Spicy Crayfish

Song Shixia was standing outside the door chatting with Aunt Feng, who handed her a bag of small crayfish covered in mud. These were the crayfish her nephew had dug out when he was draining water from the rice fields.

"I don't know how to make this, but I brought it all to you, so I figured you should be able to make it."

Aunt Feng's scalp tingled when she saw Long Luo. The pliers were so fierce that she didn't even dare to reach out.

Song Shixia was very surprised: "This is a good thing. When I make it, come to my house to eat it tonight. Add some side dishes and pour the soup over the noodles. It will taste good."

Aunt Feng agreed immediately: "Okay, I'll bring some noodles to your house tonight and mix them with some soup to see what they taste like."

Song Shixia laughed: "You gave me four pounds of this, I can't finish it by myself, the little guys just need to have a good meal, don't give them too much."

Aunt Feng said cheerfully, "Okay, I'll come over and light a fire for you when it gets cooler in the afternoon."

"I really need your help. With so many shrimps, we need to use a big pot to stir-fry them so that they can all be seasoned."

Song Shixia looked up inadvertently with a smile on her face, and for a moment she thought she was hallucinating.

Aunt Feng saw that she was stunned and turned around, then smiled in an ambiguous manner.

"So it's your Professor Ji who's back. I won't bother you anymore. I'll come over in the evening."

Ji Weiqing was tall and slender, walking towards him with a suitcase in hand. Song Shixia put down the bamboo basket and trotted forward to greet him.

"You're back." She looked up at him with burning eyes.

Ji Weiqing looked at her, reached out to push her messy bangs aside, and his pale eyebrows softened.

"Well, this phase is over and I can stay at home for a long time."

Song Shixia wanted to help him carry the suitcase, but Ji Weiqing dodged him.

"You can't lift it."

She walked happily beside him, in a particularly good mood.

Picking up the bamboo basket at the door, she explained: "These are the lobsters that Aunt Feng sent over. She didn't dare to handle them. You're in for a treat tonight."

Ji Weiqing just looked at her intently, and Song Shixia looked away feeling a little shy.

As soon as he locked the door, he felt a warm touch on his palms. His palms were very dry. Song Shixia looked sideways at him, smiled at him, and held his hand in return.

She poked his palm playfully: "You seem to have lost weight again."

Ji Weiqing said calmly, "The conditions in the mountains are tough, and it's the same for everyone."

Song Shixia was full of pride: "Fortunately I asked you to bring toilet water, there must be a lot of mosquitoes in the mountains."

Ji Weiqing kneaded her palm and said, "You really helped me a lot this time. You are so thoughtful. Thank you."

How could this person speak so seriously and yet not forget to pinch her palm? Is this what is called being stuffy?

When Ji Weiqing returned home, the happiest people were his two little friends.

"dad!"

Ji Yuan ran over with his short legs and hugged his father's thighs tightly.

Ji Yang also dropped his pencil and ran over in a hurry, looking up at his father.

Song Shixia put the bamboo basket into the vegetable sink in the yard and filled it with tap water to soak it to prevent the crayfish from being sunburned to death.

She washed her hands and went into the house. Ji Weiqing was blocked by the little guy at the door and could not move, with the suitcase at her feet.

She squatted down and picked up Ji Yang: "Can you let Dad put the things away first?"

Ji Yuan reluctantly let go, and then the world started spinning and he was held in his father's arms.

Ji Weiqing held the box in one hand and held Ji Yuan in his arms with the other. Ji Yuan sat on his arm and hugged his neck.

Ji Yang and she looked at each other in confusion, and Song Shixia teased him.

"Do you want to go upstairs with Dad?"

Ji Yang shook his head. He didn't realize that there was anticipation in his eyes: "I'm so happy that Dad is back."

Song Shixia carried him upstairs, and the two little guys sat next to the suitcases, watching the adults packing with curiosity.

Ji Weiqing took out his clothes and Song Shixia folded them for him and put them in the closet. His clothes had a faint scent of soap.

Song Shixia said casually: "I thought you would bring dirty clothes back to wash."

Ji Weiqing frowned slightly and disagreed: "Dirty clothes should be washed in time, especially in summer when clothes are more likely to be stained with odors."

Song Shixia patted his shoulder encouragingly.

"Comrade Lao Ji, I officially appoint you as the most virtuous husband in our family and reward you with a portion of spicy lobster." How bad can a man be if he can wash his own clothes? It would be even better if he could help her wash them.

Ji Weiqing was puzzled. What was wrong with washing clothes by himself?

Ji Yuan smacked his lips: "I want to eat shrimps, too."

Song Shixia lowered her head and said, "Everyone will have a portion tonight. You and your brother can only eat lobster noodles. Don't eat too much lobster."

“Yeah!”

Ji Weiqing came back exhausted and went to take a shower first. Song Shixia coaxed the two little guys to go downstairs to paint.

She went back to the room to ask Ji Weiqing what he wanted to eat later, and happened to meet him coming out with his clothes on. He was wearing loose shorts, with a large area of ​​his chest exposed, and water droplets on his body sliding down his neck into his clothes.

Song Shixia didn't even blink and even wanted to touch it.

"My towel is missing."

She remembered that she had washed all the towels in the house a few days ago, and specially kept Ji Weiqing's towel in the closet, worried that it would not be covered with dust for a long time.

She quickly opened the closet and said, "I washed it for you and put it away. I don't know when you will be back. Please wait."

As she spoke, she was rummaging in the closet with her back to him, and her slender waist twisted inadvertently, dazzling the eyes of those behind her.

Suddenly, he felt a source of heat on his back. Song Shixia grabbed the towel in his hand and turned around to face his smooth mermaid line.

She swallowed and stated that she was not a hooligan. This was the obligation of a legal couple.

She wanted to stand up, but Ji Weiqing held her shoulders. He lowered his eyes and looked at her straight, which was extremely captivating.

The look in his eyes seemed to want to eat her alive. She stammered, "What...what's wrong?" Actually...it's okay to use some force sometimes.

Ji Weiqing closed his eyes and said, "Let's talk about it tonight."

Song Shixia stood up quickly.

Who does he look down on? !

She unbuttoned his messy shirt one by one. The semi-wet, semi-transparent shirt is not only useful for men, but also for women.

Song Shixia nibbled on his shoulder, planted strawberries on his neck, and moved his hands around.

Ji Weiqing held her waist very obediently, and Song Shixia felt her waist was burning as if on fire.

Hearing him groan and suddenly push her into his arms, Song Shixia smiled secretly.

Men, even though they want it, they still pretend to be serious.

Ji Weiqing lowered his head and kissed her cheeks and ears, her earlobe was held in his mouth. Song Shixia seemed to be turned on, her body was so soft that she could hardly stand. She couldn't help shivering, her toes curled up involuntarily, and she bit his collarbone in anger.

Their breath mingled together, wet and hot, like mating swans leaving their marks on each other.

Even though everything hadn't started yet, Song Shixia was already panting, with sweat on her forehead, and even her voice was filled with coquettishness.

"I've taken a bathtub before."

Ji Weiqing's breathing was also burning, and she hooked her legs around his waist and was carried to the bathroom.

Last time I took a shower, I wasted water. This time, not only did it waste water, but it also hurt my waist. However, with a professional massage, it wasn't too uncomfortable.

Song Shixia seemed like a female fairy who had absorbed the essence of the body. She looked very satisfied after the meal, and her whole face was rosy.

She lay on the bed, and Ji Weiqing held her waist. At first, there was too much water in the bathtub and she couldn't hold it, and it kept hitting her waist. Later, Ji Weiqing held her and lay on the edge of the bathtub, and it was a little better.

Song Shixia fell into a comfortable sleep, and when she opened her eyes again, the sun was about to set. Thinking of the four pounds of lobsters that she had not yet processed, she quickly put on her slippers and went downstairs.

As the sun sets, the father and his two sons sit happily together in the yard. Ji Weiqing, wearing short-sleeved shirt and shorts, sits on a small stool, cleaning lobsters with a brush in his hand.

The two little guys squatted beside him, poking the lobsters curiously from time to time, and then laughed.

Song Shixia couldn't help but walk out with a smile on her face.

The afternoon sun had faded, so she moved a small stool and sat opposite Ji Weiqing.

"You've pretty much dealt with it."

There are about twenty lobsters left in the big basin, and the iron bucket next to it contains the cleaned lobsters.

"It's almost over, don't touch it, or you'll get your hands dirty."

Song Shixia sat down obediently and asked him, "How do you handle lobsters?"

"I guess it's to deal with the mud and sand. You probably soak them because you don't want them to die."

"Well, just clean off the dirt and sand and you can put it in the pan to stir-fry."

Aunt Feng came over with the children, and the yard became particularly lively.

She held a large basin and said, "Hey, you guys are almost done. I just made a pot of mung bean soup. It's definitely not as delicious as yours, but I put a lot of sugar in it."

Song Shixia took the basin: "It just so happens that I don't have to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy soda."

Aunt Feng kept muttering, "What's so good about soda? It just makes you burp after drinking it."

Song Shixia just smiled, and Aunt Feng followed her into the kitchen.

"Professor Ji is a really nice person. You were sleeping when I came over this afternoon, and I saw him feeding the chickens in the yard and helping you trim the flowers in the garden. You really married the right person. Professor Ji is a very capable person." Who would have thought that Professor Ji, who seemed unapproachable, also did housework at home.

Song Shixia didn't even notice the changes in the garden just now. She was as happy as if she had been filled with honey. "So it is said that a man who is good to children will not be a bad person. Although this is not absolutely true, how good can a man be if he doesn't even care about his children?"

Aunt Feng felt the same way: "Yes, I used to think that Mr. Xie was too nice to the children and didn't speak to them in a stern manner. Now I think it's better. At least my children understand some principles in big things and know when to obey. Look at Yang Wei, his parents don't care about him. Now he has to be detained in a juvenile detention center for five years. He will be 20 years old when he comes out."

Song Shixia chuckled: "If a child is not well educated, it is the fault of the father. The child's behavior has a lot to do with the education of the adults."

Yang Wei was originally sentenced to one year in prison, but he appealed and because he was over 15 years old, he was directly sentenced to five years for a sham crime. Now his parents no longer dared to object to the verdict.

During this period, Teacher Zhao wanted to find her to help lobby and ask her to settle the matter privately, crying so hard. But Yang Wei was not only looking for trouble, but also blackmailing, which was the most serious and involved serious circumstances.

I don't know who they asked for money before, but Huo Xuan gave him ten yuan, and the purchasing power of ten yuan these days is about the same as one thousand yuan in thirty years. Fortunately, he didn't rob the money alone, nor did he spend it alone, otherwise he would probably be sentenced to death if he appealed.

Unfortunately, several of his younger brothers were detained in a juvenile detention center for seven days because they were not old enough. After returning, they became cowards and did not dare to talk back when they were laughed at by their peers.

As for the two naughty kids who were sent away, after experiencing the capsize of their friendship and being frightened by Yang Wei's incident, they became dispirited and dared not have any bad thoughts.

The romance scenes really make me want to go bald, and I don’t know if this chapter can be posted.