The little man on the apex

The kitchen was steaming, and Yuan Xi sat naked in the big bathtub, letting Yan Heyi wash his back, his eyelashes drooping, and he looked preoccupied.

Yan Heyi scooped up a gourd of water and poured it on Yuanxi's shoulders. Perhaps the water was a little hot, but Yuanxi shrank her neck, turned her head and grabbed Yan Heyi's wrist.

"Is the water hot?"

"It's okay, brother." Yuan Xi pressed Yan Heyi's hand to his chest, and slowly raised his eyes, "Let's wash together."

"it is good."

It was almost winter, and the doors and windows of the kitchen were tightly closed, but air leakage was still unavoidable. Yan Heyi boiled more hot water and added it to the bathtub from time to time.

Yuan Xi entangled with Yan Heyi, shivering slightly.

"Don't wash it for too long, dry it and put on your clothes, go to bed and wait for me, okay?"

"No," Yuan Xi said with a stuffy nose, "Hold me for a while, brother."

Yan Heyi was afraid that Yuanxi would be cold, so she kept pouring water on Yuanxi's upper body with her hands, "Why are you not happy today? Is there any discomfort? Does your stomach hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, I just miss my brother a little bit."

Yan Heyi laughed and said, "I've been here all the time, haven't I?"

The two hugged quietly for a while, until the hot water prepared in the bucket next to them was used up, and the water in the bathtub was not so hot, Yuan Xi agreed to come out of the bathtub.

I didn't feel it after soaking in hot water, but when I came out suddenly, I felt that the window was leaking. Yan Heyi hurriedly wrapped Yuan Xi with a clean cotton cloth, wiped it lightly, and helped him put on his outer shirt before Yan Heyi took care of it. Put on a dress for yourself.

Too much water was added to the tub, and when the two of them went in and out, it overflowed a lot on the ground. Yan Heyi wrapped Yuanxi's head in a clean cotton cloth again, "Hurry back and get under the covers, I'll clean up here."

Yuan Xi clutched the cotton cloth on his head, pulled it off suddenly, knelt down on the ground slowly, looked up at Yan Heyi.

Yan Heyi didn't know why, so she stretched out her hand and pinched his cheek, "Yuanxi, what are you doing?"

Yuan Xi frowned slightly, then suddenly moved closer, and supported Yan Heyi to open his mouth.

"Yuanxi..."

Yan Heyi bit her lip subconsciously, inserted her slender fingers into Yuanxi's hair, and rubbed it quite vigorously.

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In the middle of the journey, when Yuan Xi was panting with his head up, he sneezed suddenly. Yan Heyi came back to his senses, and quickly wrapped Yuan Xi in the outer shirt. Regardless of what he said, he carried him out of the kitchen , threw him on the bed in the back room, and then pulled the folded quilt to wrap him up.

"Stay obediently, I'll make you some ginger soup." Yan Heyi closed the corner of the quilt and stuffed it into Yuanxi's hands, "Add a big spoonful of sugar, okay?"

Yuan Xi held Yan Heyi's wrist with his backhand, "It's not finished yet, Mr...."

Without the slightest hesitation, Yan Heyi got under the quilt, hugged Yuan Xi tightly in her arms, and started by kissing his neck like usual in those nights.

"Sir," Yuan Xi put his arms against Yan Heyi's chest, "Lie down, okay?"

"You...don't want to?"

"You have to listen to me tonight."

Yan Heyi didn't know why Yuanxi was so stubborn, but she followed her advice. Yuanxi went down little by little, and got her head into the bed.

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This time, the quilt wasn't stained much, Yuan Xi slowly got out, put his head on Yan Heyi's arm, and panted with his mouth slightly open.

Yan Heyi wiped the marks on the corners of his mouth with her hands, pulled the quilt again, and wrapped his exposed shoulders, "My little Yuanxi, do you want to stick to your husband all the time today?"

"Then I won't clean up the kitchen, I'll coax you to sleep, okay?"

"it is good."

Yuan Xi was really clingy tonight, lying in Yan Heyi's arms, with his head deeply buried in his chest, as if he was listening carefully to the beating inside.

"Brother, what do you think of the brother from Uncle Ziyu's family?"

Yan Heyi put her arms around Yuanxi, already feeling a little sleepy, her eyes were still open, "Which one?"

Yuan Xi propped his elbows and looked at Yan Heyi earnestly, "It was the one who came with Aunt Zhou when we got married last time. She said that she happened to live in our village, so she followed her. It seems to be called... Brother Feng?"

"It seems that there is such a person." Yan Heyi opened her eyes and saw Yuan Xi staring at her, so she raised her head slightly and touched her forehead with Yuan Xi, "However, my Yuan Xi was so handsome that day, Mr. There is only one pair of eyes, and it is too late for you, so how can you care about others?"

Yuan Xi ignored his words, rolled his eyes, and continued: "Didn't Aunt Gu say that her relatives also have a brother of the right age? I heard that he is very fair and tender, and he is hardworking."

"Yes, I heard that you can make good soup," Yan Heyi twirled Yuanxi's hair with her fingertips, and answered absently, "What are you talking about, you want to be a matchmaker?"

"Brother, you can ask Aunt Gu to take a look in the future."

Yan Heyi felt that his words were a bit inexplicable, "Little ancestor, could it be that you are interested in my brother? You have just got married, and you feel bored and want to abandon your messy husband?"

"Brother, don't make fun of me."

Seeing Yuan Xi's serious face, Yan Heyi carefully savored his words just now, but still couldn't figure out why, only thinking that he was thinking wildly again, or joking with herself.

Anyway, on weekdays, the little ancestor often said some confusing words, such as "If the elder brother falls in love with another elder brother, can the two get married", and "The eldest baby and the second baby are a couple Son, why do you always see it flirting with Sanwa?" and so on.

"Go to sleep, Yuan Xi," Yan Heyi hugged Yuan Xi into her arms, "You are too tired today, close your eyes obediently, my husband will tell you a story, where did you talk about last time?"

In less than a moment, Yuan Xi seemed to have fallen asleep, with his arms tightly around Yan Heyi's waist and his legs wrapped around him, Yan Heyi gave up the idea of ​​quietly cleaning the kitchen, closed her eyelids and fell asleep.

Not long after falling asleep, Yan Heyi felt the person in his arms moving, and he half-opened his eyes in a daze, "Yuanxi, are you having nightmares again?"

"En." Yuan Xi moaned from his throat, a little hoarse, and seemed to be crying.

Yan Heyi hugged him distressedly, patted his shoulder lightly, and coaxed him softly.

Why did you wake yourself up crying again?

Ever since they got married, Yuanxi had never had a nightmare, and even several times, Yan Heyi saw him laughing while falling asleep, and when he woke up, he asked whether he dreamed of delicious food, or dreamed of being with her. Bridal chamber.

"Don't be afraid, Yuan Xi, my husband is here, don't be afraid..."

Yuan Xi became quiet again, and Yan Heyi continued to pat him for a long time, guessing that he was already fast asleep, so he closed his eyes and went to sleep in peace.

This night, Yuan Xi woke up several times in succession. Every time, Yan Heyi noticed that the person in her arms was moving, so she continued to pat him on the shoulder with her hand, and mumbled coaxing words in her mouth until the sky dawned. , when the chickens in the yard started to crow, Yuan Xi seemed to be sleeping soundly.

When she woke up again, the sun was already high, and when Yan Heyi opened her eyes, she saw Yuan Xi staring at herself with her chin raised.

"Do you have a headache?" Yan Heyi habitually probed Yuanxi's forehead, "I have another nightmare at night, let's sleep for a while."

Yuan Xi grabbed Yan Heyi's hand and placed it on his stomach, "Sir, I'm a little hungry."

Yan Heyi smiled slightly, "Then you lie down for a while, and Xianggong will cook for you, okay?"

Seeing that Yuanxi woke up, his face returned to the old look, which was not at all the same as the listless person at night, Yan Heyi felt that it was because he drank alcohol or ate something bad, so she didn't think about it any more. , put on clothes and went to the kitchen.

The water on the ground hadn't dried up yet, Yan Heyi looked at the mess, and remembered what Yuanxi did for him that night, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up.

I just drank wine, let's make some porridge, then scoop up a handful of radish sticks freshly marinated in the jar, and boil two eggs, it's just right for breakfast.

"Master," Yan Heyi was busy working in front of the stove, Yuan Xi suddenly came over and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, "I want to eat steamed buns."

Yan Heyi habitually lowered her head to check whether Yuan Xi was barefoot. Seeing that he had put on her shoes and socks this time, she turned around and hugged him in her arms, "Sure, steamed buns, this time It will definitely succeed, but it will take half an hour for the dough to rise, so let's have some porridge first, shall we?"

Yuan Xi nodded slightly, and buried his face in Yan Heyi's chest, "Did you put wild vegetables in the porridge?"

"Leave it alone," Yan Heyi showed Yuan Xi the porridge, "and your favorite egg yolk, also mixed in."

Since the chickens at home started laying eggs, five or six eggs can be found from the chicken coop almost every day. Yan Heyi cooks them in different ways, steaming, boiling, frying, and frying.

Yuanxi's mouth is also getting more and more tricky. If it is steamed, he prefers to eat egg custard that has been steamed for a long time, and he has to pour half a spoonful of soy sauce and a spoonful of sesame oil. If it is fried, the edges need to be a little burnt. If it is fried, I also like to eat it with more oil and fry it until it is golden.

Later, Yuanxi figured out a way to eat it, that is to peel off the yolk from the boiled egg, mix it into the porridge and grind it, and then you can get a bowl of yellow porridge with egg yolk.

The egg yolk used to mix porridge must be fully cooked, so that it tastes delicate.

Yan Heyi felt that if Yuan Xi's summarized knowledge on eating was written into a "Yuanxi Food List" or "Yan's Little Husband's Food Treasures", it must be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

Before Yuan Xi ate, he would feed Yan Heyi a mouthful. At first, Yan Heyi was not used to this kind of egg yolk porridge, and always felt a little fishy, ​​but after eating it a few times, he got used to it. Stir into porridge and eat.

After the meal was served, Yuan Xi asked Yan Heyi to sit next to him, and then simply sat in Yan Heyi's arms, arguing for him to feed her.

"Sir, you are so kind to me."

"Why is my mouth so sweet today, one gentleman at a time." Yan Heyi picked up a piece of sapphire-like radish and stuffed it into Yuanxi's mouth, "So, I am your husband-in-law. This is what I should do."

"Is this radish stick delicious? Our little Yuanxi's method is better. In the past, the radish sticks I made were all salty."

The radish strips are chewy and crunchy, and are the most appetizing. Yuan Xi said that when he was a child, the old housekeeper at home often pickled radishes to eat. After giving the formula to the villagers to taste, many people came to Yuanxi to learn from him.

"It's delicious and tastes like home, my husband."

"But homesick?" Yan Heyi rubbed Yuanxi's cheek, "The face is ready, I'll go to steam the steamed buns, this time I will definitely be able to make the taste of your hometown."