Chapter 13 [Wow, I really want to kiss the tip of my husband’s nose! 】
The bitter taste in his mouth spread, and Xie Qiao frowned slightly. He turned his head to look at Song Jin and said slowly: "Today's medicine..."
Song Jin's heart suddenly rose to his throat!
No, no, no, that’s not it!
Can my husband taste that something else has been added to this?
Song Jin was a little nervous: "What's wrong?"
She observed Xie Qiao carefully, and saw that he hadn't finished his sentence, and finally said lightly: "Nothing."
Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief.
Xie Qiao put down the medicine bowl and picked up the tea beside him to rinse his mouth.
Song Jin picked up the empty bowl and ran outside quickly, only breathing a sigh of relief after the door was closed.
The long breath dissipated in the dry and cold wind.
She was really nervous just now.
My husband is so polite and strong-willed. If this were to be exposed, he would definitely feel ashamed.
She doesn't want to embarrass her husband!
She is the best at being considerate.
Xie Qiao, who was sitting at the table, was holding the cup of tea in his hand and was reluctant to put it down. He looked at Song Jin, who seemed to have escaped, and felt a little strange.
The medicine Song Jin gave him just now was different from usual.
He wanted to ask, but the medicine smelled familiar.
He couldn't remember it at the moment, but it was definitely not poison, so he didn't investigate.
Song Jin's actions seemed like he had done something.
While Xie Qiao was thinking, Song Jin changed into pajamas and returned to the house.
She closed the door obediently, walked quietly to the bed and got into her own quilt.
The quilt was tightly covered, leaving only a pair of almond-shaped eyes exposed.
His breathing was so light that I could hardly hear it.
But Xie Qiao couldn't calm down for some reason.
...It must be that he didn't get enough rest these days.
The candle on the table was already half burned.
The candlelight gradually dimmed, and his mind became strangely distracted.
There was a charcoal basin in the house, which was very different from the ice and snow outside.
It seemed more comfortable in the tent.
By the time he reacted, he had already taken off his coat and was lying in the tent.
The faint scent of the girl's hair lingered around his nose.
He lay next to Song Jin, his eyes slightly closed, his body straight.
It seemed as if there was a huge river between the two of them.
Song Jin had already thought of it while he was outside!
Since my husband is not feeling well, let’s put aside the idea of consummating our marriage for the time being!
She couldn't force anyone to do anything.
Besides, Uncle An said that we should wait and see after taking two doses of medicine.
She can wait.
only……
Song Jin quietly raised his head and secretly glanced at Xie Qiao's profile.
The profile of his face was as angular as if carved by a knife, and a little cold, but the tip of his nose was as straight as a mountain.
She couldn't help thinking -
[Wow, I really want to kiss the tip of my husband’s nose! 】
The room was warm, the tent was cozy, and Xie Qiao's consciousness was a little fuzzy.
His body seemed different from before.
It's a bit hot and I want to use some strength, but I can't find the place, so I feel a little dry.
It's uncomfortable, but bearable.
It's a feeling he can't describe.
He closed his eyes and tried to control himself, sweat forming on his cold body.
Until I heard a sound in my ears——
[Wow, I really want to kiss the tip of my husband’s nose! 】
The original will collapsed a little.
The voice was thin and small, but very serious.
She really wanted to kiss.
I really want to.
Xie Qiao's eyes, which were originally slightly closed, closed tightly.
What if the girl next to you can't control herself and kisses you?
Will he refuse coldly?
Or will you explain it to her?
even……
He couldn't think.
He lay aside, quietly waiting for Song Jin's move.
But after a few breaths, her actions did not overstep the mark at all.
He didn't even extend half a finger.
Not to mention kissing him.
She seemed to be just thinking about it.
After a while, the girl's even breathing could be heard.
Somehow, a feeling of disappointment emerged from the bottom of Xie Qiao's heart and finally turned into a sigh.
The sigh came out involuntarily.
Xie Qiao was stunned!
He opened his eyes instantly, his eyes turned cold and dark.
just……
He couldn't control himself.
He turned his head to look at the sleeping girl, clenched his fist, and finally stood up.
He lifted the bed curtains, walked to the window alone, and opened it a crack.
Holding a cup of cold tea in my hand, I enjoy the cool breeze coming in through the window.
After a long time, the slight abnormality in the body was suppressed.
By the time he calmed down and felt sleepy, it was almost time for Song Jin to get up.
He even felt that he had just fallen asleep when the girl next to him got up.
Her movements were light and delicate.
But he was really tired.
I knew someone was moving around me, but I couldn't open my eyes.
After she left, he continued to sleep soundly.
When Song Jin woke up, he saw Xie Qiao still sleeping beside him.
She watched quietly for a while and found that her husband had no intention of waking up. Even though she was reluctant, she still got up quietly.
She has things to do today!
After she got her medicine yesterday, she looked at her empty wallet and felt that this was not going well.
For a better life for her and her husband, she has to earn more money!
The sales volume of steamed buns is very stable every day, but the money is also very stable.
Maybe the pastries could make some money.
Now it is winter and the Chinese New Year is approaching.
People who used to be reluctant to buy pastries would now buy some fruit cakes to take home, and some would also be used for offering sacrifices to gods.
She converted the small stove into a large one and used it specifically for selling fruit cakes.
The materials don’t have to be too particular, the shape doesn’t have to be too delicate, and the price should be affordable.
She should make some money!
By the time her husband has recovered after the New Year, she and her husband will have enough money for the trip to Kyoto.
When she arrives in Kyoto and gets the dowry her parents prepared for her, she might be able to open a small shop!
She thought about it.
Although my husband is from Kyoto, he is just a teacher and seems to come from an ordinary family.
She has skills and can open a small shop in the future. Even if they cannot become rich, they will definitely have enough food and clothing.
She never asked her husband whether he had passed the imperial examination, but the fact that he didn't mention it must have been a sad thing.
What's the point of that?
What's good about being a high-ranking official? Anyway, the officials she met in Chongzhou were not good people.
Song Jin works efficiently and does whatever he thinks of immediately.
But in one day, her small stove was expanded a lot and could steam many cakes and pastries.
Song Jin stood in front of two stoves, feeling a little worried.
There is so much work that she cannot finish it all by herself.
Need someone to help.
But she was a little confused about who to find.
With his delicate eyebrows gathered together for a rare moment, Song Jin lowered his head and walked towards Chunliu Lane. As soon as he entered, he heard someone cursing loudly.
"You're such a money-loser! There's only one piece of meat in the house, and I asked you to make some for your brother, but you actually fried it to a pulp! Tell me, did you do it on purpose? If I don't allow you to eat it, then the whole family won't be able to eat it!"
Mixed with the curses were the sounds of a stick hitting a cotton jacket and faint sobbing.
Song Jin's brows furrowed even deeper.
It was Aunt Liu beating the girl again.
The Liu family lives in the second house in Chunliu Lane. The couple has an older daughter who is seventeen years old and named Que'er.
This couple is notoriously biased towards boys. They had been mean to their eldest daughter before, and after they finally had a son five years ago, they became even more partial to him, scolding Que'er every day for being a money-loser.
Que'er and Song Jin are almost the same age and grew up in the same alley.
People in the alley said that these two flowers each had their own sufferings.
One is that my parents don’t care about me and haven’t seen me for more than ten years.
The other one has parents, but it’s worse than having no parents.
In fact, Song Jin felt that she was living a pretty good life. After all, her grandparents treated her very well when they were alive.
But Que'er is really miserable.
In the past, when Que'er was scolded, there were people who tried to persuade her, but they were all scolded away by Aunt Liu.
After that, no one dared to approach Aunt Liu when she cursed people.
Song Jin was listening outside, not daring to make a sound.
But she had an idea!
It was not until Aunt Liu got tired of scolding and the yard became quiet that Song Jin pretended to have just arrived and knocked on the Liu family's door.
"Who is it?" Aunt Liu asked unhappily.
"Aunt Liu, it's me, Song Jin."
The person inside didn't respond, and the door was opened after a while.
Aunt Liu put her hands on her hips and stared: "What's wrong?"
In her eyes, Song Jin was also a money-losing commodity, so she was not happy with Song Jin.
"That's right." Song Jin pretended not to notice Aunt Liu's expression. She smiled obediently, "Aunt Liu, I want Que'er to help me during this period before the New Year."
"Help?" Aunt Liu frowned, obviously unwilling to do so: "What help?"
Song Jin took out the fruit cake he tried to make today: "Aunt Liu, this is the fruit cake I made today, please try it."
When she saw what Song Jin handed over, Aunt Liu's expression relaxed.
Seeing this, Song Jin hurriedly said, "Auntie Liu, my husband is not in good health. I want to earn more money, so I want to expand the stove. I need to make some cakes during this period. I can't handle it alone, so I want Que'er to help me make steamed buns."
Before Aunt Liu could ask, she rushed to say, "Don't worry, Aunt Liu, I will pay you! In addition to the cost, I will give 70% of the profit from selling steamed buns to Que'er every day!"
"Seventy percent?" Aunt Liu snorted nonchalantly, "How much money can you make from your steamed bun stall in a day!"
But Song Jin knew that the Liu family's conditions were not good.
Uncle Liu is just doing rough physical labor, and he can't make any money from carrying things.
The Liu family cares about every penny.
"Please, Aunt Liu, let Que'er go and help me!" Song Jin said sincerely.
Aunt Liu glanced at Song Jin and said, "Okay, that money-loser can't do anything at home anyway, so she might as well go out and earn some money! But one thing! You have to give me all the money she earns every day!"
Song Jin nodded: "Yeah, I understand."
"Okay, I'll let her come to you tomorrow morning!" Aunt Liu said, and then slammed the door.
Song Jin touched the tip of his nose that was almost hit, took two steps back, and felt much relieved.
Song Jin knows that Que'er has been working since he was young.
Although the two of them were not close friends, they had known each other since childhood, so Song Jin still wanted to help Que'er.
Que'er is honest and hardworking, so Song Jin is relieved.
Song Jin was in a good mood, thinking about what kind of fruit cake to make. He went home, cooked, and carefully boiled a dose of medicine.
As usual, Song Jin brought the medicine into the room and placed it next to Xie Qiao's hand.
Xie Qiao put down the pen in his hand.
He looked at the bowl of medicine and suddenly thought of what happened last night.
In fact, he was a little unsure whether there was something wrong with the medicine or it was because of his own distraction.
After a while, he saw that Song Jin had no intention of leaving.
He opened his mouth and said, "I feel fine today. I don't need to drink this tonic."
But the girl who always obeyed him suddenly refused firmly: "No!"
Xie Qiao looked up at her.
The girl looked like a serious kitten, frowning and expressing her disapproval.
Because his brows were slightly furrowed, a faint eyebrow mark was left on his face.
Xiao Mao said seriously: "Husband, it won't work. Uncle An said that it will take two doses of medicine to be effective. How can you not take it?"
If she doesn't eat it, she will only be able to enjoy it with her eyes for the rest of her life!
This won’t do!
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