Scorpion Hot Pot

Ji Weiqing closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. Song Shixia didn't get to take a break during the holiday, and he didn't want him to relax either.

She sat on Professor Ji's lap, put her arm around his neck and kissed his cheek threateningly, threatening to give him a smear on the face if he still didn't agree.

"Just agree to it, otherwise I'll stamp your face and you won't be able to go out." Song Shixia deliberately rubbed against him.

He thought that blindness would lead to better fortune, but he discovered that body contact became more sensitive with eyes closed, so Ji Weiqing was forced to open his eyes.

He sighed helplessly.

"Untie it, I agree."

Song Shixia kissed him on the cheek and looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"Really? Say it again."

There were beads of sweat on Ji Weiqing's forehead, and it was obvious that he had reached the limit of his endurance.

"Well, I'll give you a day off."

Song Shixia happily freed himself from the restraints, and the next second their positions were completely reversed.

The culprit used to bind his hands was casually placed on the back of the chair, and the ambiguous crimson lace vest made his eyes red.

Song Shixia used the beauty trap without any props. She just had a sudden whim and was worried that he would resist, so she coaxed him to cooperate with her. The naive Professor Ji agreed without any doubt.

She was almost knocked down and could only hold on to the edge of the desk to steady herself. Song Shixia regretted that she had gone too far. At least she shouldn't have tied him up with her clothes. She could have used his belt as a prop.

The sweater was empty inside, and without her underwear, she felt dizzy from the shaking of herself, and the man behind her was deliberately kneading her.

It was finally over. Just when she thought she was finally free and breathed a sigh of relief, she was hugged again and sat on his lap, tightly pressed against him.

Their clothes were wrinkled into a ball, and Professor Ji buried his head in her collarbone, sucking and biting.

Song Shixia felt like he was back to the first time he went to the horse farm to ride a horse. The tall and docile horse would be bumpy and unsteady when it started running, and even with the guidance of a professional, he was still scared. After riding for a while, his waist and thighs were sore.

She kissed him in revenge, her soft tongue prying open his lips, mumbling something.

"You can't let me taste it alone."

Ji Weiqing kissed her back, his deep, hoarse voice carrying a smile,

"I'll help you taste it next time."

The study was a mess, with things on the table tossed all over the place. Song Shixia was leaning in his arms.

"I want to take a shower, please take me there quickly." The incident happened suddenly and I didn't take any measures. I was very worried.

Professor Ji rubbed her overused waist and asked, "Do you want to have a child?"

Song Shixia replied lazily: "We already have two children, there is no need to have more."

Professor Ji kissed her forehead and said, "Your parents definitely hope that you can give birth to your own child."

"The kids call me mom, they are my own kids. You don't have to worry about what my parents think, they are just worried that I won't be able to get along well with them. After I finish the college entrance exam, I will take them over to play, and then I won't have to worry about these things."

She could understand her parents' painstaking efforts, but she had no intention of having a child for the time being. She had finally managed to muster up a bit of fighting spirit, but if she got pregnant and had a child, she would probably want to lie down again.

The heating was turned on in mid-November, but it was a bit unstable, and the temperature in the house was fluctuating.

After taking a shower, Song Shixia shivered and crawled into bed. She thought about buying a fire stove that could also be used to heat water.

The phone at home rang, and Ji Yuan, wearing his favorite tiger-head hat, lay on the edge of the bed and called for his mother.

"Mom, my uncle called."

Song Shixia finally warmed up the bed and had to go downstairs to answer the phone.

"What's the matter? It's so cold, did you know your sister is shivering in her quilt?"

Song Qiusheng lowered his voice like a thief: "How come there are still US dollars in the passbook you gave me?"

"Ah? Dollars? He must have taken the wrong passbook. If you are not in a hurry, don't use it yet. Bring me the passbook when the time comes and I'll give you mine."

"I haven't used it yet. I just happened to have some time to check how much money there was in it, and I was shocked to find that there were foreign currencies."

Song Shixia explained with a smile: "Our two passbooks were placed together, and he probably took it without noticing."

After finishing the call, she continued to hide in her bed and even tricked Ji Yuan into coming in to tell him a story. The child was hot-tempered, and the little guy in the bed was like a warm stove.

When Professor Ji returned to the room, she pretended to be angry.

"Why did you take your passbook?"

Professor Ji's expression remained unchanged: "We don't need to divide our money so clearly."

"It's not necessary to divide it so clearly, but this is my investment in my brother's business. If you lose money, it's your money that will be lost."

Ji Weiqing took off Ji Yang's clothes and shoes: "It's not serious, I can still survive."

Song Shixia didn't know what to say to him: "I'll ask my brother to send it back. Don't take out the foreign exchange in your passbook. Foreign exchange is very valuable."

It’s cold in winter, so the two kids have to sleep with their parents from time to time, and even sleep between their parents, next to their mother.

Professor Ji's plan to spend money on his wife failed again.

The next day, Song Shixia asked Aunt Feng to help her contact someone to see if she could buy a fire stove, a big one with a writing space on it.

"Your living room is big, and it's nice to have that stove there, but what are you cooking on?"

"Smokeless coal should be okay, right? I have two children at home and they are not comfortable with using smoky coal."

Aunt Feng had strong interpersonal connections, and within a week she asked someone to help her buy a stove and smokeless coal.

This time, it was again Teacher Zhao’s relatives who came on tricycles to help deliver the items.

"You bought such a big stove, can it fit in the living room?"

"It can fit. I have two kids at home, and it's good for them to do their homework on it."

Song Shixia cleared space in advance and placed the stove in the middle of the living room. There was room for several chairs around it, so even her mother-in-law and her family could sit down.

There was space for roasting sweet potatoes on the side of the stove, so she took out a few large sweet potatoes and put them in.

The little guys were coming home from school and could smell the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes from a distance. They looked at each other and immediately ran away, leaving their father behind.

They have formed a conditioned reflex. Whenever they smell something delicious on the way home, it must be their mother making something delicious.

Xie Kang next door was extremely jealous.

"Sister, I want to eat baked sweet potatoes, too."

Xie Huan licked her lips and said, "I'll go to the cafeteria to ask Mom for two sweet potatoes. Let's go to Sister Xiao Xia's house and ask her to help roast them."

Xie Kang took the initiative to pull his brother and said, "I will take my brother home. Sister, please go quickly and come back soon."

Xie Yun came over with some roasted sweet potatoes, and Song Shixia quickly asked her to bring her brothers along.

"Come over and do your homework. Your house must not be warm. I have a stove. You can go back and eat after your mother comes home."

There was no one at the Xie family during the day, so Aunt Feng only lit the fire when she got home. The heating in the house had a common problem: it was not warm enough.

Xie Huan went home and called her brother without hesitation.

Song Shixia roasted sweet potatoes for them and made a bowl of maltose for each of them.

"Just do your homework. If you don't understand something, ask me. Don't copy."

Xie Kang's little action was discovered and he hung his head in embarrassment.

The kids in kindergarten don't have homework. They usually just learn pinyin, trace Chinese characters and write numbers. Song Shixia lets them sit on the sofa and read comic books.

Song Shixia was cutting paper blocks at the dining table. She wanted to make pinyin Chinese character practice cards for her children. She remembered that this thing was very popular before the rise of mobile phones.

She doesn't expect to make money from this, but just wants to provide the young ones at home with more entertainment, educate them and make them have fun.

But we can tell Song Qiusheng to find a factory to cooperate with and make some money. This kind of thing that is not technically difficult can be easily imitated if it is sold in large quantities, and it is okay to make some pocket money.

The three-day holiday ended without doing anything, and Song Shixia returned to the hard days of doing exercises every day.

Fortunately, the results came out on Monday.

By the time she found out the results, her mother-in-law and the rest of her family already knew that she had scored 650 points.

She felt disappointed for a moment when she heard her results. The full score was 710, but she only scored 650.

Before Song Shixia could get over the feeling of loss, she received a call from Teacher Meng with the good news.

"You are the top student in science. It turns out that Song is a hidden talent!"

It's no wonder that Teacher Meng was surprised. Song Shixia was usually low-key and modest at school. Teacher Meng knew that she had someone tutoring at home, but he never thought that Song Shixia's level could be so impressive.

Song Shixia wanted to explain that she lost 60 points because of a performance error. Then she thought that 650 was already a high score, and she had to know where she lost points.

Teacher Meng finally remembered the point of the call: "You mean you lost points? I was just about to tell you about this. I always thought you didn't have to worry about your Chinese grades, but in my class you actually wrote an essay off topic. I'm so sad."

The subject that can quickly improve your scores is definitely Chinese, which only requires rote memorization and has no threshold.

She was worried about Song Shixia's foreign language and chemistry grades, but she never expected that Song Shixia would make a mistake in his composition.

Song Shixia racked his brains but couldn't figure out why his composition went off topic.

"Your essay is a bit like an official document. The teacher who graded it thought you were trying to curry favor with the teacher, so he gave you an off-topic grade."

Is this okay? Isn't that just the normal format of an argumentative essay? How did it become an official document?

"Teacher, can I see the composition of the top-ranked student in Chinese?"

"Of course, I'll copy a copy for you and ask Teacher Ji to take it back for you so you can see how others write their essays."

Song Shixia never thought that one day she would get a perfect score on her composition, she herself couldn't believe it.

After winning the first prize, she finally understood where she went wrong. Others' essays were ordinary narratives that moved people with emotions, but she wrote an argumentative essay.

When she mentioned great people, she was probably praising and glorifying them in various ways. This was a technique her Chinese teacher taught her. Who would have thought that in a different era it would be considered deliberate flattery? How unfair.

Although there is indeed some flattering element in what she said, it is also true and supported by concrete deeds, without any fabrication. She even thinks that what her classmate wrote is like a poorly written essay.

It was okay to lose points, but it was really unexpected that she could get the first place in the whole school. She could only dream of being in the top ten in the school at most. After all, there are always people better than her, so she didn't dare to be arrogant.

Song Shixia happily held the report card and waited for Ji Weiqing to come home from get off work.

Her study load can be reduced. She will lose the least points in mathematics, physics and chemistry, while the most points will be lost in Chinese and politics. For subjective questions like this, points will be lost if the answer does not conform to the teacher's ideas. It all depends on luck.

Before Ji Weiqing came home, she waited for her mother-in-law to come to her house carrying a lot of bags.

"Mom, why are you here?"

Han Rong couldn't stop smiling.

"You got the highest score in the school. I used my connections to buy five kilograms of mutton. Let's have scorpion hotpot at home today."

Song Shixia felt sweet in her heart. She was so lucky to marry into such a family. Her mother-in-law was no different from her own mother.

She helped her mother-in-law carry the food: "Mom, the next time we want to celebrate, let's go home on Saturday or Sunday, otherwise my eldest sister's family and Yanran won't be able to eat."

Han Rong said happily, "Let's celebrate for you at home today, and when Yanran has a day off, we can go to the state-owned hotel to have dinner and celebrate."

Song Shixia was so anxious that she quickly stopped him: "Mom, this is just a midterm exam, there's no need to make it so grand."

"It has to be grand. You got the first place in the school, which shows that you have good academic performance. No one in the whole street scored 600 points. You are the pride of our family!"

She thought that Professor Ji must have scored higher than her.

Han Rong guessed her thoughts.

"Our teacher Ji did not take the college entrance examination. He skipped a grade in elementary school and went to junior high school. After one semester in junior high school, he skipped a grade again and went to college. At that time, many teachers came to give him test papers, but he could do them all. So he didn't even go to high school and went straight to college."

No wonder he is a professor at such a young age and has obtained two doctoral degrees abroad. It turns out that he has been a child prodigy since he was young.

"Your eldest sister didn't take the college entrance exam either. She graduated from a junior college and went to a normal school. She became a teacher after graduation. She used to teach in a junior high school, but was transferred to No. 9 Middle School a few years ago."

Therefore, Song Shixia and Yanran are the only two prospective college students in the Ji family. If they both get admitted to college, it will be very proud to tell others about it.

During the meal, Han Rong mentioned that her husband's old friends wanted to buy tea and medicinal wine. Thinking of another income, Song Shixia did not refuse immediately.

She faced Professor Ji's gaze and said with gritted teeth,

"I'm busy with my studies recently, so I may need to wait. I'll ask my brother to help me find the mysterious tea merchant."

Han Rong expressed her understanding. Although the policy has been relaxed to allow everyone to do business freely, most ordinary people have iron rice bowls and will only sell their treasures if they are really short of money.

Han Rong and her husband speculated that their daughter-in-law might have bought the tea from such a buyer, and that the situation would improve in two years.

Tea and medicinal liquor are not cheap, especially the medicinal ingredients in medicinal liquor are high-end goods.

Song Shixia did not calculate the cost of adding the spiritual spring. For her, there was no need to worry about these things when giving them to relatives and friends, but if she wanted to sell them, she would have to think about how to price them.

Professor Ji pointed at the table and said, "It's priced at the price of two bottles of Moutai. If you think it's too expensive, you can buy tea instead."

Song Shixia turned around in surprise and asked, "Isn't this price a bit too expensive?" He actually said this.

He helped her analyze: "You spent a lot of time and effort to make medicinal wine. The medicinal materials are expensive, but drinking it is no less beneficial to your body than Maotai."

That seems to be the reason. She didn't take into account the time she spent, and she didn't care about it when she was just playing around at home before, but now she must be careful about the price when she wants to sell it.

She made the final decision: "Let's set this price first, and then we'll see if we need to raise it based on the feedback. I think we can raise it several times if we sell it to a wealthy person."

Ji Weiqing was surprised by her reaction just now and thought that she was embarrassed to charge the money, but she didn't expect that she turned into a black-hearted businessman in just a few seconds.

"Take it easy. If you set the price too high, someone might notice you."

"Don't worry, ordinary people won't buy from me. I do business purely based on word of mouth." She even complained that doing business was tiring. If someone bought, she would make wine. If no one bought, she would ignore it.

She would not open her business for three years, and would make enough money for three years after opening it. She never wanted to waste her energy like she did in her previous life.

Ji Weiqing said after careful consideration: "The teacher is also asking about the medicinal wine. I gave him my share before. Can he get some money from me when he sells it to me in the future, as a gift to him?"

Song Shixia waved his hand generously: "Just give it to me, don't charge me. He is your mentor, and I don't mind making money from one person."

"Thank you, Xia Xia. The teacher has severe rheumatism and suffers from long-term insomnia and tinnitus. Only medicinal wine can alleviate the symptoms."

"Tell the old man to drink less alcohol, even if it's medicinal wine, don't drink too much. You should just serve him tea."

"For rheumatism, apply medicinal wine on the outside of the body, and don't drink it. I have a calming tea at home. I made it for you when you stayed up late. Give it to the teacher to try."

Even if adding Lingquan to medicinal wine will not cause harm to the elderly, it would be bad if the elderly were misled into thinking that drinking medicinal wine would not have any effect on the body, so it is better to let the elderly quit drinking.

Her words woke Ji Weiqing up. He always had no reason to stop the teacher from drinking, but this time he finally had a legitimate reason.

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