Egg Custard

Ji Weiqing had just finished making tea and sat down when the dean of the School of Physics walked into his office holding an empty cup of water.

"I heard that you put a tea jar in your bag this morning, and it bulged out quite a bit, and was even checked by the security guard."

He was helpless: "Teacher, you have a pair of ears that are very sharp."

The dean sat down opposite him and said, "This is not related to you, so I came to ask."

This is his most proud student. Now that he has become his colleague, how can he not take good care of him?

"I just brought some tea from home."

The dean was skeptical: "By the way, you took a wedding leave a few days ago. Who did you marry?"

"You don't know her. She's a girl I met outside."

The dean teased him, "Oh, the sun is rising from the west, and you can still meet girls outside. The principal's niece is a top student at Yan University, but you don't even look down on her. Who else can catch your eye?"

"She is no worse than the top students. It's not that I looked down on her at first, but that she was not suitable." What he needs is not a wife who talks about love and romance with him all day long, but a wife who can help him take good care of the children.

"What's wrong with that? Look at how many good-looking and educated girls there are. Which university did your guy go to? What major did he study?"

Ji Weiqing glanced at the time on his wrist: "Teacher, it's almost eight o'clock. You have class in the morning."

The dean stood up quickly and said, "Don't try to change the subject. Wait for me to have lunch together. Your mistress has been concerned about your important life events." After saying that, he fluently opened the teapot and poured some tea into the cup.

When the office was empty, Ji Weiqing thought for a moment and put the teapot Song Shixia had given him into the drawer, and he put out the Dahongpao that someone else had given him before.

The teacher often gets tea from him, and Dahongpao is more suitable for him.

Song Shixia dug out a few bottles of Moutai from home. These were not cheap stuff.

She gritted her teeth and took out a bottle. Although she also had famous wines in her space, if she wanted to take out the fruit wine legitimately, she had to create the illusion that the wine at home had been used.

She also didn't want to waste this Moutai from the 1970s. It is said that the longer Moutai is produced, the more valuable it is. This bottle doesn't look like a cheap product. Unfortunately, the packaging of Moutai at this time is different from that of future Moutai, so it cannot be counterfeited.

As for whether the taste has changed, she has no idea, as she has only drunk Moutai a few times.

Song Shixia only soaked apple wine and mulberry wine, using the simplest liquor to soak the fruit, without the danger of brewing wine.

Soaking in wine only consumes part of the fruit, the rest can only be picked and dried to be eaten as snacks.

She has it so hard. The fruits are growing so quickly. Does she have to cut down the tree?

Freshly harvested fruits are the most delicious, but unfortunately I can only eat them alone, and I feel a little guilty when I think about it.

She only kept a bottle of apple wine and mulberry wine. Mulberry trees are very common, and this season is the time to eat mulberries.

She saw that there were mulberry trees in the school, but the fruits were very small and no one was willing to pick them.

Song Shixia suddenly had an idea. She could transplant a few fruit trees into the yard. Since the yard was big enough, it would be convenient to plant them next to the wall, which would make it convenient to pick the fruits in the future.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this idea was feasible, but she just needed someone to cooperate.

The house was almost clean, and Song Shixia went back to the bedroom humming a song for a nap. Unexpectedly, she slept until the evening.

She vaguely heard someone talking downstairs, and when she came downstairs again, there were two little boys who looked very similar in the living room.

If I'm not mistaken, these should be the two little buns she is going to take care of. They are so cute, I really want to pinch them.

Ji Yang subconsciously protected his brother behind him.

Song Shixia looked around but didn't see Ji Weiqing.

"How did you two get here?"

Ji Yang said with a straight face: "Uncle Li drove to pick us up."

It turned out that he was not the one who came back, but why didn't he inform her?

She came to them and squatted down.

"Are you hungry?"

Ji Yang was about to say that he was not hungry, but his aunt told him not to eat food given by strangers.

Ji Yuan behind him pursed his lips and said, "Brother, I'm hungry."

Ji Yang's stomach also protested strongly.

Song Shixia curled the corners of her mouth.

"Go inside and play for a while. I'll make you some steamed egg custard."

The two kids each carried a small schoolbag and didn't bring anything else. It seemed that they were often sent to visit relatives' homes. No wonder Ji Weiqing went to the blind date market.

Ji Yang went upstairs hand in hand with his brother, and his tense back didn't sag until they returned to the room.

Ji Yuan chewed his fingers and said, "Brother, the new mother doesn't look like a bad person."

Ji Yang slapped his hand away: "Aunt said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. How can you think she is a good person just by looking at her from one side?"

Ji Yuan rubbed the back of his hand aggrievedly: "She cooked for us and smiled at me, so I want a new mother."

Ji Yang acts like a little adult, but he is at a loss when it comes to his younger brother.

"You are just what Auntie calls a fool. If she treats us badly, you will cry."

Ji Yuan turned his back to his brother and refused to communicate. He just wanted a new mother. Other children had mothers, but he and his brother only had a father, and his father didn't come home often. Xiao Fang said that they were children who were picked up by their fathers and therefore had no mother.

Considering how loudly the two kids’ stomachs were growling, I guess the relative lives quite far away.

She steamed two eggs for each of them, and asked Ji Weiqing to come back and deal with any leftovers.

While steaming the eggs on the gas stove, Song Shixia heated up the leftovers from lunch in a large pot with steam.

The steamed eggs and rice are cooked almost at the same time.

The two children didn't stay upstairs for long before they started playing with their toys in the living room, looking towards the kitchen from time to time.

Ji Yang, feeling hungry, touched his stomach.

"The steamed eggs are ready, go wash your hands."

What Song Shixia didn't expect was that the two children first packed their toys in a box, then pushed the box neatly next to the sofa before going to the bathroom to wash their hands.

It seems like the kid at home is a little angel?

I thought they would be like other kids who would leave their toys around and wait for adults to clean up, but I didn't expect them to be so well educated.

What a good boy.

Ji Yuan came out of the bathroom reluctantly: "Auntie, we don't have enough."

Song Shixia remembered that there was a small stool in the bathroom that she had put in the utility room.

"Wait a minute, I'll get the stool out for you."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Song Shixia touched his little head. The child's hair was so soft.

Ji Yuan's face was full of happiness, but he pouted when facing his brother: "She didn't hurt me, and she even touched my head. Why don't you let me call her mom?"

Ji Yang's face was serious: "Anyway, you have to listen to my instructions first, otherwise you can sleep by yourself."

Ji Yuan reluctantly agreed, his brother was so bad.

The two brothers came out of the bathroom reluctantly, and Song Shixia pretended not to know.

She put her own dinner on the table. The dishes were all the portions set aside from lunch, not including leftovers after rounding up.

The two boys looked at the egg custard in the bowl, and then at the stir-fried dishes in front of Song Shixia.

"You two can only eat the spareribs at best. You can't eat the other two dishes because they have chili added to them."

Ji Yang was busy eating the egg custard. Ji Yuan swallowed and picked up the spoon.

Little did he know that his brother beside him was eating voraciously, and at first he even threatened him that he would only eat two bites, so even if it was poisonous, he would not be poisoned to death.

Song Shixia added a little bit of pork fat to the egg custard, and sprinkled chopped green onions and a few drops of sesame oil when it came out of the pot, making it smell more fragrant than ordinary egg custard. The eggs unique to the space are more tender and smooth than tofu, and they melt in your mouth without any room for your teeth to chew.

After taking one bite, Ji Yuan forgot about the meat dishes on the table. He stuffed several big mouthfuls of food into his mouth.

Song Shixia reminded them: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

She ate the ribs slowly and watched over her two children while they ate.

The eldest brother ate voraciously, but luckily the food was not spilled all over the table; the second brother almost buried his face in the bowl, so not a drop of food was wasted.

It was only after they finished their meal that Song Shixia finished two ribs.

She raised her eyebrows and greeted: "Are you guys still eating?" The question is, can you still eat?

The two children burped one after the other.

Ji Yuan touched his bulging belly and said, "No, I don't want to eat anymore."

Ji Yang also shook his head, looking a little embarrassed.

Song Shixia didn't tease him and gave the child face.

After finishing her meal, she held her face with one hand and asked, "Why hasn't your father come back yet?"

If she doesn't come back, she will have to wash the dishes.

Ji Yang pursed his lips and said, "Dad often comes home very late."

Song Shixia looked at him curiously: "Where do you usually eat?"

"Grandma Feng brought us food from the cafeteria."

It took her a few seconds to realize that Grandma Feng should be Aunt Feng. This generation is really confusing.

She and Ji Weiqing are one generation lower than their neighbors, and these two children are two generations lower, so Aunt Feng has become a grandmother.

Song Shixia let the two children continue playing while she put the almost untouched stir-fried pork and twice-cooked pork into the pot to steam.

Ji Weiqing arrived home two hours later than yesterday.

Song Shixia was lying comfortably on the sofa with a cup of tea in her hand. She was a little sleepy from waiting.

"You're back. Have you eaten yet?"

Ji Weiqing took off his coat and said, "I've eaten. Why didn't anyone answer my phone call this afternoon?"

Song Shixia said that she had forgotten something and it turned out that there was a phone at home.

"I was taking a nap in the afternoon, and when I woke up, my children had just come home. They had just washed up and were already asleep."

He hung his coat on the hanger and rolled up his sleeves. "Please take care of the children. Do they bother you?"

Song Shixia helped him carry his briefcase: "They are very well behaved and well taught."

"That's good. If you don't obey, just tell me."

She nodded in understanding.

"There's still some rice in the pot, specially reserved for you. Would you like to have a midnight snack?"

Ji Weiqing glanced at her and said, "That's fine."

Song Shixia was a little cautious, thinking that he wouldn't be able to see through her intention.

Ji Weiqing finished his meal very quickly. He only had a small bowl of rice but finished two plates of food.

Song Shixia was a little worried: "Aren't you going to hold on?"

He put his hand on his stomach: "A little bit, I'll go take a walk in the yard to digest the food." How come her cooking skills are so good? The food in the cafeteria at noon today turned out to be tasteless.

Song Shixia immediately came up with an idea. Finally, he had an excuse to ask him to help plow the land.

"Why don't we clear a piece of land in the yard? It will help you digest your food!"

He felt she had an affair, but had no evidence.

Who would have imagined that he would be wearing a white coat in the laboratory during the day, operating the most sophisticated instruments in the country and conducting experiments that could change history, and at night he would go home and plow the yard.

Forget it. This is his own yard. He can't let her plow the ground. She looks so weak and doesn't look like someone who can wield a plow.

Aunt Feng had just coaxed her child to sleep when she subconsciously glanced out the bedroom window at the brightly lit yard next door. Why did she seem to see two people digging the ground in the yard?

She asked the person reading on the bed, "Do you think Professor Ji can plow the floor?"

Professor Xie pushed up his glasses and said, "You don't even believe what I'm saying. His precious hands are used to make experimental instruments. Digging the ground is simply a fantasy to him."