Pot Chicken Pancake

Han Rong had a complicated look on her face after hearing this.

"How could you marry Xiao Song? She is very open-minded. Even if she married you, she would never take advantage of you. Look at what you have given her."

"If I hadn't urged you to spend more time with Xiao Song, your wife would have been gone long ago. You just stay in the house writing papers all day long. Do you have so many papers to publish?"

Ji Weiqing not only didn't get an answer, but was also scolded by his mother. But he probably understood what his mother meant, because he had never given her anything after marriage.

"I think it's good that she doesn't want to spend your money. If she gets into an argument with you someday, and you start talking about giving her money and so on, she will feel so wronged."

Ji Weiqing hurriedly defended herself: "I would not quarrel with her, nor would I say such things to her."

Han Rong disagreed: "Men's words are the most unreliable. I'm not targeting you, your father is the same. When the relationship is strong, there is no distinction between you and me. When there are some grievances and minor frictions in the future, she will say that you work to support her, she uses your money to support her family, and she stays at home every day instead of working. What do you want them to do?"

Ji Weiqing hung his head in dejection. In his mother's eyes, he seemed to be completely useless.

"What should I do?"

"Ask Xiao Song if she's willing to work and find her a less stressful job at school. After the summer vacation, Yangyang and Yuanyuan will have to go to kindergarten. You're often on business trips for ten days or half a month. You can't let her stay at home all day. She'll get sick from being bored."

Ji Yang and Ji Yuan missed two months of classes and simply had their summer vacation, and will continue to attend kindergarten in the next semester. The family was particularly lenient with the two children, hoping that they would grow up safely and happily.

Ji Weiqing kept in mind the idea of ​​finding a job for her and would ask her about it in the evening.

Song Shixia went downstairs wearing a skirt. Her mother-in-law's aesthetic taste was at the forefront of fashion, and she even added pleats at the waist. This skirt will not be out of style even after 30 years.

"Mom, does it look good?" His eyes were directed at Ji Weiqing.

Han Rong spared no effort to praise: "Xiao Song is really pretty. You have a good eye for choosing fabrics. The fabrics at home can be used to make a few more beautiful skirts."

Song Shixia quickly explained: "Not all of that cloth is used to make skirts." What would her mother-in-law think of her if she bought so much cloth to make skirts? She probably thought she was a spendthrift.

Unexpectedly, Han Rong said, "It doesn't take much material to make a skirt. Listen to me and make a few more skirts. You young girls should dress up beautifully when you go out. It will make you feel happy when you walk on the street."

She remembered that Xiao Song married into the city from the countryside and might have never seen what lipstick looked like.

Han Rong felt more and more sympathetic towards her daughter-in-law. The young nurses in her unit would draw their eyebrows before going to work, but she had never seen Xiao Song put on lipstick.

So she decided: "It won't take long to make a few skirts. I'll finish them for you and then go back."

Han Rong retired from her job and took a slack position in the company, but she couldn't stay at the third brother's house forever.

After she finishes making the skirt, she has to go home and serve the old man. So when a woman gets married, it is like a second life. No matter how good she is to her husband, she still has to do all the housework alone. It is women who give birth to children and take care of them. Why should women be willing to work hard and never complain?

While Song Shixia was away, she repeatedly warned her unreliable son.

"Since you are married, you should help out at home whenever you can. Don't just sit there and let others serve you like a big boss. The chair is not inlaid with gold. If you are not good at expressing yourself, then prove it with your actions and let Xiao Song know that she can rely on you."

The third son has no other advantages except being well-educated and handsome. He is also busy with work and is often on business trips, leaving the family to be supported by the women.

She was an experienced person and knew how hard it was for a woman to raise a child alone. Military marriages were protected by law, and the third brother's marriage could only depend on him being nice to his wife and being more considerate of Xiao Song, so that Xiao Song could not find any fault with him. She would be thankful.

Song Shixia took out all the cloth she had bought.

"I originally thought that buying these cloths would allow me to go to the city less often." So it is indeed used to make clothes, but not all of them are made into skirts at once, after all, there are summer, autumn and winter.

Han Rong was happy: "What's wrong with going to the city? Wait until the Dragon Boat Festival when you two bring your children home, and then I'll introduce you to someone. The third child has an older sister who teaches in high school, and a younger sister who is also in high school. I'll take you to meet someone."

Song Shixia guessed that they were going to sweep the grave of the two children's biological father.

Thinking of my own family of four siblings, Ji Weiqing's family also has four siblings. In the past few years, it seemed that they were very fertile, and every family had several children.

But now family planning is implemented, she doesn't have to have children if she doesn't want to, anyway she already has two cute sons. If she really wants to have a child, she hopes to have a sweet and soft little girl, let her wear a beautiful little skirt and become the prettiest child in the kindergarten.

Song Shixia and Ji Weiqing did not eat at home, as Ji Weiqing's teacher wanted to treat them.

Song Shixia specially put on the floral dress that her mother-in-law made for her.

She turned around in front of Ji Weiqing.

“Does it look good?”

"nice."

Song Shixia muttered quietly: "You just took a look, what a perfunctory answer. I'll punish you by making you write a 500-word essay as a reward."

"Okay." Ji Weiqing said.

Um?!!

She was just joking, but he really agreed?

If Professor Ji could write a short essay praising her, could she find a frame to frame it?

But I feel like something is wrong. When did he become so easy to talk to?

I remember that he was so cold when we first went on a blind date. It was only because of his deceptive looks and the aura of a university teacher and a high-level intellectual that he gained extra points.

Song Shixia confirmed again: "Do you really agree to write a short essay?"

“500 words is fine.”

Song Shixia couldn't stop smiling. This man was usually dull and boring, flirting without realizing it.

Walking in the campus, Ji Weiqing was holding the medicinal wine and tea leaves for the teacher. Song Shixia had her black hair loose, wearing a light blue floral dress, and her smooth and thick hair swayed with her movements, making her look lively and vivid.

Song Shixia walked backwards beside him: "Will your teacher be very strict?"

"Don't worry, the teacher is not vicious."

Song Shixia thought about how he had complained like a primary school student last time, saying that the teacher had snatched his buns and also stole his tea and fruit wine. He must be a mischievous little old man.

The road behind Song Shixia was uneven and she almost tripped, but fortunately Ji Weiqing reacted in time and pulled her back.

"Watch the road."

She stuck out her tongue and followed Ji Weiqing obediently like a student being scolded.

When she saw Ji Weiqing's teacher, she just wanted to ask him if this was not fierce? !

Ji Weiqing said that the teacher was not fierce. She imagined him to be a kind and gentle old man. However, the teacher in front of her with a stern face and a fierce look frightened her.

Song Shixia smiled appropriately: "Hello, teacher. This is my first visit and I brought you a small gift."

This teacher gave her the feeling of a particularly strict dean when she was a student. When she saw students running and making noise in the corridor, she would turn livid and criticize and reprimand them.

The dean glanced at the things in their hands and curled his lips. Why did they bring so many things? It wasn't the first time they came to eat.

Song Shixia's heart ached. Could it be that they were not satisfied with the things they brought?

Is this...really getting along well?

Ji Weiqing also greeted the teacher with an expressionless poker face, and neither the master nor the apprentice knew who learned this from whom.

"The wine was brewed by Xia Xia herself, and it contains a lot of precious medicinal herbs. The tea was Pu'er tea that her brother bought through his connections. If you don't want it, we can take it back."

When the dean heard that the wine was medicinal wine and the tea was Pu'er, his face changed immediately.

"Medicinal wine is good, but why do you bring anything with you when you come to dinner? You are being so polite to me!"

Song Shixia breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as you like it."

The dean couldn't wait to take the bag from Ji Weiqing.

"I like it, Comrade Xiao Song is really thoughtful."

Medicinal wine bottles are empty bottles used for soaking wine. In the Song Dynasty, these waste materials were recycled and used to store medicinal wine.

The dean held the medicinal wine in his hands and couldn't let it go.

He saw the wine at first sight, but didn't react much because his family was strict. The old woman had drawn a line on the wine bottle, so if he took a sip secretly he would be discovered. When he was craving for wine, he could only secretly dip his chopsticks in the wine to satisfy his craving.

But there is no problem with medicinal liquor, he can drink it openly. After all, medicinal liquor is something that strengthens the body, how can it be harmful to health!

The tea leaves are the more common Pu'er tea that Song Shixia picked out from the space.

She had inquired about the popular tea varieties on the market, such as Pu'er, Dahongpao, Longjing, Tieguanyin, Biluochun, etc. Most teas can be bought as long as you have connections and money. She was very glad that she could finally use the tea that she had been drinking for who knows how many lifetimes to get out of the market.

Her tea is better than the good tea you can buy on the market. But it's not a big problem, there are good and bad teas, and good tea is better than other teas in every aspect.

She knows the effect of tea. Ordinary tea trees are irrigated with less spiritual spring water, which only has the effect of refreshing and helping sleep. It is more suitable for people who like to work overtime all night. Ordinary people can afford this tea.

The more expensive the tea, the more it can calm the mind, refresh the spirit, and focus attention. This kind of tea is more suitable for those who are under high mental tension for a long time, and they will have a cup when they need to relax.

Now that I think about it, it seems that refreshing tea is also suitable for college entrance examination candidates, but this tea is limited in purchase, and even big shots have to make reservations in advance. The price is also very expensive, more than 100,000 yuan per pot.

Ji Weiqing entered the teacher's house as if it were his own home, and pulled Song Shixia to sit on the sofa.

"Where is the teacher's wife?"

The dean hugged the wine bottle and kissed it, then hugged the tea jar and kissed it again, hugging them left and right.

"You have tea and wine. You are indeed my favorite student."

He almost missed the tea just now.

Song Shixia now believes that Ji Weiqing's teacher only looks intimidating.

"Your teacher's wife? She went out to buy a chicken. She said she would make you a local specialty, hot pot chicken, and also make some pancakes for Comrade Xiao Song to try."

Song Shixia sat upright on the sofa: "I have never eaten hot pot chicken before, I will have a feast today."

The dean brought a kettle of water.

"Then I must eat more today. Your master's wife was a good cook when she was young, but now she sends me to the cafeteria every day and I hardly cook at home."

Song Shixia smiled and didn't respond. Ji Weiqing had been eating at home recently, and washing the pots and dishes was his job.

Ji Weiqing probably wanted to explain to Song Shixia,

"That's because you don't eat on time. Every time the teacher's wife waits for you, the food gets cold. Only the teacher's wife can tolerate you."

"How dare you teach me? We are both the same."

While speaking, the dean brewed the tea that Song Shixia brought.

He held the cup and took a deep sip: "Good tea, this tea is good, the color and aroma show that it is the best Pu'er."

"You two are drinking too. We are family so I won't treat you."

The dean held the cup and enjoyed it alone. It turned out that he liked tea more than wine. Unfortunately, good tea was expensive and his salary could not afford it.

Song Shixia secretly looked at Ji Weiqing and was caught by him.

"Would you like to go to the teacher's study?"

The dean waved his hand and said, "Take Comrade Xiao Song for a walk around the house."

"You have a really good relationship with the teacher." Song Shixia could see that the teacher treated Ji Weiqing like his own family.

Otherwise, Ji Weiqing sometimes speaks so bluntly that it is hard not to be held against him.

"My teacher treated me like his own son. When I was a graduate student, he often invited me to his home for dinner."

As they were talking, Song Shixia saw a black-and-white photo on the bookshelf. The photo had turned a little yellow, and it could be seen that the young man in the photo was Ji Weiqing.

Ji Weiqing was really naive at that time.

Song Shixia came closer to observe: "We don't have any photos of you at home."

"I don't really like taking photos, but when I was a kid, my mom would organize a family photo shoot every year on my birthday."

Song Shixia was full of longing: "That must be a very beautiful memory. Mom was a romantic girl when she was young."

Ji Weiqing thought of her childhood: "Well, her ideas were always wild. Even as a mother of three children, she would still feel sad about being deceived."

Song Shixia deeply understood that her mother-in-law took good care of her as a daughter-in-law, whether it was letting her take the children out to play and do less housework, or making beautiful dresses for her so that she could go shopping more often. She was a very kind and romantic woman.

We had the hot pot chicken for lunch on the stove, but it was impossible to do so even if we had a very low stove.

First, stew the chicken in the kitchen's clay stove, then scoop the cooked chicken into an iron pot and place it on the stove to heat it slowly over low heat.

Dip your hands in water and place the dough against the edge of the pot to flatten it into a thin layer. Pour the soup on top, cover the pot, and wait until the dough is cooked through before you can start eating.

The pancakes sticking to the edge of the pan were crispy, fragrant and soft, while the other side was soft and juicy. Song Shixia ate several pancakes in a row.

The old lady put several pieces of chicken into Song Shixia's bowl.

"Why don't you eat meat, girl? You are so skinny, you need to eat more meat."

Song Shixia didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Master's wife, your cake is delicious. I can eat chicken anytime I want, but I can only eat cakes when I come to your house."

"What's the big deal? Next time if you want to eat it, come over and I'll make it for you."

"I'm so sorry. We came to visit you and you prepared such a sumptuous meal. Next time you must come to my house to taste my cooking skills."

The dean gnawed on a chicken leg and nodded: "Comrade Xiao Song is an amazing bun maker. You can learn from her and make some buns for home. Then you don't have to get up in the middle of the night to make them for me."

"Then I must try Xiao Song's cooking. If you like it, I'll go to the cafeteria tomorrow morning and buy you a few."

The dean is stubborn in his own way: "That's different. You'll know once you've tasted Xiao Song's cooking skills."

Song Shixia quietly passed the chicken in her bowl to Ji Weiqing.

Ji Weiqing looked at her in surprise.

Song Shixia burped before he could finish his words, and Ji Weiqing understood.

There was a sound of the door opening.

"Hey, what are we having for dinner today?"

The person who came in was a little girl with a clear voice, probably in junior high school age.

"Hey, Brother Weiqing is here!"

The old lady stood up quickly: "Why did you come here today? Have you eaten?"

The little girl glanced at Song Shixia.

"I could smell someone eating meat from a distance away. I was wondering what festival it was today, but it turned out they had guests."

The dean called her, "Fei Fei, why don't you call someone? This is your brother Wei Qing's wife."

Yang Feifei's face was full of disbelief.

"When did Brother Weiqing get married?!"

Ji Weiqing stood up and said, "Your sister-in-law and I got the marriage certificate first, so we didn't have a wedding banquet."

Yang Feifei still couldn't believe it. What kind of woman could be worthy of such a powerful man like Wei Qingge?

She looked at the woman in the skirt.

Well, she is pretty, but being pretty can’t make a living.

Yang Feifei greeted reluctantly.

"Hello, sister-in-law."

Song Shixia stood up and said, "Hello Feifei, this is my first time visiting your house and I didn't know you would come back, so I didn't bring you a gift."

The dean asked everyone to sit down and eat.

"No matter what gift you bring, she will come to visit you for no reason."

Yang Feifei curled her lips: "Grandpa, you just miss me so much, and I miss you too."

The old lady just came out of the kitchen with dishes in her hands.

"Oh, I only miss grandpa and not grandma."

Yang Feifei said to the old lady coquettishly: "Of course I do. I miss the food my grandma cooks the most."

"Your mother's cooking skills are really not good. It's really unfair for you to live with her."

"Grandma, how can you say that about your own daughter? Besides, doesn't my dad cook for me?"

The old lady smiled and said, "You can't let your father cook at home every day. Men are out there making achievements, and women are supposed to stay at home and take care of the family."

Yang Feifei was dissatisfied, but she didn't dare to talk back to her grandmother.

She murmured quietly, "Isn't it enough if my parents are happy?"

The old lady didn't hear clearly. The dean glanced at his granddaughter and continued to gnaw on the chicken leg.

After dinner, Yang Feifei went to the bedroom where her mother used to live to take a nap, and pulled Song Shixia in.

She stared at Song Shixia without blinking.

"Is there something on my face?"

"No, I just saw how beautiful you are. You don't have any makeup on, do you?"

Song Shixia thought this little girl was really precocious.

She smiled and said, "Yes, I put on makeup. Can't you see it?"

Yang Feifei snorted.

"You're teasing a kid. I'm 15 years old, how can I not tell whether you're wearing makeup or not?"

"Aren't you just a kid? How old are you this year? How are your grades?"

"Are you asking nonsense? I already said I'm 15 years old, in the second grade of junior high school, in the city's No. 2 Middle School. Have you heard of it?"

Song Shixia shook her head and said with regret: "I haven't heard of her. My hometown is in the countryside." She hasn't come into contact with a girl of this age for a long time. It seems that she is Ji Weiqing's little fan girl, so she has to tease her.

Yang Feifei found it unbelievable.

"What? You're a country bumpkin! Then how can you marry Brother Weiqing?"

Song Shixia said innocently: "My family lives in the countryside, my parents are farmers, I stopped studying after junior high school, I know I am not worthy of him, but as long as we truly love each other we can overcome all difficulties."

"You didn't even get into high school! Oh my God, was Brother Weiqing bewitched by your beauty? I can't believe he is such a person." She was too corny. What kind of true love was this? Was it something a child like her could listen to?

Song Shixia touched his face.

"That's normal, don't you like good-looking boys?"

Yang Feifei blushed and defended herself: "I'm not as superficial as you. If I like someone, I'll like the best in the class!"

Oh my, the little girl is in trouble.

"Who is the top student in your class?"

Yang Feifei held her head high and said proudly: "You wouldn't know even if I told you, the top student in our class is really amazing, he will definitely be admitted to Yenching University in the future."

"She's really amazing. Maybe she can become my husband's student in the future."

Yang Feifei covered her ears and said, "Stop talking. You are too shameless."

Song Shixia teased her: "What's the big deal? If you grew up in the village, you would have heard more straightforward words than this."

Yang Feifei racked her brains but couldn't understand why Brother Weiqing married a country girl.

She was unconvinced: "Did you save my brother's life?"

Song Shixia: "No, we just met through a normal blind date and got married and registered in less than a week."

Yang Feifei felt extremely upset. Wei Qingge really disappointed her. How could he be the kind of person who could be seduced by beauty?

Song Shixia deliberately lied to her: "What's wrong with you? Could it be that someone likes him?"

Yang Feifei said unhappily, "There are so many. Their families are better than yours, their education is better than yours, but they are not as pretty as you."

Song Shixia immediately became interested: "Who are they? Tell me in detail."

Yang Feifei was puzzled: "Why are you asking about this? I'm afraid you will feel inferior after hearing it."

Song Shixia acted like a country girl who had never seen the world: "Why do you feel inferior? So many people have liked my husband, shouldn't I be happy?"

Yang Feifei's expression was as if she had swallowed a fly alive.

"It's terrible to be uneducated. Sister Yaru's father is a diplomat, Sister Ping is a talented Chinese major at Yenching University, Sister Liu Meng is a translator, and there are many people who have a crush on my brother. I really don't understand why he chose you."

Wow, Ji Weiqing can actually attract so many outstanding young ladies, all of whom are highly intellectuals. Unfortunately, what they don’t know is that Ji Weiqing doesn’t like romance.

"Now that you mention it, I do think he's going a bit too far."

Yang Feifei looked at her as if she were a fool.

"Are you okay? You just said you two really loved each other, and now you regret it?"

Ji Weiqing knocked on the door, interrupting Song Shixia before she could finish her words.

"I'm going home."

“Here we come!”

Song Shixia smiled and said, "I'm back home with your brother. I was just teasing you. Don't take it seriously."

Yang Feifei realized that she was being played and jumped up in anger.

"How can there be such a disgusting person!"

Song Shixia and Ji Weiqing went out side by side.

Ji Weiqing suddenly said, "Don't take Feifei's words to heart. She doesn't understand anything."

"Do you have anything else to say? She's just a child, she made a mistake, so just let it go, right?"

Ji Weiqing retorted: "No, even if a child makes a mistake, he should be punished."

Okay, since he has made his position clear, I won't bother with him.

Song Shixia was a little curious: "Tell me about your previous blind date."

Ji Weiqing stopped and looked at her. Just when Song Shixia thought he was going to say the classic quotes "You are the only one in my heart" and "They are all passers-by"...

Ji Weiqing frowned.

“I don’t remember.”

Tsk, she thought he was planning something big.

Ji Weiqing said again: "You don't have to care about what Feifei said, she is still young."

Song Shixia blurted out: "She is telling the truth. I am indeed an uneducated country girl, am I not?"

I'm late. Please read my copy of the tweet in the comments section. It's really my best friend's tweet. It's not a paid tweet. It's the first time for both of us to write a book in Jinjiang. Because I was too nervous, I forgot to add the title of the book when I tweeted to her. Those who like campus stories can go and have a look.