Quick wear: the vicious female supporting role can’t be washed clean

As soon as I thought of a dark person, one walked over from the field.

Yu Jue wore a linen waistcoat, revealing her muscular arms. Her bronze skin looked smooth under the sunlight.

This color... looks like braised eggs.

It was unimaginable to her that Fu would be like this during the period.

What kind of man should be as manly as Yu Jue?
Bullshit!

Men should be as coquettish as Fu Shi, and it would be better if they can act like a coquettish girl.

She wanted the white rabbit, not the black rabbit!

Thinking about it, Fengzhi pushed the hat down on her head. She couldn't get too tan.

Yu Jue was stunned for a moment when he saw Fengzhi working in Fu Shi's field.

Gu Ningsheng was injured yesterday and asked for leave today. He thought of helping Gu Ningsheng with some work in his field, but he didn't expect that the notoriously lazy Li Fengzhi would also work for others.

Yu Jue had no intention of interacting with many people in the village. He just looked at Feng Zhi a few more times and left in a hurry after seeing that she was doing well.

Even if the lesbians from the city are squeamish, why is this Fu period...?
It's outrageous that he still needs girls to help him with his work!
...

After Fu Shiqi carried Zhu Cao to the pig farm, he wanted to help Feng Zhi, but then he remembered Feng Zhi's neat work, so he finally went home.

Even if he went there, he would be held back, so he might as well go home and study cooking.

As soon as he returned, Mrs. Li found out what happened and scolded Fu Shiqi.

"It's really killing me! You, a grown man, don't work in the fields, so you let my girl do it for you! You are so cruel! I usually can't bear to let her wash the dishes, but you still dare to let her work in the fields? You Is it Shumo and our mother-in-law and grandson who are here?" Old Mrs. Li sat on the ground and howled.

Fu Qi's head was covered with black lines and he stood there at a loss.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Mrs. Li howled even louder, "My girl has never done such heavy work since she was a child. She can't get any benefits even if she helps! Why are our mother-in-law and grandson's lives so miserable!" ..." Fu Shiqi finally heard it.

This old woman just wants some benefits and cannot let Feng Zhibai work for him.

"I will cook and send it to her." Fu Shishi whispered.

Mrs. Li's ears were sharp. When she heard this, she said confidently: "She has already helped you with the work, so you are not supposed to cook and deliver meals? From now on, you will cover all the food expenses at home! You must have three meals a day!"

This kid's family is rich, at least while he is staying at their house, he can cheat a little bit, so that he can bear the food expenses during this period.

The money on Fengzhi can be kept and used after he leaves, so that they can support themselves for a while longer.

"I understand." Fu Shiqi looked unhappy.

He had no intention of asking Fengzhi to work for him for free, but he felt a little embarrassed when Mrs. Li said this.

Mrs. Li then got up from the ground and patted the dust off her body, "Okay, I don't have many things at home. There will be a big market tomorrow morning. You and Ya'er can go buy some and come back."

After she said this, she turned around and went back into the room, as if she was not the one who made the fuss just now.

Fu Shiqi: "..." Damn old lady!You're tricking him again!

We really don’t have anything at home. There is still a little bit of yesterday’s side dish. There is no oil or seasoning. There is no other way to cook it except cooking.

Fu had never cooked before, but he had eaten vegetable porridge. Adding some salt to it tasted good. He planned to make this for lunch.

It took him a long time to light a fire because he didn't know how to do it. He didn't do it for a long time.
He didn't dare to ask the old lady for help, so he could only work in the kitchen alone.

Finally, I came up with a pot of black and yellow vegetable porridge.

Fu Qi didn't even have an appetite when he looked at it. He couldn't control the firewood well, and kept pouring firewood ash into the pot. Mysophobia really couldn't stand it!
He can eat it, but he just can't get over it mentally. (End of chapter)