty, so he and Dong Wu washed their hands in the wooden basin. There were hand washing supplies here. According to Song Li's observation, it was the juice from the saponins. Mix it with other things, and then form a kind of paste. Not only does it not hurt your hands when you wash your hands, but it also has a moisturizing effect, and the washing effect is not bad. However, Granny Li seems very reluctant to use this kind of thing, but Song Li Didn't take this "soap" seriously.

Dong Wu took Song Li's hand into his own in the water, Song Li wanted to break free, but Dong Wu didn't let go, Dong Wu held his hand and rubbed his fingertips, Song Li was so touched by him. Then it got itchy, and it took a lot of effort to pull his hand out. He glared at Dong Wu, but Dong Wu didn't show any strange expression. He kept his face upright, and said, "Do you think you have washed your fingers clean?"

Song Li wanted to be angry at this time but couldn't get angry, he just felt that Dong Wu had taken advantage of him, he must have taken advantage of him!But Dong Wu, the person involved, didn't look like he was taking advantage of others, so he couldn't get angry, so he had to think, could it be that he himself was too sensitive?

While Song Li was thinking about this, Dong Wu's fingers touched his face again. Song Li was startled and wanted to back away, but Dong Wu grabbed his arm. Dong Wu said, "Don't move around, I'll take you Wipe your face clean, or you will become a cat."

Dong Wu said with a smile on his face, and he didn't think that he was being ambiguous to Song Li like this at all, and Song Li thought that he was a big man, and Dong Wu didn't feel uncomfortable. It seemed hypocritical to break away, so I had no choice but to stand there in a daze.

At this time, a voice came from the door, "Is the dish not ready yet?"

It was Chunying who asked in a low voice at the door. From her perspective, what she saw was Dong Wu's back, and then she saw that Song Li seemed to be half-embraced by him in front of his chest. She thought it was the two young couples. What's the matter, so he blushed and hurried out.

Dong Wu and Song Li heard Chunying's voice, Dong Wu let go of Song Li and washed his hands again, Song Li went to look at the steamed rice in the pot, and said, "It's ready, you can eat."