Chapter 689: Why didn't Nan Jiaojiao go to heaven?

Xiao Yi was silent for a moment, unpredictable: "The age is long, and there is no bones left."
Nan Baoyi: "..."
This answer is so cruel!
...
Xiao Yi placed Nan Baoyi in this small house to heal his injuries.
Nan Baoyi was dedicated to playing the role of a good wife in order to eliminate Xiao Yi's wariness, so she pretended to take out the abacus and account book, knelt down by the west window, and asked softly: "Husband, I don't know how much money we have in the house. You are not a duck now. Our family has no source of income. You have to save money before you find your next job."
Looking for work...
Xiao Yi turned two pages of the book and got a headache.
Nan Baoyi's voice was softer: "Husband, silver?"
Xiao Yi had to stretch his hand into his arms.
When he walks on weekdays, he always pays the bill with ten words, and he hardly carries any money on him.
Watched by the little girl's gentle and expectant gaze, he bit his scalp and took a long while, but only took out two silver coins.
The shredded silver was placed on a low walnut table, which was pitiful.
Nan Baoyi secretly despised.
It is also the most expensive duck in the Jinling Tour, so why is it so much savings?
Can't support her.
She raised her eyes and smiled softly: "Why don't your husband go to Jinling for another two or three months?"
Xiao Yi: "..."
Scum girl.
Nan Jiaojiao, who has lost her memory, is a complete scum girl!
He said solemnly: "I also have a lot of friends in Chang'an, and I want to find work, but it's just a few words. I don't need to worry about the money at home. I don't need to worry about the lady. The lady is relieved and healed."
Nan Baoyi shook his group fan lightly and said with a smile: "I'm joking with my husband."
She hid two ingots of broken silver in her sleeve pocket: "When I came home, I saw a small market selling vegetables outside the alley. I'm going to buy vegetables and cook. What does my husband want to eat?"
Buy groceries and cook...
Xiao Yi had a headache.
Nan Jiaojiao hasn't even been to the vegetable market. She still buys vegetables?
He had to say: "I will go with you."
When he came to the market, Nan Baoyi saw everything fresh.
It's just that she couldn't stand the smell of live poultry, so she gave Xiao Yi an ingot of silver coins, and said, "Husband, go to the chicken coop to buy an old hen. I will stew the old hen soup for you to nourish your body at night."
Xiao Yi took the silver coin.
Ying Jun's deep and gorgeous face was full of disbelief.
Nan Jiaojiao, make old hen soup?
She took it for granted, as if she was very virtuous, but would she do it?
Nan Baoyi Dan's phoenix eyes are as clear as water: "Husband, what are you in a daze?"
Xiao Yi had to say, "I'm going to buy chicken. You can buy two green onions over there for freshening. Buy two more potatoes and fry potato chips at night. You can buy other vegetables and buy what you like."
Nan Baoyi should go down.
When Xiao Yi returned here with the old hen he had bought, he saw Nan Baoyi's money back.
The little girl walked in the noisy vegetable market with the skirt corner in one hand and the bamboo basket in the other. She seemed to be afraid of getting her embroidered shoes dirty, and she was walking on tiptoes.
He glanced at the bamboo basket.
Ask her to buy two green onions, she actually only bought two, two as thin as a hair.
Asking her to buy two potatoes, she actually only bought two small, tiny potatoes.
Xiao Yimei's heart beat fiercely.
"Husband," Nan Baoyi shook the bamboo basket hesitantly, "are the two green onions missing?"
Xiao Yi: "..."
Now that you know that there is less, buy more!
No way, Xiao Yi had to take her with him, and bought green onions and potatoes again.
Back in the small house, Nan Baoyi rolled up his sleeves and wanted to cook.
However, facing the lively old hen, she was worried.
She hesitated: "Husband, this chicken is alive, so terrible!"
Xiao Yi: "..."
It’s scary to buy dead chicken!
Thinking of Nan Jiao Jiao’s cooking in his kitchen when she was young, Xiao Yi no longer had any expectations of her cooking.
He rolled up his sleeve and said lightly: "I'll do it."
Nan Baoyi was startled.
She stared at this beautiful gentleman, and saw that he was holding the old hen's neck in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other.
There is no such thing as the appearance of a noble and romantic celebrity in the boat by the lake when Luoyu first saw him!
Xiao Yi ordered: "Go and boil water."
Boiling Shuinan Baoyi still knows how.
After she boiled the water, she saw Xiao Yi squatting next to the water basin, soaking the old hen in boiling water for a period of time before she started plucking her hair, then she broke her belly, let her blood out and cut into pieces, her movements were very familiar.
Standing next to the cutting board in an apron, Xiao Yi picked up the cut chicken leg and showed it to Nan Baoyi: "Is it enough for you to have such a big chicken leg?"
Nan Baoyi said softly: "It's too big to finish eating."
Xiao Yi made another cut.
The stove was ready, and he started to stew the soup.
Nan Baoyi stood by with a fan in his hand, watching him add firewood to the stove hole, add water to the pot, and add oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, onion, garlic, and to the soup.
Lang Jun lowered his eyelashes, his face was serious, he was holding a spatula in his hand, but he was holding out a sword and ink pen.
Lang Jun is beautiful, even if he cooks soup, it is very seductive.
Nan Baoyi secretly said, if he didn't have so many twists and turns, if he had not deceived her, maybe she would really be tempted by him.
Marrying such a man, even if he can't earn money, but he is raised at home, and after a few occasions, his appetite for eating can be much better!
Nan Baoyi leaned on the side of the stove, and asked in a wicked manner: "Have you ever cook for other women? Have the noble ladies you served have tasted your cooking?"
Xiao Yi glanced at her.
Nan Jiaojiao really loves him, even if she loses her memory, she is impatiently jealous.
Despite the faint expression on his face, his thin lips curled up imperceptibly.
He cut a piece of sugared radish and gently stuffed it into the little girl's mouth: "I have never cooked for anyone. In this life, I only plan to cook for Jiaojiao alone."
The radish in sugar water is sweet and crunchy.
Nan Baoyi Tuan covered his face with a fan and finished eating in small bites. It was sweet enough.
But I don't know if it is the sweet radish or his words.
She silently did not open her small face, but Dan Feng's eyes were like crescent moons.
Because Nan Baoyi didn't like to eat fried potato chips, Xiao Yi had to change it to steamed.
The old hen soup was still simmering on the fire.
Xiao Yi went to the backyard to fetch water. Nan Baoyi opened the lid and saw that the potato chips were all steamed.
She watched for a moment, and suddenly had an idea.
So when the dishes were on the table, Xiao Yi saw that his steamed potato chips had become heart-shaped.
Nan Baoyi was holding the plate, smiling gently and gracefully: "Look, husband, I made a special dish for you, named'A Piece of Bingxin in Jade Pot'."
Xiao Yi: "..."
A piece of ice in the jade pot?
This is not his steamed potatoes.
Nan Jiaojiao changed the shape of the potato, so it became her dish?
Why didn't she go to heaven.
Nan Baoyi picked up the chopstick chopsticks, Xiaoyi gently picked up a piece of love potato, and fed it to Xiao Yi's mouth: "My husband, taste it?"
Beauty is kind.
Xiao Yi had to taste one piece.
Nan Baoyi's eyes were bright: "How?"
Xiao Yi: "..."
Obviously it was his own steamed potatoes, so he had to praise Nan Jiaojiao for his skill.
Mixed feelings.