It is undeniable that Pan An’s own charm really made Ding Yang feel moved.

However, heartbeat is one thing, action is another.

Almost every man wants to monopolize the world, but even the emperor cannot do this.

Ding Yang repeatedly explained that he had no bad thoughts about Pan An, but Yang Qiniang didn't even believe in any of them.

She is young and beautiful, and she takes the initiative to seduce her, but Ding Yang refuses to take the bait.

Where can there be cats in the world that don’t steal fish?

Ding Yang's polite refusal can only prove that there is someone in his heart.

Or go one step further, not just someone in my heart, maybe something happened!

After all, they all live under the same roof, so it is not uncommon for a lonely man and a widow to close the door.

She, Yang Qiniang, was moved by Ding Yang, but she didn't believe that the Rouge Tiger would remain indifferent.

Anyway, the words behind it were very unpleasant, full of all kinds of unreasonable speculations and malicious frame-ups by Yang Qiniang.

Ding Yang explained for a long time without any effect, and finally got annoyed: "Say whatever you like! Anyway, I am not afraid of being slanted, and all the things you say are false."

"Hmph! Don't think you can hide it from anyone. You guys must have had a crush on each other before. There are many discerning people in the world, let's see what good ending you can do!"

Faced with such unreasonable woman, Ding Yang slowly calmed down: "Gao's sister-in-law, people's words are terrifying, and they will crush people under their tongues. You should also know what you can say and what you shouldn't say. I'm nothing, but you just slandered your daughter's innocence, and the consequences will be very serious if you spread it."

"Bah! Are you scared now? OK, Qi Niang won't say much to you, just ask you for the truth. Will you be willing to be kind to me?"

By the way, Yang Qiniang is a little crazy!

Ding Yang was speechless: "Sister-in-law, it's impossible between us..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Qiniang nodded coldly: "Okay, remember! Today's shame, I'll give you ten times and a hundred times back sooner or later!"

I was so entangled that I couldn't stop just now, but now I turned around and left cleanly, without any nostalgia.

The mystery of a woman is really not something Ding Yang can easily understand.

In fact, with Yang Qiniang leaving, today's business has basically stopped.

When the door was closed, Ding Yang had already seen large scattered snowflakes starting to fall on the street outside. Occasionally, a few pedestrians rushed home.

These days, as Pan An's trust in him increased, the treatment he originally lived in a woodshed also changed.

A few days ago, as the weather became colder and colder, Pan An cleaned up a side room and settled it in.

Otherwise, even if the bedding is thickened, the wood-room will be air-flowing everywhere, the conditions will be too shabby and extremely cold.

When the first two snowfalls fell, Ding Yang could still rely on his good physical fitness, and with Ah Huang to accompany him to keep warm every day, he could barely survive. But the temperature has been getting lower and lower these days, and the frost alone can't stand it.

But Ding Yang could only bear it.

After all, the Pan family’s sister-in-law is still a widow, and Pan Xiaomei is an unmarried daughter in the room. He is also a strong single man.

It’s okay to live in a woodshed, but at least there is a yard space, but when you move into the wing, you will inevitably be pointed at by others.

Although Pan Anshi didn't say anything, she saw all his predicament.

In just one morning, he had a room freed up for him. Although there was no hot kang inside, it was finally a whole house no matter what, no longer comparable to a wood-room with air leakage everywhere.

Pan An also brought him a fur mattress under his body. Even if he could only warm his waist, he was very moved.

According to Pan Xiaomei, this fur mattress was also a relic of her deceased brother.

This kind of thing should not be used for irrelevant men, but Pan An didn't care at all.

"... And after you have prepared it, the winter in Tokyo is not so easy to get through. You are young, so be careful. Don't suffer from the wind and cold or hide your hidden injuries. That will be a lifelong pain."

"Thank you, Sister Pan, for your care. But... I heard that this fur mattress is a relic of Brother Pan, is it..."

"I don't care, but what do you care about? Do you dislike it? I can tell you that my husband has never used this fur mattress several times."

"Sister-in-law Pan is a misunderstanding. I dare not dislike it. It's too late to like it."

"Hmph, you know what you are! Is the bedding enough? If you still feel cold, just say, I'll help you think of a solution."

"Enough is enough. Sister Pan doesn't have to worry too much. I'm still young after all."

"Hmph, young people have strong firepower, but I have to settle a few words. Letting you move into the wing room is the biggest concession I can make. Apart from sleeping at night, you must not walk around. If there is any violation, I will recognize who you are, but my scissors do not recognize who you are!"

"That's natural. I definitely won't walk around randomly, which disturbs everyone's rest."

"That's the best. Remember what you said today, don't forget it."

The Pan family's courtyard is a very ordinary structural model in Tokyo. It faces north and south, and is a row of wing rooms. Opposite is a kitchen and wood-room, and the courtyard is in the middle.

In addition to the master bedroom, the ear rooms on both sides are connected to a shop facing the street.

In fact, I lived in the wing room, and there was only one ear room away from the bedroom of Pan's sister-in-law and sister-in-law.

It was quiet in the middle of the night, and even if the voice was a little louder, it might be heard by the next door. It was something Ding Yang never expected that Pan An could do this.

After all, no matter how open the social atmosphere in the Song Dynasty was, men and women always had to pay strict attention to the aspects of defense.

Especially when you are in the melon field, you are particularly prone to unnecessary trouble.

The snow was all night long. When I woke up the next day, I saw that the entire Tokyo city was covered in silver.

The jujube trees in the yard are full of jade branches and cold jade. Not only are there falling snow on the branches, but also the ice rays shining.

The soybeans were sifted and soaked last night. At night, Ding Yang got up early and took out the soybeans, and then added water to grind them. This is a laborious job. Although it is practiced now, he is still exhausted and panting after finishing it.

When grinding soy milk, Pan An also carefully filtered out the bean dregs in a bag next to him and filled the grinded slurry.

Now that Ding Yang pushes the mill, she is completely freed and is responsible for squeezing the soy milk clean and preventing the tofu dregs from mixing into the soy milk.

It was snowing heavily outside, while Ding Yang and Pan An were busy and sweating profusely, and they could not rest.

Making tofu is a series of procedures that cannot be stopped from the beginning, and it must be completed after the complete set is completed.

After squeezing out fresh raw slurry, you need to pour it into an iron pot and boil it. The pot cannot be covered in the middle, and the top foam must be skimmed off while cooking. The heat should be vigorous, but not too strong to prevent the soy milk from overflowing after boiling.

The size control in the middle is not something that Ding Yang can intervene, but can only be completed by Pan An.

No thermometer can be used to measure the temperature of soy milk when it is cooked. It can only be judged by visual inspection and experience. Whether the temperature is insufficient or the time is too long, it will affect the quality of soy milk.

In this regard, Ding Yang looked at Pan An’s operation, but he still had no idea where the key points were.

When the soy milk is gelatinized, the protein pellets begin to roll in the pot, and it is time to order the braised rice.

All the salt brine used by Pan An is made of homemade, and the proportions are completely controlled by her.

After appropriately decocting, the soy milk will turn into white tofu brains. Then place it on a wooden rack with a cotton cloth and filter out a small part of the water in the tofu flower, the tofu brain will turn into tofu.

Of course, this also requires a wrap cooling process, which takes about another quarter of an hour.

When everything is done, it will basically be bright.

Tofu is made from midnight to the end until the tofu is completed in the morning.

In the early morning, it is also one of the best times to sell tofu.

Anyone who wants to eat tender tofu will come to buy a piece at this time. Later, as time goes by, even if the tofu is soaked in water, it will gradually grow old.

After selling this wave of tofu in the morning, whether it is Pan An or Ding Yang, they will make up for it.

All the trivial matters at home were entrusted to Pan Xiaomei. Sweeping the courtyard, cleaning the house, feeding chickens and eggs, making fires and cooking, and a series of daily life work.

Because of heavy snow all night today, there were obviously fewer customers buying tofu in the morning.

On the street, various houses began to clean up the snow in front of the doors, and all three yamen runners had been dispatched to start patrols throughout the city.

Are there any people whose houses have been crushed, are there any people who have fallen into the ground when they are frozen and hungry, where are the porridge sheds that need relief? How many people should prepare food? All kinds of affairs cannot be stopped.

This is the first time Ding Yang has seen such a scene. The two previous scenes of Xiaoxue are not as large or dynamic as they are today.

It was as if the huge Tokyo City suddenly became busy, and the streets and alleys were filled with people.

The latest news spread everywhere, where snow caused a disaster, where snow caused a fire, how to deal with Kaifeng Prefecture, who had a disaster at night, anyway, all kinds of news are flying all over the sky.

Ding Yang even saved the time to take a rest, so he just listened to the fun and watched the freshness outside.

Pan Anshi was not as curious as him, and his energy couldn't support him, so he went back to his room to rest.

Only Pan Xiaomei followed Ding Yang's butt, and her two eyes were also joining in the fun. The broom in her hand said it was sweeping the snow, but in fact it was just a hammer and a hammer.

It was a very lively event, and it was not until the afternoon to slowly digest it.

However, Ding Yang has seen a lot of new things, especially the hawkers selling candied haws, which are very popular.

Seeing a large group of children clamoring behind her butt, Ding Yang couldn't help but feel sore in his mouth.

After a thousand years, he usually doesn't even bother to look at this thing. But now not only Pan Xiaomei is greedy, but he is also a little unable to hold back.

Fortunately, Pan An didn't laugh at them, but instead gave them money and each bought a bunch of them.

Wow, I took a bite and my mouth was crispy and sweet.

Tsk, hawthorn-flavored candied haws have been missing for a long time!

Ding Yang could not imagine that one day he would be so happy that he would eat a bunch of candied haws.

Unfortunately, sweet times are always short.

Before the evening was over, bad news came.
Chapter completed!