Ham and Egg Fried Rice

Ji Weiqing was speechless, and Song Shixia didn't continue to dwell on this matter. She had just said it casually, but she didn't expect that Ji Weiqing would remember it.

Before going to bed at night, Song Shixia was about to get into his bed when Ji Weiqing pressed his shoulders.

She looked up at him, and Ji Weiqing gently pinched the back of her neck as if he was stroking a cat's fur.

"Do you want to go to work?"

Song Shixia:?

When does she talk in her sleep or show any desire to go to work?

She didn't say anything final: "Not for now. I don't know what kind of job I like. I want to do a job that makes me happy." It doesn't matter how much money you make, as long as you don't waste your time.

Song Shixia sat up, not caring about the open neckline of her pajamas, and stared at him.

"You feel very strange. Before we got married, didn't you ask me to stay at home and take care of the family? We even reached an agreement." He has changed so much, could it be that he has been abandoned?

She remembered that she was very happy, thinking that she was living the life of a wealthy city lady that she had always dreamed of.

She was also happy not to have to go to work.

Ji Weiqing looked a little unnatural: "I was inconsiderate before, I'm sorry." After being scolded, he realized that there can't always be inequality between husband and wife.

"So now this means... the agreement is void?"

Ji Weiqing turned his head away: "It doesn't count. I will try to be a qualified husband."

Song Shixia drew circles on his chest as he breathed, deliberately provoking him.

"If I go to work, there will be no one to take care of the children at home."

Ji Weiqing grabbed her messy hand,

"The school has suitable positions, and when they go to primary school, you can do what you want to do."

Song Shixia understood that she should be given a leisurely job such as a library manager. If there was a place suitable for retirement, the university library was indeed a very leisurely place.

"I'm not in a hurry. Let's talk about it later." She made an appointment with Aunt Feng to sell the leftover vegetables in the yard to the canteen. She had some pocket money every month and was not short of money at the moment, nor did she have any place to spend money.

After Song Shixia finished speaking, she pulled her hand away and touched his chest to unbutton his shirt.

She has no sense of shyness at all. Ever since she started having sex, she has found it very enjoyable. Except for the first time when the experience was not very good, her married life has become more and more harmonious since then.

Ji Weiqing acted like a decent housewife a few times before, and would only take the initiative when provoked. But now, whenever she unbuttoned his clothes, he would sigh helplessly and take back the initiative.

When he was busy, Song Shixia raised her upper body and hooked her arms around his neck for a kiss. She felt that she might be a kissing addict, and she would let him go reluctantly every time she was about to run out of breath.

Ji Weiqing sped up and finished, but she didn't rest for a few minutes and soon came up like a snake and pulled him into oblivion.

When Song Shixia's mind was empty, she wondered whether she should make some medicinal wine for Ji Weiqing to strengthen his body.

It is said that men's physical fitness will decline after the age of 30, while women's physical fitness will decline after the age of 30. Such a good figure cannot be only seen but not eaten in the future, it must be developed sustainably.

When she was too sleepy to open her eyes, she would put her hands on her abdominal muscles and touch them. Ji Weiqing took them off several times but it was no use. She would still put them back in a daze. In the end, he had no choice but to let her do what she wanted. He didn't know what this habit of hers was.

My mother-in-law was asked to go back after staying for three more days. My father-in-law didn't want to eat in the cafeteria and waited for my mother-in-law to come back and take care of him.

Song Shixia resumed her cooking days. She hadn't cooked for a long time and was still a little uncomfortable.

When my mother-in-law was around, she would always ask her to help select and serve the vegetables, or she would go to the yard to pick vegetables and ask her to help watch the fire. She was never asked to take charge of three meals a day just because she cooked delicious meals.

For those who have been spoiled by their mother-in-law, when they look at three hungry mouths at home, there is no contrast and no gap.

Song Shixia went downstairs, tying up her hair: "I don't want to cook today, what do you want to eat?"

After she sat on the sofa, Ji Yuan left his brother and ran to her arms, hugging her with his short arms.

"Is Mom sick?"

Song Shixia lamented: "I'm not sick, I just don't want to move."

Ji Yang put down his toys and said, "Grandma said we can eat in the cafeteria. It's hard for adults to cook every day."

Forget it, it’s a bit hot to go to the cafeteria.

Song Shixia thought of the uneaten rice in the refrigerator.

"Let's make fried rice with egg today." The kimchi in the pot should be edible now.

Ji Weiqing came down from the stairs.

"Let me do it."

Song Shixia held Ji Yang's little hand.

"Dad said he would cook for us. Have you ever eaten the food he cooked?"

Ji Yuan glanced at his father secretly: "It's not as delicious as mom's cooking."

"Let Dad cook for us today."

Ji Yuan buried his face in his mother's arms. He didn't want to eat the food his father cooked.

She put Ji Yuan down and said, "I'm going to teach Dad. You have to believe that Dad cooks delicious food."

No wonder they say pillow talk is the most effective. Even the coldest man can be easily persuaded.

She used to say that washing clothes and cooking were the wife’s duties, but now she takes the initiative to cook. She is like two different people.

Song Shixia was very happy. Her mother-in-law was really good at educating her son. Was she marrying Ji Weiqing or her mother-in-law?

When asked to give him guidance, Song Shixia actually leaned against the door and explained the instructions to him.

Ji Weiqing rolled up his sleeves to reveal his thin arms, and his movements of holding the shovel were a little awkward.

"Take two scallions and cut them into scallion flowers. Take two ham sausages and cut them into small pieces. Let's put five eggs for four people. Beat the eggs until there are bubbles on the surface. Use chopsticks to stir the rice. Don't let it stick together."

"Put a little oil in the pan, turn to low heat, pour the egg mixture in after the pan is hot, stir the eggs quickly when they are formed, then pour the rice in and stir-fry over high heat. When it feels almost done, add the ham and salt... stir-fry a few more times, add the chopped green onions, and prepare to turn off the heat and serve."

Ji Yuan whispered: "Brother, I don't want to eat."

Ji Yang imitated the tone of an adult: "If you don't eat, you won't grow taller, and other children will bully you."

Ji Yuan pouted and said, "Dad's cooking tastes like mush, it's not tasty."

"Grandma said that children should not be picky about food. They have to earn money to support us and cook for us. We all promised grandma that we would be sensible children."

Ji Yuan felt aggrieved, he wanted to eat the food his mother cooked.

After a while, the faint aroma of scrambled eggs wafted out from the kitchen.

Ji Yuan's eyes lit up.

“It’s my mother’s cooking!”

Ji Weiqing came out of the kitchen and just heard these words.

He broke the child's fantasy: "I cooked the meal."

The light in Ji Yuan's eyes extinguished visibly.

Ji Weiqing couldn't help but doubt himself, is the food he cooks so unpalatable?

Song Shixia mixed a small dish of kimchi, and she and Ji Weiqing ate it together. The child was not allowed to eat kimchi.

Ji Yuan sat down with a pale face. When the egg fried rice was served on the table, he stretched out his nose to sniff it.

Dad is a liar! This is Mom's cooking.

The golden fried rice has distinct grains, with eggs and chopped ham hanging on each grain. It only uses the simplest seasoning, but it whets one's appetite.

Ji Yang and Ji Yuan both used spoons to eat fried rice. He scooped a large spoonful of egg fried rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

While eating, he mumbled: "It's great."

Song Shixia smiled softly: "Eat slowly and don't choke."

Learn Ji Weiqing's fried rice skills, and rely on him when you feel lazy to cook in the future.

After dinner, Song Shixia cleaned up the dishes and Ji Weiqing stood up to help.

Song Shixia didn't let him touch the dishes: "Let me do it. Normally, I cook and you wash the dishes. If you cook, I wash the dishes. You just need to wipe the table."

Ji Weiqing went to the kitchen to get a rag and washed the pot.

Song Shixia entered the kitchen and saw that the pot had been put back in place, and the chopping board and countertop had been cleaned. She was extremely glad that she had not missed Professor Ji, a man with great room for improvement, in her judgment of people. This man won her heart deeply.

I'm not afraid of straight men, I'm afraid of men who can't be reformed.

The Dragon Boat Festival is less than a week away, and Song Shixia is going to her mother-in-law's house for dinner for the first time. She doesn't know what gift to prepare, so she can only pester Ji Weiqing.

Ji Weiqing was writing a work report when he was attacked from behind.

Song Shixia hugged him from behind with her chin on his shoulder.

"I don't know what to prepare. Don't you care about your family?"

Ji Weiqing said helplessly: "We are not guests, we don't need to bring gifts."

Song Shixia just wanted to know how many years in prison she would receive for murdering her own husband.

"Think about it quickly~" She was almost terribly embarrassed by herself.

"My eldest sister is a high school teacher, and my brother-in-law is a leader in the workplace. They have everything they need. Their children can be given a few extracurricular books. I don't need to worry about my younger sister's high school studies."

Unable to get any useful information from him, she bit him angrily.

There was a tooth mark on Ji Weiqing's face, and he forgot to tell her that he had a meeting in the afternoon.

Song Shixia had no choice but to make some rice dumplings with different flavors.

She soaked the rice dumplings leaves that Aunt Feng gave her in spiritual spring water, and did the same with the glutinous rice.

People in the north eat candied date rice dumplings. In addition to candied date rice dumplings, she plans to make meat rice dumplings, salted egg yolk rice dumplings, and red bean paste rice dumplings.

Making rice dumplings is a big project, so Song Shixia asked Aunt Feng to help.

When Aunt Feng learned that she was going to make rice dumplings, her expression was indescribable.

"You can't waste your meat like this. What would a meat dumpling taste like? Would it taste good?"

Song Shixia didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Wait until I make it and let you taste it, the rice dumpling is not bad."

Aunt Feng just thought it was a waste of meat. No matter how delicious the meat was, it couldn't be wrapped in rice dumplings.

She divided each type of rice dumpling into two boxes, one for her mother-in-law's family and the other for her eldest sister's family.

Before leaving the house, Ji Weiqing looked at herself in the mirror. The teeth marks on her face had almost disappeared, leaving only faint traces.

He went downstairs and saw her and her next-door neighbor making rice dumplings.

Song Shixia was surprised: "You still have to work on Saturday?"

Ji Weiqing slowed down his pace and said, "I have a meeting. I will come back for lunch in the afternoon."

Song Shixia felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look at his face.

The next day she soaked another pot of glutinous rice.

Aunt Feng couldn't understand: "Why do you want to make more dumplings? Isn't such a big bowl of dumplings enough for your mother-in-law and her family?"

Song Shixia was busy with her hands: "Send it to my parents' home. I have to send some holiday gifts to my family after I get married." She was just worried that the rice dumplings would go bad on the way, so she didn't make any rice dumplings and exchanged them for money to send back.

Aunt Feng slapped her forehead and said, "Look at my poor memory. How is your brother's work going?"

Song Shixia said without even raising his head: "It's fine, his job provides food and accommodation, what's wrong with that?"

"By the way, does your brother have a date? There's a girl next door to my nephew's family. She comes from a well-off family and has a respectable job. She wants to find a live-in son-in-law."

Song Shixia shook her head and refused on behalf of her brother.

"My brother doesn't want to be a live-in son-in-law."

"Why? Such good conditions, the girl's parents are both workers, and she has a good job, why don't you ask him?"

Song Shixia explained with a smile: "My mother would not agree. No matter how poor my family is, we will not accept bribes. This is for their reputation."

Aunt Feng was full of regret: "That's hopeless, what a pity."

Song Shixia didn't respond. Her brother had high standards. Even his ex-girlfriend was so outstanding. It was impossible for her to be a live-in son-in-law.

Oh my god, I have been typing in between rushing around all day today. I am finally almost done sitting on the steps of a shopping mall while typing in the cool air.

The food titles are all things I can cook or have eaten. Anyway, I really like eating wow wow.

Lingquan water is not that powerful. It only has a subtle effect on the body and will not cure people instantly. It does have a great effect on some minor ailments, but it is not so powerful that people would suspect it and take it for biopsy. Didn't Professor Ji not believe it?

Watering the vegetables in the garden with diluted spiritual spring water will only make them taste better, but it has no direct effect. (Think of the pesticides used on vegetables, which are diluted many times before being sprayed, so they won’t poison people. It’s the same principle.)

I'll update you when I get home.