Date paste mooncake

Song Shixia woke up and found for the first time that the people around him did not get up early to exercise.

She openly observed Ji Weiqing's sleeping posture. His family had good genes. His father-in-law had thick eyebrows and big eyes and was very decent looking. His mother-in-law was a great beauty when she was young. None of his brothers and sisters were ugly. Although she had never seen the young boy's biological father, she could tell at a young age that he was a handsome guy.

His hair was shattered and messy, his facial features were three-dimensional and handsome, his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyelashes were thin and thick, his nose was high, and his lips were tightly pursed, as if he had had a bad dream.

Song Shixia reached out to smooth the wrinkles between his brows. Ji Weiqing slowly opened his eyes, his eyes confused for a moment.

She didn't feel guilty about being caught, and looked at him with a smile: "You got up late today."

I thought he would get up after hearing this, but he seemed not to hear me. He grabbed her hand and pressed her into his arms, with his chin resting on her head.

Song Shixia cooperated without moving, waiting for his next move. She waited and waited until she noticed his breathing gradually becoming steady.

Okay, use her as a pillow.

The man's breathing seemed to have a sleep-inducing effect. When Song Shixia woke up again, the sun outside had already shone into the house.

Ji Weiqing sat at the desk this time, flipping through a stack of wedding photos. Not long after he left on a business trip, the photos were developed, and she brought her brother to help bring the large photo frame home.

The largest wedding photo was hung on the wall opposite the bedroom bed. In the photo, she was smiling brightly, and Ji Weiqing was also relaxed and cooperative. Their heads were close together, and they held hands when taking the photo, but unfortunately only their chests were photographed. Although the style and shape of the veil and suit might look a bit tacky in thirty years, she liked it no matter how she looked at it.

Song Shixia leaned sideways with one hand on her head and asked him, "Have they had breakfast?"

"I took them to the cafeteria to eat, and I brought you some buns."

Song Shixia sighed and lay down: "I don't really want to eat, it's almost time for lunch."

Ji Weiqing pulled her out from under the quilt: "You can't skip breakfast, but you can have lunch later."

Okay, let’s learn and use it now. These are the exact words she said.

Song Shixia leaned against him lazily and didn't want to move. Ji Weiqing helped her put on her clothes.

Oh, I have to eat this now.

While eating, she thought of something: "I want to go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival. I haven't been back since I got married."

Thinking of the muddy dirt road along the way, she actually didn't want to go far away. But when she was packing her dowry, she found the thirty yuan, which was the hard-earned money of the Song family's parents. Both husband and wife were farmers and had no fixed income. Her feelings towards the Song family were in a very tangled and contradictory state. However, she got along well with Song Qiusheng, and there was a younger brother who she had never met but suspected of having a sister complex. Her parents were not partial to each other and the family was harmonious. It seemed good to have such a family.

Ji Weiqing paused while flipping through the documents: "What do I need to prepare?"

Song Shixia didn't notice his abnormality: "You don't have to go. My home is so far away. You take good care of the children at home. My brother and I will be back in a few days. Don't worry."

The little guys also wanted to go, but unfortunately they were too young, so Song Shixia didn't let them go.

Ji Yang and Ji Yuan were unhappy and followed her wherever she went.

Song Shixia felt overwhelmed: "I will be back in a week. You just have to be obedient. I will take you on a long trip when you are seven years old, okay?"

As an adult, she disliked the bumpy road and was absolutely unwilling to travel far unless it was necessary. It took a lot of persuasion to convince the two little ones to give up.

Song Shixia finally got rid of the little clingy person and went next door to find Aunt Feng, asking her if she wanted to make mooncakes together.

While his mother was not at home, Ji Yang picked up the phone to call his grandmother. As soon as he dialed the number, he saw his father coming downstairs.

He was so nervous that he forgot to hang up the phone immediately.

Ji Weiqing didn't stop him or ask any questions. He just sat on the sofa and picked up the newspaper he had read this morning.

The call was connected.

"Hey, is that grandma?"

Han Rong's cheerful voice came: "My dear Yangyang, do you miss grandma?"

"Yes, grandma, mom is going home, and I want to go too."

The smile on Han Rong's face froze. What did the third son do to make his wife so angry that she wanted to go back to her parents' home? !

"Yangyang, tell grandma in detail why mom wants to go home."

Ji Yang's speech was confusing, but Han Rong understood that her daughter-in-law was going home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was such a false surprise.

Han Rong also used the same excuse. Since her daughter-in-law went home with her brother, it was indeed inconvenient to take care of two little ones, and it would be even more difficult to take care of them when she was away from home.

"Yangyang, you miss your grandma, right? Why don't you come to visit grandma during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Ji Yang's face was full of confusion. He didn't want to leave his mother, but was also afraid that refusing would hurt his grandmother.

A hand reached over and took the phone: "Then let them spend the Mid-Autumn Festival at home, and I will go back with her."

Han Rong joked to her son on the phone: "Comrade Xiao Song asked you to stay at home and take care of the kids, why are you joining in the fun?"

"The children miss you. Let them go back to spend the holidays with you."

Although Han Rong felt fortunate, she naturally agreed with her son's realization that he loved his wife.

"Got it. I'll find an excuse to take Yangyang and Yuanyuan back. Remember to be diligent and work harder at Xiaosong's house, and don't become a lazy son-in-law in the eyes of your fellow villagers."

Ji Weiqing hung up the phone, and Ji Yang's eyes were full of accusations.

"Bad dad!"

Ji Weiqing picked up the child and held him in his arms: "I'm not a bad person. I will go back to my hometown with my mother, and then go home with her."

Children are fragile and sensitive. Their father is often away on business, so they have to stay with their grandmother and aunt for years. Even their closest family members are living under someone else's roof. They finally have a mother, and they are the happiest and happiest children. They don't understand the meaning of going home to visit relatives, they just know that their mother is going away.

In the past, when their father went away from home, some bad kids in kindergarten would say that going away from home meant that their father didn't want them anymore. He and his brother waited for a long time before finally waiting for their father to pick them up, only to find that they were without a mother again.

Ji Yang grabbed his father's clothes and said, "Then you should come back soon. My brother and I will miss you."

Ji Weiqing touched his head and said slowly, "Yes, she will always be your mother, don't worry."

Ji Yang stretched out his hand: "Let's pull the hook."

Ji Weiqing reached out his hand cooperatively.

The house next door.

Song Shixia sat on a small stool, while Aunt Feng sat by the water pump and washed clothes.

"It's time to go home. You've been writing letters to your family for so long since you got married. It's time to go back and see your parents. What parent wouldn't worry about their daughter who marries far away?"

Song Shixia smiled bitterly: "That's right, only when you become a parent yourself do you understand the difficulties of being a parent." When she was still a stepmother, she worried about her two children's schooling all day long, fearing that they would be bullied. Fortunately, the two brothers were in the same class and could take care of each other.

"What about your child? Going away at such a young age?"

"Let their father take care of them. I will be back in a week."

Aunt Feng smiled evilly: "Professor Ji just came back and you left him alone in an empty room."

Song Shixia sighed helplessly: "He is not idle at all. The materials and papers in the study are enough for him to entertain himself. Sometimes I wonder how a professor can be so busy that he has to write papers on Saturdays and Sundays. I have never seen him have any other entertainment activities."

Aunt Feng wiped off the foam on her hands and said: "My husband, Mr. Xie, is very free. Although he comes home late every day, he is very free when he is not working overtime. He can even make an appointment with my nephew to go fishing."

Even in modern society, Song Shixia does not understand what professors do specifically. He only knows that professors represent strong professional fields, and he really does not understand why they have to keep writing papers.

She could only guess: "It may be that they are in different fields. Professor Xie studies literature and history. Maybe when he is busy, he will make some great archaeological discoveries. I can't guess the field of my Professor Ji. This is probably the price of living in a big house."

Aunt Feng laughed out loud: "Maybe your Professor Ji's research area is to write papers all the time. If my old Xie could go into archaeology, he would definitely be very happy."

The two chatted for a while and decided on the time to make mooncakes. Song Shixia told her that she didn't need to prepare anything, just come. Aunt Feng's family was small, so they only needed two packs of mooncakes, plus her nephew's family, at most three packs of mooncakes. Song Shixia wanted to send some to all her relatives and friends, which meant asking Aunt Feng to come and help with the work. Giving money would only cause discord, so it would be better to let Aunt Feng save money on buying mooncakes.

Mooncakes are mostly sweet, the only salty flavor is probably salted egg yolk, and meat-filled mooncakes are a heresy that Song Shixia cannot accept. People of this era like five-nut mooncakes very much, and she doesn't like to eat five-nut mooncakes, but she has to make arrangements.

Ji Weiqing went out to mail a transatlantic letter. Because of his current importance, the letter was opened and placed on the desk of a certain leader.

He read it twice but still didn't understand it, so he called Ji Xueya.

"Your son sent a letter..."

"What?! What did he send out?" It took Ji Xueya less than three seconds to go from confusion to rage.

"That's what I find strange, he asked his foreign classmate Tom to help him buy a microwave and oven."

Furious Ji Xueya: "Oven? Microwave? That's all he wrote?"

"Yes, I just want to ask if your daughter-in-law asked your son to write the letter, otherwise I can't figure it out."

Ji Xueya shouted for people in the yard, and Han Rong came in hurriedly with water on her hands.

"What's going on? Who did you get into an argument with on the phone?"

Ji Xueya asked, "Did you ask the third brother to buy you some foreign stuff?"

Han Rong was confused: "I called because the third brother wanted to accompany Xiao Song back to his hometown to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. I didn't ask him to buy anything for me."

Ji Xueya waved his hand: "Okay, you have nothing to do now."

"It's really incomprehensible." Han Rong muttered as she went out.

"Since there is no problem, you can handle it."

The leader hesitated for half a minute and finally gave his approval. He wanted to see how rare these two things were and why they were specially bought from abroad.

Song Shixia had no idea of ​​the surprise that was about to come.

She has already prepared the fillings, including salted egg yolk, five-nut filling, rose snow skin, date paste, custard filling and fruit filling.

Aunt Feng came over and teased, "You put meat fillings in rice dumplings and salted egg yolks in mooncakes. It's really strange. I don't know how you came up with these flavors."

"Giving gifts is all about novelty and good taste. If they were all the same, I would just buy two packs of mooncakes. This is not what I thought. I also heard that this is how people eat mooncakes in open areas outside."

Aunt Feng nodded in agreement: "Just because you made this stuffing, I am greedy just by smelling it. No wonder people eat it."

When Song Shixia was a child, she ate Chinese mooncakes, with crispy and crumbly skin, more like Chinese pastries. When she grew up, she realized that mooncakes could be so beautiful and have so many flavors. The golden mooncakes were particularly delicate, with patterns and words on them.

This is the kind of mooncake she made this time. It would be very prestigious to give it as a gift.

The table was filled with mooncakes of the same size. We had mooncakes for lunch and dinner today. The kids and the kids next door picked the ones with date paste and fruit filling because they were sweet.

The bakery at home was always burning, baking batch after batch of bread.

Song Shixia rubbed his waist and said, "It's finally done. I won't have to prepare such a large table for the Mid-Autumn Festival next year." This time he was going home, so he included the mooncake portions for everyone in his family.