Sichuan Pickles

"I'll call her up and ask." Ji Weiqing said as he was about to stand up, but Song Shixia quickly put her arms around his neck to stop him.

"No, it would be so awkward if you asked her directly. Girls are shy to begin with."

Ji Weiqing stared at her with his deep eyes.

"Is your sister arrogant?" This was all Song Shixia could think of.

He gently pinched her soft neck: "Yanran is also your sister. She is very naive and a little too kind."

Song Shixia felt itchy and rubbed herself against his arms: "It's cute, isn't it?"

Noticing his reaction, Song Shixia pretended not to notice the change and bit his chin.

Ji Weiqing wanted to put the person down, but she held him tightly like an octopus.

He held her waist helplessly: "This is the study."

Song Shixia kissed him on the mouth and stared at him with burning eyes.

"Study, don't you want to try it?"

Ji Weiqing lowered his head and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.

Just when Song Shixia thought he agreed, Ji Weiqing hugged her and stood up.

"Hold on tight, don't fall."

Song Shixia was so scared that she hugged his waist and screamed, "You're too much! I won't pay attention to you. You don't agree with me and you still want to scare me."

Ji Weiqing smiled silently.

"I'm just locking the door."

She immediately buried her head in his arms and asked, "Can't you just finish what you want to say in one go?"

As the door lock turned, a lingering kiss fell on the ear, and Song Shixia smiled with itchiness. His slightly cold lips and teeth pried open her lips, licked them gently, and bit them slowly, exploring every corner. Her slender white hands wrapped around his neck, and she responded to him without leaving any room for retreat.

The study was a mess, things on the table were pushed aside, the sofa and curtains were in disarray, and the room looked as if it had been ransacked.

Song Shixia slipped back to her room and took a shower. If she didn't have any precautions, she would have to clean up carefully. She had read reports before that sometimes there was a chance of pregnancy even without going in, and it was an ectopic pregnancy, so she had to take precautions.

Ji Weiqing stayed in the study to clean up the battlefield. He opened almost all the windows. The sofa and desk were the main targets for cleaning. There were no traces on the ground near the window. He always felt guilty when doing this.

Before going to bed at night, Song Shixia kicked off her quilt and squeezed into his bed.

"Do you feel unwell?"

Ji Weiqing couldn't see her expression in the darkness.

His eyes were as gentle as water, and his voice was also smiling: "No, what's wrong?"

Song Shixia discussed with him seriously: "Don't they say that men will become physically exhausted as they get older? You will be thirty next year. If you feel unwell, remember to tell me in advance." It is said that men will go downhill when they reach the age of thirty, so he must be well nourished by then. At present, his physical fitness seems to be fine, and she is very satisfied.

Ji Weiqing's smile froze and his brows furrowed: "For a man, it seems that you doubt his dignity."

Song Shixia played with his buttons: "I am discussing this with you seriously. We are husband and wife, so what is there to be embarrassed about?"

Ji Weiqing was sometimes curious about how she could speak such fierce words in a calm tone, as if she wasn't shy at all.

He grabbed her restless hand and said, "Don't worry about it. Go to sleep."

Song Shixia leaned her head on his arms and gradually fell asleep. In her sleep, she unknowingly put her hand into his clothes.

Ji Ran came to the door carrying two large boxes. Song Shixia was making kimchi with Aunt Feng.

It’s not northern pickled vegetables, it’s Sichuan style kimchi.

Although many people later called spicy cabbage kimchi, the authentic one is still the Sichuan-style kimchi from S Province.

To say the difference between the two, spicy cabbage does not need water, it can be directly pickled with salt, similar to pickled vegetables; kimchi is mainly pickled and needs to be sealed for a while.

Aunt Feng's family sent a lot of cowpeas, but they couldn't finish them, so she invited Song Shixia to make kimchi with her.

Song Shixia also had this plan. The kimchi jar at home had been empty for a long time, so she bought another jar to make pickled pepper chicken feet and snacks.

Aunt Feng enviously said, "You've prepared all the ingredients, why don't you buy some carrots?"

"Is this complete? It only has cucumber and Chinese cabbage. The pickled pear feet are delicious. I am tired of radishes and don't want to see them on the table for the time being."

The last jar should be the kimchi prepared by my mother-in-law. It was full of radishes and I finished it in fits and starts.

Aunt Feng shook her head: "You are willing to eat it. I am reluctant to soak the meat, and I don't think I can soak it well." The children in her family are all greedy cats. If they find out, they will steal and eat it in a day.

Song Shixia cut off the chicken's nails: "The claws are worthless, and people think they are hard to sell."

"How can I compare with you, who eats meat every day?"

The two talked about interesting things in their hometown and mentioned her former junior high school classmates.

Song Shixia commented with disdain: "I feel uncomfortable talking to this kind of person. If he has the ability, he should not spend other people's money to go to school. It's just that his true colors are exposed after he became a teacher. He should be glad that he chose a good career to clear his name."

Aunt Feng was so angry that her teeth itched: "This kind of heartless person will definitely not have a good death in the future."

Song Shixia realized later that Aunt Feng and Professor Xie's experiences were similar to Wu Tianlei's, but after Professor Xie resumed his position, he brought Aunt Feng back to the city. He did not dislike Aunt Feng and did not mistreat her. Xiaoyu was the child born after they returned to the city.

"Calm down, don't let your anger ruin your health. That kind of person is just an isolated case, and studying is his ticket to immortality."

Ji Ran came in from outside: "Hey, are you talking about studying?"

Song Shixia stood up and greeted her warmly: "Big sister is here, come and sit down, we are chatting about gossip."

"I heard you talking about studying when I came in through the door, so I struck while the iron was hot and sent you the textbooks."

Song Shixia hurried to wash her hands, leaving Aunt Feng and Ji Ran alone in the yard.

"Is Xiao Song going to school?"

Ji Ran smiled and nodded: "Yes, she asked me for a few books and said she wanted to study at home, so I sent them to her."

Aunt Feng said goodbye with a smile: "You guys chat first, I'll go home and see if the meal is ready."

After washing her hands, Song Shixia came out and found that Aunt Feng was gone. She probably went home to check the porridge in the pot.

Ji Ran entered the living room and put down his bag: "This is a high school textbook. If you can't understand it... Well, why should I worry about it? You have a professor at home, so why should I worry about it?"

Song Shixia flipped through the textbook, feeling very satisfied. Very good, not very difficult, I still have some impression of it in my mind.

"Thank you, big sister. Please come and visit me."

Ji Ran smiled and said, "What's the trouble? We are a family and you are so polite. These are the clothes I brought for you. Try them on."

Song Shixia was surprised: "Why are you giving me clothes? Is it school uniform?"

Ji Ran smiled: "Open it and take a look."

Song Shixia opened it and saw a cream-white coat, the most basic design, which would still be popular thirty years later.

She hesitated a little: "This coat is not cheap, right?" The problem was why did her elder sister suddenly give her a gift? Ji Yanran just gave her an expensive pen a while ago.

"The wool coat my classmate brought back from abroad is not expensive in G City. It is only expensive here because there are few styles."

No wonder the design looks so good, it turns out to be a wool coat. This gift is really expensive.

She liked it very much, but was too embarrassed to accept it: "Big sister, you can keep this dress for yourself."

Ji Ran sat there and waved his hands: "This color suits you. It makes me look yellow and bad when I wear it. You have fair skin, and I thought it suits you the first time I saw it."

"There's also a black one for A-Qing. It doesn't look good on your brother-in-law because he's short and A-Qing is tall."

Song Shixia opened another box and found a coat that was exactly the same style as this one, so they could be worn as a couple's outfit.

"These two sets must be very expensive. I'll give you the money." She liked the clothes very much and didn't want to take advantage of them.

"If I told you to accept it, don't be polite to me. If it weren't for you, those two brats in my family would still dare to challenge me. They have been much more obedient since they came back from your house. Their class teacher hasn't invited me to the school for a talk for two months."

Song Shixia suppressed a smile and said, "They are indeed obedient. As long as we remind them of Yang Wei's deeds frequently, they will know how to be afraid."

"That's right. Whenever my mother-in-law turns on the stove for them, they run faster than rabbits."

Oh my god, I almost forgot.