Chapter 4: A Marriage Certificate

After returning to the house, Song Jin threw the letter his father had left him and the pharmacopoeia into the brazier and burned them.

Keeping the real thing would be a disaster sooner or later, so it was better to burn it. Anyway, she had already memorized the contents of the pharmacopoeia in her previous life.

When the fire was almost finished, Qin Chi came into the room carrying a teapot.

Song Jin stood up in surprise, blocking the brazier behind him with his body without leaving any trace.

Qin Chi just glanced at it and vaguely saw the word "Song" in the upper half of the title and a half-burned letter.

He pretended not to see the brazier, moved the square low table next to it onto the bed, and placed the teapot and two tea bowls on it: "Come and have a cup of tea."

Song Jin went over and sat opposite him.

Qin Chi's white fingers lightly lifted the teapot and poured another bowl of hot tea. His movements of pouring tea were as smooth as flowing water, which was very beautiful.

Push a bowl of tea in front of Song Jin.

Qin Chi said with a double meaning: "We only have scented tea picked from the wild at home. Drinking it will clear away heat and relieve internal heat."

"Thank you." Song Jin picked up the tea bowl.

"There is no customary etiquette in my family, so you don't need to thank me." Qin Chi said nonchalantly, "My grandfather said that he has issued a marriage certificate for me and you today?"

Song Jin nodded.

Qin Chi asked again: "Can I take a look?"

As the person involved, he wanted to see it, and there was no reason for Song Jin to refuse.

Putting down the tea bowl, Song Jin took out the marriage certificate and handed it to him.

Qin Chi just took a look at it as he said and asked her to put it away.

Song Jin carefully put the marriage certificate back to its original place.

Qin Chi saw this and his eyes were slightly strange, but he didn't show it on his face: "It's just a piece of marriage certificate. If it's damaged or lost, you can go to the government office to get a new one. Is it worth your careful treatment?"

Song Jin said: "It's worth it."

This is a life-saving piece of paper.

Qin Chi's eyebrows slightly raised when he heard her words, and he was obviously pleased by her actions. If she attached so much importance to the marriage certificate, she should be satisfied with the marriage, rather than forcing her to marry him.

This is really a misunderstanding.

Song Jin didn't expect Qin Chi to think wrongly. He was thinking about something else: "My husband, when are you going to the academy?"

Qin Chi lowered his eyelids and said calmly: "I have asked for a long vacation. I want to go to the academy to find the teacher to spend the vacation."

"Then when you go to the academy, I will go with you to take care of you, how about that? I want to rent a small courtyard near the academy." Song Jin wanted to live in the city so it would be more convenient.

"This...is not appropriate."

Qin Chi paused as he held the tea. Would it be too sticky? Then Qin Chi thought of something, and the ripples that had just arisen suddenly died out.

His future is uncertain, so why should he be sincere to others? It will only add to his sadness.

Song Jin was firm: "There's nothing wrong with that. My husband needs someone to take care of his food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and three meals a day."

Qin Chi glanced at her deeply and said, "This reason is not wrong, but it cannot convince the elders at home. If you must go, I will talk to my parents about this matter."

"Thank you, my husband." Song Jin's eyes were filled with gratitude.

Qin Chi reminded Song Jinming that he had to prepare breakfast early. The rules in ordinary people's homes were not as complicated as those in rich families, but they were not completely nonexistent.

For example, in Qinjiagou, a new bride has to cook a delicious meal for her parents-in-law on the second day after she gets married to show her respect and filial piety to them. It is also an opportunity for the bride to show herself.

It is said that if the parents-in-law enjoy the meal, it means they are satisfied with their new daughter-in-law, and her life will be easier in her husband's family in the future.

If the parents-in-law are not satisfied with the food, the new daughter-in-law will have a hard time in the future and will have to work like a slave.

Song Jin knew about this custom.

Qin Chi narrowed his eyes slightly and said after a while: "My uncle will be home tomorrow..."

"Oh." Song Jin was not surprised.

Seeing her indifferent reaction, Qin Chi did not mention it again.

Song Jin never stepped out of the room again and even ate dinner in the room.

At night, Song Jin quickly washed up and lay down on the bed pretending to sleep.

Qin Chi found another bed.

The two of them slept separately tacitly, as if they had completely forgotten that tonight was their wedding night.

It was not until he woke up that Qin Chi discovered the soft and fragrant body in his arms.

A faint feminine fragrance lingered at his nose, a scent he had never smelled before.

It smells good, and I subconsciously shrug my nose again...

After a moment, reason returned.

In order to avoid embarrassment between the two, Qin Chi quietly let go of the person in his arms, got up from the bed quietly and put on his clothes.

He had just put on his shoes.

Behind me, a slightly soft voice asked, "It's still dark outside. Are we going to get up and cook?"

"Well, it's time to get up."

Qin Chi responded randomly.

Song Jin rubbed his sleepy eyes, got up and got dressed.

When he reached the door and wanted to go to the kitchen in the dark, he saw Qin Chi following behind him with a lantern.

Song Jin was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

"Have you ever cooked?"

Qin Chi lowered his eyes and looked at her hands. Her ten fingers were slender and white as jade, reminding him of the finest mutton-fat jade.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Song Jin wanted to say that he could cook.

But at this time in her previous life, she couldn't even make a fire, let alone cook.

I learned all the kitchen chores after I got married.

The two of them entered the kitchen one after the other.

Song Jin simply washed the rice, and the rest was done by Qin Chi.

Qin Chi didn’t understand anything too complicated, so he just cooked a big pot of thick rice porridge and prepared two ready-made side dishes, such as pickled spicy cabbage and fried peanuts.

No one in the Qin family has woken up yet.

As long as Qin Chi doesn't say it, no one will know that this breakfast was not made by Song Jin.

"You take the rice porridge to the main room first, and I'll boil a pot of water." Qin Chi lifted his clothes and squatted in front of the stove, and began to add firewood to the stove.

Song Jin looked at the skinny young man, who was swiftly lighting a fire. In the light of the fire in front of the stove, he lost his sharpness and fierceness, and instead had a hazy softness. His long black eyelashes were like a crescent moon, half covering a pair of inky starry eyes. His tall nose was as delicate as a painting, and his slightly pale lips were even more alluring...

"Bang."

There was a small noise outside.

Song Jin came back to his senses in panic, picked up the large bowl of porridge and walked out of the kitchen, feeling as if he was escaping in panic.

As soon as I stepped into the main room, I saw Old Mrs. Liu.

Old Liu didn't like the first wife. Not only did her eldest son marry a sickly wife, but he also had a sickly child. He spent a lot of money on medicine since he was a child. Even though the money was earned by Li's embroidery work and Old Liu didn't spend a penny, she was still unhappy.

Old Liu even disliked Song Jin, who had just come in.

Old Mrs. Liu has been the head of the family for decades and is used to giving orders in this family. As soon as Song Jin came, she was out of control. It would be strange for her to be happy.

In addition, Song Xiu cried yesterday and said that she could only get half of the dowry, which made Old Liu even more upset.

Old Liu said sarcastically, "You got up so early? And you've prepared breakfast?"

"Granny, it's done."

Song Jin quickly put down the porridge bowl. She and Qin Chi had become husband and wife, and according to seniority, Old Liu should call her "nanny".

Old Liu had sharp eyes and saw a large bowl of rice porridge on the table, which was steaming hot, obviously just out of the pot.

Song Jin wanted to go back to the kitchen first.

Song Xiu appeared gracefully and said maliciously, "I've grown up like this, but this is the first time I've seen my sister cook. Sister, let me help you."

"Don't bother, I should have done this." Song Jin was worried that someone would go to the kitchen and see Qin Chi.

Especially when doing housework?

There will definitely be a lot of trouble!

Song Jin hurried to the kitchen.

As soon as I arrived at the kitchen door, I saw Old Liu and Song Xiu following me, one with a long face and the other looking like she was enjoying a show.

Song Jin was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

If it was discovered that Qin Chi had made this breakfast, not to mention Mrs. Liu, even her mother-in-law, Mrs. Li, would probably not give her a good face.

"Why are you walking so fast? Is there a man hiding in the kitchen?" Old Liu had vicious thoughts.

Song Jin turned around abruptly and saw Old Liu, who was furious. Just as he was about to say something, Song Xiu, who had followed him, said exaggeratedly, "Aunt, please be careful with your words. If you spread this out, how will my sister face people in the future?"

"Humph! She didn't do anything wrong, why should she feel guilty?"

Pushing Song Jin away forcefully, Old Liu rushed into the kitchen.