Chicken Rice

While watching TV, Aunt Feng listened to Xiao Song and Chen Jiao chatting about things in the village, and made comments from time to time.

There is a glass cabinet on half of the wall of the room on the first floor that is used as a bookshelf. It was Song Shixia's study before her mother-in-law moved in. After her mother-in-law moved in to help take care of the children, it was inconvenient for her to go up and down the stairs, so she cleaned it up and made it into her bedroom. Usually, the two little guys do their homework in this room.

While the adults were talking, several boys were whispering in the room. Ji Yang and his brother were lying in front of Huo Li who was reading a book.

Huo Li looked up at them and continued reading.

Ji Yuan blinked curiously: "Can you understand my father's book?"

Huo Li pursed his lips.

“There are some parts that I don’t understand.”

Ji Yuan tilted his head in confusion: "Then why do you still want to watch it?"

Huo Li explained seriously: "Because reading is very interesting. Although I don't understand the deeper meaning, after I read it, it will be stored in my mind. As long as I keep reading, the knowledge in my mind will increase."

Ji Yuan sat next to him, picked up the book, pointed to a passage with his chubby finger and read it out, but he made two mistakes in the fifteen words.

Before Huo Li had time to correct the spelling mistake, Ji Yang came to praise his brother.

"Xiaobao is really amazing. You will become as amazing as your dad in the future!"

Huo Li's eyes gradually dimmed.

Ji Yuan pulled Huo Li,

"I want to learn from Brother Huo Li and become a child who loves reading."

Xie Yu and her sister sat on the sofa, watching TV intently, their eyes occasionally drifting towards the room where Ji Yang and the others were.

Xie Yan let go of her brother's hand and said, "If you want to go out and play, go ahead. But you are not allowed to run out."

Xie Kang beside him wanted to keep his eyes glued to the TV, totally unaware that his brother was missing.

Ji Yang doesn't like reading, but his brother wants to read with Huo Li, so he simply takes out the comic book and reads it with Xiao Yuer.

After the meeting, Ji Weiqing went to the teacher's office. Besides the teacher, there was also a simply dressed college student in the office.

"Sit down and talk. The school has allocated a quota for you to recruit graduate students. This student is the one I picked for you. If I were not too old and had no energy to guide him, he would probably have become your junior."

The boy looked a little reserved: "Hello, Professor Ji, I am He Jianjun, a student of the Applied Electronic Engineering Department, Class of 1981. I hope to become your student."

Ji Weiqing observed him silently, thinking that he must have some outstanding qualities to be noticed by the teacher.

The boy was neatly dressed, had short hair, a shabby cotton shirt, trousers that were washed white, and patched rubber shoes. He had a general idea of ​​the other person's background.

"Hello, Mr. He, regarding your wish to become my student, I would like to read your graduation thesis before making a decision."

He Jianjun's face was excited for a moment, and he quickly took out his thesis from his schoolbag.

"This is my undergraduate thesis and my university thesis, all of which I completed independently."

He took out a thick stack, and Ji Weiqing raised his eyebrows slightly. He even took out his undergraduate thesis to show him, which showed that he was very confident in himself.

Dean Shen was not surprised. He had helped his students to get this good seedling despite all the opposition. This student He Jianjun was smart and talented. He had noticed him when he was teaching undergraduate courses. Unfortunately, his talent was limited by his family background. If he had been trained since childhood, he might have been a child prodigy.

Ji Weiqing just glanced at his undergraduate homework at first, but the more he read, the more serious his expression became. He decided to accept this student before he even finished reading.

Ji Weiqing stood up, but did not return the paper to him immediately.

"You are excellent. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation as teachers and students."

He Jianjun's eyes were welling up with tears, and the grown man almost couldn't hold back his tears.

He was so excited that he could become Professor Ji's senior disciple.

"I think we need to discuss and analyze your paper together. I think many of your viewpoints are feasible."

Dean Shen was not surprised, as he was the one who graded two of the undergraduate theses. He checked some documents and proved that the theses were originally written by He Jianjun, so he kept his expertise and name in mind.

"Okay, since you want to accept students, remember to report to the college."

Ji Weiqing thanked the teacher solemnly.

"Thank you, teacher. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have discovered such an excellent student."

"That's enough. You're still being so polite to me. If you really want to thank me, it would be more practical to give me some medicinal wine. There has been a lot of rain in the spring, and my old illness has started to ache again."

Ji Weiqing took the students home. When they saw there were guests at home, they simply greeted them and went up the stairs one after another.

Song Shixia looked at Ji Weiqing's guest curiously.

Chen Jiao saw He Jianjun's expression change slightly.

She forced a smile and asked, "Is this Professor Ji's student?"

Song Shixia put his hands up to show that he didn't understand.

"It was the first time he brought a student home. The student was still carrying a school bag. I guess he wanted to see him for something."

Aunt Feng came over and said mysteriously, "Maybe this is a graduate student taught by your Professor Ji. My husband Xie has graduate students and often comes to him to correct his papers."

Song Shixia remembered that Ji Weiqing seemed to be recruiting graduate students this semester, and maybe the person he brought back would be his eldest disciple.

Chen Jiao felt complicated. If He Jianjun was really Ji Weiqing's student, Song Shixia would be so lucky.

This is He Jianjun!

Aunt Feng sighed: "I don't know when Huo Kai will be able to reach the position of professor, so that you can have a lighter burden."

Chen Jiao chuckled and said nothing. It would take at least 20 years for Huo Kai to become a professor.

Chen Jiao couldn't help but speak up: "The money I earn in a week is only half of his monthly salary. Relying on men is unreliable after all. Don't count on him."

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "You are still young. Since you are not divorcing him at the moment, of course the higher his position, the better. Even if it has nothing to do with you, you should be given some respect when you go out."

Chen Jiao did not refute. The truth is true, but it is also true that Huo Kai is not up to the task. Even a sow can climb a tree if it depends on him.

Ji Weiqing and He Jianjun chatted in the study for the whole afternoon, and they had not come downstairs even after all the guests had left.

Song Shixia took the children to weed the yard and prepared dinner at the same time.

Song Shixia made chicken fillet rice with the leftover fried snacks from the afternoon, which the children also loved.

When the clock struck six, Song Shixia finally couldn't sit still and went upstairs to knock on the door.

"Come down and have dinner first, and then you can talk after dinner."

Ji Weiqing glanced at the time.

"We've been chatting for too long today. Let's continue after school starts."

He Jianjun learned a lot of useful things from chatting with Professor Ji. His face turned red and his head shook like a rattle.

"Not long after, I was talking to my teacher and suddenly I understood the principle that I couldn't understand before."

Ji Weiqing had a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to continue discussing this after school starts. Let's go downstairs and have dinner first."

He Jianjun quickly declined: "Thank you for your kindness, teacher. I have prepared some dry food in the dormitory, so I will not stay for dinner."

His refusal was ineffective, and He Jianjun followed the teacher downstairs, where he was stopped by someone who was suspected to be the teacher's wife.

The reason why he was not sure whether it was the teacher's wife was because she was too young and looked more like the teacher's sister.

Song Shixia invited with a smile: "Let's eat before leaving. If you don't stay for dinner, there will be leftovers at home tonight."

He Jianjun blushed and thanked her, "Thank you, Master's wife."

"You should just call me Comrade Song. It feels weird to call me Master's Wife."

Ji Weiqing took the child out to wash his hands and mentioned,

"Let's call him Teacher Song. He won't be able to relax if you call him Comrade Song."

He Jianjun nodded in agreement.

"Teacher Song!"

Song Shixia couldn't persuade them, so she turned around and went to the kitchen to bring out the soup.

"Don't complain, dinner is chicken fillet rice and seaweed egg drop soup."

It's called chicken fillet rice, but each portion of rice has a lot of popcorn and chicken fillets, but only two or three pieces of chicken fillet.

He Jianjun would never dare to pick up his chopsticks. His family would only bite the bullet and buy a pound of pork during the Chinese New Year. They would always eat some lard during festivals.

Song Shixia didn't eat herself, but tied up the lunch bags for the two kids first to prevent them from getting their clothes dirty.

She looked up and found that He Jianjun had not touched his chopsticks.

"Eat quickly. It won't taste good if it gets cold. If you don't have an appetite, drink a bowl of soup first."

He Jianjun gritted his teeth and picked up his chopsticks. He felt ashamed for taking advantage of others and buried his head, not daring to look up.

Song Shixia inadvertently saw this scene and couldn't help but feel lucky that dinner was chicken fillet rice. If it was a few stir-fried dishes, the boy probably wouldn't dare to pick up his chopsticks.

You can tell from his clothes that his family is not well-off. Although most of the students in the school come from ordinary families, his shoes have a lot of glue marks and two patches. His cotton padded jacket has sagged and the cuffs are a little short, so it is definitely not warm enough.

Song Shixia knew that if he said anything at this moment, it might burst the other party's self-esteem, so the three of them at the dinner table were silent, and only the two little guys were chattering to ease the silence.

Ji Weiqing ate his meal absentmindedly, thinking over and over again about the feasibility of his students' papers, and did not notice the changes on the table at all.

After dinner, before Song Shixia could move, He Jianjun immediately stood up to help clean up the dishes.

"Let me do it. How can I ask you to do housework when you are a guest?"

He Jianjun stood there awkwardly, and finally managed to utter a few words.

"I had a meal of meat at the teacher's house, so I should help with the housework."

Song Shixia sighed helplessly, this boy has a strong self-esteem, he wants housework in exchange for a meal of meat, it seems that his family is really in financial difficulty.

"Okay, follow me."

While he was not paying attention, Song Shixia quickly poured a few drops of detergent into the pot.

"I washed it with detergent."

He Jianjun was at a loss. In fact, he could wash it clean just by washing it a few more times without using any detergent.

With the help of detergent, He Jianjun only took five minutes to clean the kitchen.

When he came out of the kitchen, Ji Weiqing was puzzled for a moment, then took him to the living room to discuss again.

He Jianjun sat on the sofa reluctantly, fearing that his pants would dirty the sofa.

Song Shixia brought fruit and tea.

He Jianjun quickly held the teacup, fearing that Teacher Song would stuff some fruit into his mouth.

"You two chat while I take the kids out for a walk to help them digest their food."

When Song Shixia returned home, Ji Weiqing was the only one left at home, sitting on the sofa writing and drawing.

Song Shixia lay on the sofa behind him and put her arms around his neck.

"Did your students leave?"

"Well, I was worried that they might have access control, so I let him go back first."

Song Shixia asked tentatively: "Are you satisfied with this student?"

Ji Weiqing's eyes relaxed: "I have indeed met a very talented student, and his thinking is very forward-looking. I admire him very much."

"I also think that this guy is the kind of person who will endure hardships in the early stages and will definitely be an excellent talent in the future."

He has too much self-esteem. Such a person, with a smart mind and a great mentor, will definitely have an extraordinary future.