Han Yue entered the house with candied haws.

Chen Jiao didn't like to go out. She usually used books and needlework to pass the time, but now it was cold and the house was just a little stronger than outside. Chen Jiao sat on the kang with her feet under the warm quilt, huddled her hand in her sleeves, and flipped through books with the other hand. Lin Boyuan's collection of books at home, mostly the Four Books and Five Classics, so Chen Jiao could read them.

A married girl cannot go back to her parents' home easily, and her only friend Hongmei is married, and Chen Jiao doesn't read books, what else can she do?

When Chen Jiao heard Han Yue coming in, he turned around.

"I bought it from my second brother. I gave it three strings of five copper plates. We have eaten it." Han Yue stood in front of the edge of the kang and handed her the candied haws.

Chen Jiao likes to eat sweets, and Han Yue’s candied haws in his hand are full, with transparent brown sugar rolling around.

"Thanks."

Since the two brothers had eaten it, Chen Jiao was not polite and put the book upside down on the quilt. She moved it to the edge of the kang to eat, holding the candied haws in one hand and holding the veil in the other, fearing that the candied slag would fall.

The woman had a small cherry bite and was very delicate when she ate the candied haws. She could eat the hawthorn that Han Yue swallowed in one bite several times, not to mention the way she had bitten off the candy slices before.

Han Yue sat on the edge of the kang. Seeing her eating suddenly looking at him, Han Yue looked away in time, looked at her book and asked, "What book are you reading?"

Chen Jiao swallowed and said, "Spring and Autumn Annals."

Han Yue had never heard of it, and as the name suggests, he guessed: "Talk about spring and autumn?"

Chen Jiao couldn't help but burst out laughing. Seeing Han Yue looking at her in confusion, she explained softly: "No, there was a Lu State during the Zhou Dynasty. The Spring and Autumn Annals talked about the national history of Lu State."

Han Yue was not interested in what he said in "Spring and Autumn" and asked casually, but she made her laugh, which made his chest a little blocked.

"Look, I'll go chopping wood."

Han Yue stood up and left the house with a tense face.

Chen Jiao felt that the man seemed a little unhappy, but she really had no sarcasm.

After staring at the slightly shaking curtain for a while, Chen Jiao continued to eat candied haws.

In the backyard, Han Yue rolled up his sleeves and waved his axe hard. On the ground next to him, there were several trunks, all of which were dead trees on the mountain. Han Yue dug back with his roots, and cut them neatly and then sold to the town.

"Why don't brother spend more time with his sister-in-law?" Han Jiang sat over with a small stool and asked in confusion, giving him a fairy wife, he would not leave the house for a day.

Han Yue swung the axe one after another, as if he hadn't heard his younger brother's words.

What should I accompany? One is the petite lady from the scholar's family, and the other is a farmer facing the loess and facing the sky. There is nothing to talk about.

"How are you and Pearl?" Han Yue suddenly remembered his brother's marriage. "Wear date is delayed, isn't she angry?"

Han Jiang smiled and said, "She listens to me."

Han Yue nodded, and women have to be obedient.

There was also an axe at home. Han Jiang helped to chop firewood together and looked into the main hall from time to time.

"Didn't my sister-in-law fall asleep?"

The little woman didn't go out for a long time, and Han Jiang was very strange.

Han Yue has never seen such a woman. None of the peasant daughters-in-law are busy in front and back yards. They also like to go out to visit each other even if they are not busy.

"You split the remaining pieces and I'll go cook."

It was noon again, and Han Yue threw the axe and said to his younger brother.

Han Jiang nodded.

Han Yue entered the kitchen and heard that there was no movement in the east room. He quietly looked in through the gap between the door panel and the wall. What a guy, the petite lady is actually sleeping on the kang!

Chen Jiao is not that lazy, but she is tired of reading books and there is no one around her who can talk to her. What else can she do if she doesn't sleep? If she is at her parents' home, she can at least stick to Tian's side. Her brother will tell her about interesting stories in the private school when she comes back from the private school. Before going to bed, Chen Jiao was thinking that maybe in a few days, she will be familiar with the three brothers of the Han family and will be able to chat.

Outside, the more Han Yue looked at the petite lady, the more she felt that she looked like a pig. The fairy pig raised by Lin Boyuan and his wife was lazy and spoiled. She did nothing but eat.

Regardless of her, Han Yue made pancakes with dough. When kneading the dough, he deliberately raised the dough high and then threw it on the panel, dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong

In the room, Chen Jiao was awakened by the big noise he made. She put on her shoes and tidied her hair in front of the bronze mirror. Chen Jiao tentatively picked up the thick door curtain.

On the north side of the main hall, Han Yue put the panel on the dining table. He sat aside, lowered his head and picked up a dough, and rolled it into a cake with a rolling pin.

It was the first time Chen Jiao saw a man cooking.

"You are so awesome, I can't even do it." Chen Jiao said enviously as she walked out.

Han Yue glanced at her. The seventeen-year-old farm girl couldn't even cook food, so she was embarrassed to say.

"That's because you don't want to learn, you will learn it once." Han Yue said hard.

Chen Jiao didn't say anything. She didn't want to learn because she had no reason to learn. She had several maids serving her in the Duke's Mansion. In the Lin family, her mother, Tian, ​​was reluctant to ask her daughter to do it.

"Come here, I'll teach you."

Miss Jiao wanted to silence over, but Han Yue came up with an idea and asked Chen Jiao to take a small stool to sit next to him.

Chen Jiao bit her lip and sat down with a stinging bullet.

There were a few freshly cut doughs on the table. Han Yue stuffed the rolling pin into Chen Jiao's hands and taught her to make pancakes. Chen Jiao was just Jiao, not stupid. With Han Yue's guidance many times, she actually learned to roll pancakes. Chen Jiao had a very boring morning. Now she had dough for her to play with. She was quite happy and sat obediently next to her husband. After chasing her, she took the initiative to grab a dough, which made her hands full of noodles.

Han Yue was very satisfied with her studies seriously.

After the cakes were rolled out, Han Yue sat in front of the stove, heated the pot, and asked Chen Jiao to put the cakes into the pot.

Chen Jiao was holding a piece of cake in her hand, looking at the sizzling hot oil in the pot, she didn't dare to get close to it.

Han Yue put down the fire stick, walked to her side, and held her hand and stretched into the pot.

The first piece of cake was put into the pot, and Han Yue asked Chen Jiao to make it himself.

Chen Jiao put it down one by one, and it was quite smooth.

"It's time to turn over." Han Yue handed her the spatula.

Chen Jiao tried to flip it, but the first time she made it, the cake was not shoveled steadily and slipped into the bottom of the pot. Before Chen Jiao could react, the splashed oil spot fell on the back of her hand, which made her scream in exclamation, and threw the spatula back.

Han Yue grabbed the spatula in time and turned over a few cakes in the pot while asking her, "Is it okay?"

Chen Jiao lowered her head and shook her head.

When Han Yue saw that she had put her hands behind her back, it was probably burning and hurt. He sighed in his heart and said, "You go and wash your hands, I'll do it myself."

Chen Jiao went to scoop water. When she was about to wash her hands, she found that the red dots on the back of her hand had just become a blister, which was ugly and painful.

"Brother, I'm back." It was the voice of the third brother Han Xu.

Han Yue replied: "The rice is about to be cooked. Put the dishes and chopsticks on it and ask your second brother to come in."

The three brothers were all doing their own things. Chen Jiao went out after washing her hands and didn't wait for someone to call her for dinner.

Lunch is pancakes, dishes are leftover fried peanuts in the morning, and half a bowl of chili sauce.

The three brothers Han Yue ate the cakes one by one, and then Han Yue cut a few small pieces, first picked up two small pieces and put them in Chen Jiao’s bowl.

"Do you want to wipe it?" Han Yue asked her.

Chen Jiao couldn't taste spicy food, so she shook her head.

Han Yuejing applied a red layer of chili sauce to his cake, and directly held it with his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand to pick up peanuts.

Chen Jiao imitated him, holding the cake with her left hand, and never lifted her right hand.

After eating a piece of cake, Chen Jiao went back to the house.

Han Jiang whispered to his brother: "Isn't there some meat left? Why didn't my elder brother cook a dish?" The bride ate two consecutive meals of peanuts as soon as she entered the door. No wonder my sister-in-law ate so little.

Han Yue wanted to cook a dish, but teaching his wife to make cakes wasted time. The third brother went home immediately and he did not cut meat.

"Eat yours." Han Yue said coldly.

Han Jiang curled his lips and ignored his brother and sister-in-law.

After dinner, Han Yue handed over the errand of washing dishes and feeding pigs to his second brother, and he returned to the east room.

Chen Jiao hid her hand quickly.

"Show me." Han Yue stared at her hand.

Chen Jiao slowly stretched out her hand.

Han Yue immediately saw the blisters in the middle of the white and tender back of his hands.

"Wait a minute." Han Yue turned around and quickly found a needle.

"What are you doing?" Chen Jiao was afraid to hide her hand, but Han Yue grabbed it. Chen Jiao was so scared that she closed her eyes. After waiting for a while, she couldn't help but open a gap in her eyes. Then Han Yue took the needle and stabbed her blister. Chen Jiao closed her eyes again, and then there was a slight pain on the back of her hand.

"It'll be fine in two days." Han Yue helped her squeeze water and whispered.

The man's gentle movements made Chen Jiao a little more bold. She looked at her hands and whispered: "I don't like cooking."

The firewood is thick, the oil is hot, and the smoke is so smoky that she really doesn't like it.

Han Yue looked at her aggrieved look and sighed: "My second brother and I are at home, so you don't need to cook, but during the busy farming period, we are all in the fields, so you can only cook and deliver it to us." The pancakes were so hot that Han Yue didn't expect the petite lady to cook every day, but she should always learn to cook and use them during the busy farming period.

Chen Jiao paused and said, "My mother said, let Chunxing come over to help during the day, and Chunxing will live there again in the evening."

Han Yue's eyes sank.

Chen Jiao couldn't wait for a response, raised her head in confusion and met the man's big black face.

Chen Jiao was stunned.
To be continued...