Yang Chunhua took Fu Xueyao's hand and said, "Ayao, this is all thanks to you."
Otherwise, she would not even know that her son was being bullied and would not dare to go to school.
Thinking of this, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
Fu Xueyao responded in a gentle voice: "I didn't do anything, I just mentioned it."
Yang Chunhua: "How can you say you didn't do anything? You have the greatest credit for this matter being resolved."
As parents, they didn't notice anything was wrong, thanks to Fu Xueyao's reminder.
She knew that if it were an ordinary person, they would definitely not tell her even if they knew something.
No matter what, it's all a family matter.
After all, as the saying goes, it is better to do less than to do more.
But Xiaoyao still said it.
This must be for her own good, and I only say this as a friend.
Having Xiaoyao as a friend made her feel a lot more at ease.
Not only because Fu Xueyao helped her, but more importantly, she felt that Xiaoyao had a lot worth learning.
Seeing that Yang Chunhua had finished drinking the sour plum soup in her cup, Fu Xueyao took the cup and said, "Sister-in-law, let me pour you another cup."
Yang Chunhua's face turned red, but she nodded.
She drank the whole glass just now without realizing it.
She never gets tired of drinking this sour plum soup.
Especially if it has been chilled in the refrigerator, it tastes even more sour and refreshing.
It smells of a light fragrance, refreshing and very pleasant. After one sip, all the hotness in the body is gone.
The taste is also outstanding, sweet and sour, and the taste is exceptionally smooth.
After Sister-in-law Yang left, Fu Xueyao raised her eyebrows as she looked at the large watermelon and a large bag of vegetables on the table.
Sister-in-law Yang also always likes to say that she is too polite, but in fact she is a person who is easy to be polite.
This time I took so many things.
Looking at the big watermelon, Fu Xueyao thought for more than ten seconds.
She decided to make something new today.
Watermelon pop.
It just so happens that I bought some peaches when I went to the market last time and didn't finish them all.
Make some crispy peach pie so you have dessert and drinks for afternoon tea.
It's a pity that there is no oven. There are so many things that can be done with an oven.
Every time she drinks watermelon pops, Fu Xueyao likes the crispiness of the pops the most. It tastes chewy and refreshing, with a unique taste.
Fu Xueyao took out two peaches from the refrigerator and washed them clean with salt water.
After all, this peach skin has to be used to make peach-flavored crispy pops.
After cleaning, Fu Xueyao took a fruit knife and peeled the peach in circles along the top. Soon, the entire peach peeled off completely.
After the skin is peeled, put it into the pot of boiling water.
During this period, Fu Xueyao cut the flesh of the two peaches into small pieces and put them into the bowl.
When the water in the pot turned light pink, Fu Xueyao quickly picked up the peach skin and threw it into the kitchen trash can.
While it's hot, pour the water into the tapioca flour that has been adjusted in a good proportion, stir evenly and then shape into small balls of even size.
After a while, put the small meatballs into boiling water and cook for a while, and the peach-flavored bobo balls will be completed.
Compared with drinks, making desserts is much more troublesome and takes longer.
By the time Fu Xueyao finished everything, it was already mid-afternoon.
At this time, the air in the room is filled with the sweetness of fruits.
The scent of watermelon juice and peach blend together, making it hard to tell which one is more fragrant.
Lu Xingzhou would be home in half an hour.
The two of them had agreed to eat steamed dumplings at noon today.
But because of the peach pie, the number of steamed dumplings can be reduced.
As soon as Lu Xingzhou walked in, all kinds of fragrances hit him.
He smelled it carefully and found that it contained both the fruity aroma of fruits and the meaty aroma of steamed dumplings.
I don’t know what delicious food my wife has made.
Lu Xingzhou now feels like every time he comes home, it's a surprise.
Not only because his wife can cook some delicacies that he has never eaten before, but more importantly because she is in the room.
For Lu Xingzhou, every day when Fu Xueyao was at home was a surprise.
He came to the kitchen and saw Fu Xueyao picking up the chopsticks and preparing to pick up the dumplings on the steamer.
The steam from the steamer is still coming out.
He immediately walked in, looked down at Fu Xueyao, and took the chopsticks from Fu Xueyao's hand very naturally: "Honey, I'll just do it."
"You go sit outside first, the steam is a bit hot."
Fu Xueyao took off her apron and hung it up: "The coal fire in the stove hasn't gone out yet. Remember to take out the coal."
"Don't worry, I remember everything."
At the dining table, Lu Xingzhou looked at a red drink he had never seen before, lowered his eyes and touched it.
Frowning, he was not thinking about whether the drink was good or not, but about another thing: "Is your cup iced too?"
Fu Xueyao blinked her big eyes and shook her head, her voice clear: "Mine is at room temperature."
That's weird, how can watermelon pop be drunk at room temperature? It's just a matter of life!
But when faced with the man's questioning, she could only choose to lie.
After hearing this, Lu Xingzhou raised his eyebrows lightly, his tone was low and solemn, and there was a hint of distrust in his words: "Didn't you lie to me?"
Fu Xueyao raised her head slightly, as if she was upright and not afraid of the shadow, and said with certainty: "Of course."
However, he was exposed by Lu Xingzhou in the next second. He raised his forehead and said, "Then how do you explain the water droplets on the outside of your cup?"
The cups they drank juice from were large transparent glasses.
The strawberry pops in the glass were just taken out of the refrigerator. The glass and the liquid were very cold.
When the water vapor in the air is cooled, it liquefies into small water droplets and adheres to the transparent glass.
If you look carefully, there is already a small puddle of water at the bottom of both people's cups.
Seeing such obvious evidence, Fu Xueyao pursed her lips and still argued: "Because...because the water in the cup was not drained."
Lu Xingzhou looked at her deeply and motionlessly, while Fu Xueyao's eyes felt uncomfortable and she looked away.
She also realized that the reason she pulled out casually was too lame. Her eyes drooped and her right hand, as thin as gelatin, lightly tapped the table.
Lu Xingzhou's eyes still lingered on her.
Fu Xueyao's eyes turned slightly, and suddenly she raised her head, stroking the broken hair beside her ears, and pretended to change the topic casually: "Lu Xingzhou, why don't you eat it? I made this peach pie." It’s been a long time coming, specially made for you.”
Lu Xingzhou's voice was a little helpless, and he called out: "Ayao."
In the end, Fu Xueyao was defeated. She said bitterly, "Okay, my cup is also iced."
"But the doctor has said that pregnant women cannot eat ice. On such a hot day, not drinking ice will easily kill me."
