"Baby, you're so beautiful!"
Chen Jing swallowed hard, his throat dry. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, then hooked her chin with one hand and leaned down to kiss her.
The red candle popped softly, its flames rising into the air, and bright red candle wax fell onto the candlestick, like tiny red plum blossoms blooming in the cold wind, releasing an ambiguous fragrance that drifted in the night breeze.
...
A thin layer of frost had formed outside the window, and the chill seeped into the room. A pale blue curtain was drawn across the sky, and several roosters crowed loudly outside the window. Ji Xia slightly opened her sleepy eyes.
What time is it?
She let out a soft groan, then suddenly heard a low, husky laugh beside her. Startled, she opened her eyes abruptly: "Who? What are you doing here?"
"Honey, we got married yesterday, where else would I be if not here?"
Ji Xia suddenly remembered that they got married yesterday, and last night was their wedding night. Her pretty face blushed slightly.
He moved his body, but it felt limp and weak, as if he had been run over.
"Awake? Tired? Want to sleep a little longer?"
Chen Jing chuckled softly, his eyes fixed on her alluring face with fascination. Her smooth, porcelain-white skin was as captivating as if it had been rouged, her complexion as smooth as jade.
He subconsciously lifted the blanket a little, and his snow-white skin came into view. The marks on his snow-white chest were like blooming red plum blossoms, extending all the way to the tips of strawberries.
Chen Jing felt a string of small flames rising from his lower abdomen, burning away his reason, leaving him parched and weak all over.
"Stop it, it's so cold, I'm going to sleep a little longer."
Ji Xia tugged at the blanket, her voice lazy and slightly hoarse, her throat dry, and she couldn't help but frown slightly.
Her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and her red lips parted slightly: "Is there any water? My throat is so dry!"
"I'll pour it for you."
Chen Jing's Adam's apple bobbed. He reached for the kettle beside the bed, poured half a cup of warm water, tilted his head back, took a big gulp, and then lowered his head to seal her sexy red lips with his own.
Warm water soothed her dry throat, and Ji Xia breathed a long, comfortable sigh of relief before her lips and tongue, hot and soft, sealed her lips.
This jerk asks for it way too often, doesn't he get tired?
When she was exhausted, Ji Xia suddenly remembered her past life.
In her past life, whenever that scumbag tried to bully her, Lin's mother would cough desperately outside the window. As long as Lin Haodong didn't leave the room, she seemed like she was about to cough herself to death.
In her past life, she was married to a scumbag for over ten years. They had to do things secretly, for fear of being discovered by her mother. He was extremely fast, and by the time she was aroused, the scumbag had already finished.
And this bastard's stamina is just too good.
When Ji Xia got up, she looked at the watch under her pillow and realized it was almost noon.
She got up so late on her very first day after marrying into the family; I wonder what her mother-in-law said about her.
Ji Xia got out of bed with a shy expression, rubbed her sore back, and looked at the red marks on her chest, her face turning red.
She pulled out a long turtleneck sweater from the dowry chest and put it on, covering all the marks below her neck. Then she put on skinny pencil pants and black mid-calf leather boots. She looked in the mirror, tied her hair up, and secured it with a velvet hair tie.
She took her cup and toothbrush to the kitchen, poured some hot water to brush her teeth and wash her face, and was surprised to see Chen's mother and sister-in-law busy drying cured meat in the backyard.
Inside the backyard fence, strips of dark brown cured meat were strung together on bamboo poles and hung in two rows, totaling at least twenty or thirty strips.
A single piece of cured pork weighs at least a pound. Is her in-laws that wealthy? They managed to get dozens of pounds of cured pork before the New Year?
In another twenty or thirty years, some families will be making cured pork, buying whole pigs and getting hundreds of kilograms at a time.
But in the 1970s, getting dozens of kilograms of cured meat was almost unimaginable.
Ji Xia was surprised: "Mom, sister-in-law, you made so much cured meat? How much did this cost?"
Hearing Ji Xia's voice, Chen's mother turned around with a smile: "This is made from the wild boar meat that A Jing brought back. A Jing said you like pheasant soup. It's hot in the kitchen, go and get it for yourself."
"Okay, I understand, thank you, Mother."
Without making any veiled criticism that she had gotten up too late, Ji Xia's smile became more genuine.
He readily agreed, went back to the kitchen and saw that there was still charcoal burning under the large iron pot on the stove.
She lifted the lid and saw a large bowl of pheasant soup, a bowl of white rice, and another bowl containing a salt-baked chicken wing, two pieces of fatty and lean braised pork, and a half-bowl of bok choy and stir-fried bean sprouts.
She brought the food to the octagonal table in the main room, drank half a bowl of soup first, and then slowly ate the rice and vegetables.
It was almost eleven o'clock at this time. Ji Xia hadn't eaten much last night and had spent most of the night exercising with Chen Jing, so she was starving.
Although the food was leftover from yesterday's banquet, the low winter temperatures helped preserve the ingredients. Both the chicken soup and the braised pork belly were still very delicious.
When she had eaten almost all of it and was about half full, she slowed down.
After washing their hands, Chen's mother and sister-in-law returned to the main room.
She sat down next to Ji Xia with a smile: "Is this enough food? A-Jing said you were hungry last night, and I asked him to get more, but he wouldn't listen."
Ji Xia blushed and shook her head repeatedly: "Mother, that's enough. I don't usually eat much. He knows my appetite. It's enough."
"That's enough, but you still need to eat more. You're too thin. You must be tired from using your brain all day!"
"fine."
Her mother-in-law was so kind and her smile so genuine that Ji Xia felt a little shy. She quickly changed the subject, asking, "Mom, how many kilograms of cured meat did you get? Is there still so much wild boar left?"
"Ah Jing brought back half a wild boar, weighing over 120 jin. Yesterday, for 28 tables, including the pig's head, we got 70 or 80 jin, which is quite a lot."
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