✔️ 80's, the stepmother in the control group refused to be inscribed

Chapter 41-50

Chapter 41

During Song Dynasty, Xia was standing outside the door chatting with Aunt Feng. Aunt Feng gave her a bag of muddy crayfish, which her nephew had dug out in the rice fields.

"I don't know how to do this. I brought it all to you. I guess you can do it."

Aunt Feng saw that the lobster's scalp was numb, and the pliers were so fierce that she didn't dare to reach out.

Song Shixia was pleasantly surprised: "This is good stuff. Come to my house to eat it at night after I make it. It will taste good if you add some side dishes and pour the soup over the noodles."

Aunt Feng agreed: "Okay, I'll bring the noodles to your house tonight and mix some soup to taste."

Song Shixia laughed: "What you gave me weighs four kilograms. I can't finish it by myself. The little ones can just enjoy themselves. You can't give them more."

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

"I really need your help. There are so many shrimps that need to be fried in a big pot to get all the flavor."

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

Aunt Feng saw her stunned and turned around, then laughed with an ambiguous attitude.

"It turns out that your Professor Ji is back. I won't disturb you anymore and come back in the evening."

Ji Weiqing, who was as tall as a tall boy, walked up from a distance carrying a suitcase. Song Shixia put down his bamboo bag and jogged forward to greet him.

"You're back." She raised her head and looked at him with burning eyes.

Ji Weiqing looked at her and reached out to push her messy bangs aside, her light eyebrows softening.

"Well, this stage has come to an end. I can stay at home for a long time."

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

"You can't carry it."

She walked beside him with cheerful steps and was in a particularly good mood.

Picking up the bamboo bag at the door, she explained specifically: "This is the crayfish sent by Aunt Feng. She doesn't dare to handle it. You are 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 palm. His palm was very dry. Song Shixia turned to look at him, gave him a crooked smile and held his hand.

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

Ji Weiqing's voice was light: "The conditions on the mountain are difficult, and everyone is the same."

Song Shixia's face was full of embarrassment: "Fortunately, I asked you to bring toilet water. There must be a lot of mosquitoes on the mountain."

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

How could this person talk so seriously without forgetting to scratch her palm with his hand? Is this called being a slut?

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

"dad!"

Ji Yuan ran over with short legs and hugged his father's thigh with all his strength.

Ji Yang also dropped his pencil and hurried over. He raised his little head to look at his father.