Marrying an old-fashioned scientific researcher

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother used to come to Nanfeng City to settle food and accommodation outside. Today, seeing Qi Bai's kitchen, Jiang's mother sent a message asking Qi Bai if he could use his kitchen.

To grab a man's heart, you have to grab his stomach first.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother clearly realized that it is impossible to cook by Jiang Jian, who has had zero kitchen usage rate for several years, so Jiang's mother wanted to cook by herself to help her son improve his goodwill.

The future daughter-in-law is so good that Zhao Yuankai is in front of him. Jiang's father and Jiang's mother are more anxious than their son.

Qi Bai didn't know the little calculations that made Jiang's father and Jiang's mother 'crack' in their hearts. Everyone lived at home, and he let the two elders use the kitchen as they pleased.

Mother Jiang, who received the reply, went around the kitchen, and when she saw the kitten apron hanging on the wall, she smiled and told Father Jiang that she did not expect Qi Bai to have such a girlish side.

Father Jiang casually replied, "Maybe Jianzhi bought it?"

Jiang's mother didn't take it seriously: "If your son has this kind of aesthetics, it will rain red in the sky."

The apron didn't fit well with Jiang Jianzhi, Jiang's mother couldn't imagine her son going to check out with an apron.

Mother Jiang firmly said: "Take a step back, even if my son buys it, he will not choose such a cute cartoon style, he will definitely choose black, white and gray!"

Father Jiang thought about it, and finally nodded in agreement.

On the other side, in the big office of the professor of the Physics Department of Nanfeng University, Professor Jiang didn't know that he was rejected by his biological parents, and was reading the papers submitted by his students.

Professor Jiang lowered his head with his glasses on, frowning slightly, with a serious and focused expression.

It would be a pleasing picture if there weren't so many heart-pounding red-pen stroke mismarks on the paper.

The graduate student standing next to Jiang Jianzhi delayed his graduation for one year, and because he studied late, he only celebrated his 27th birthday yesterday.

The graduate student, who was a year older than his tutor, was so nervous that his palms were sweating, and he didn't dare to breathe.

For fear that Professor Jiang would get impatient, he tore up the 2-word shit he had written.

His level of nervousness was comparable to his mood when he was waiting for his daughter-in-law to give birth outside the delivery room the year before last.

Fortunately, Professor Jiang seems to be in a good mood today. His thesis has been classified as such, and Professor Jiang didn't attack him with eyes like "did you really go to college?"

A few minutes later, Professor Jiang calmly returned a few pages of papers to the boy, and said to him:

"There is room for improvement. At the current level, the pass rate is less than 30%."

The boy lowered his head in shame.

He is not young anymore, and he is not going to stick to the academic path. In order to go to his favorite company after graduation, he wants to publish as many papers as possible to gild his status.

However, he failed to submit several times, so he had to ask Professor Jiang for help, hoping that the other party could give him some advice.

It would be even better if Jiang Shen could help to modify it.

But now, looking at the shocking red on these thin pages, he felt that the 30% pass rate was due to Professor Jiang's mercy.

When the students left dejectedly, Zhu Junliang kicked his legs and slid over the chair, looked at Jiang Jianzhi, shook his head and sighed:

"I said, Brother Jiang, you are too strict with your students. Seeing that you have beaten them so badly that they are almost crying. Frustration education is not advisable. You occasionally praise them."

Jiang Jianzhi didn't look at him, lowered his head and said calmly: "I can't boast."

Given three months to turn in a patchwork paper, how much time the paper actually took is open to debate.

Zhu Junliang gave a thumbs up: "The cold-blooded and ruthless devil king, you deserve to be you."

Jiang Jianzhi glanced at him lightly: "If you want to boast, I can call him back for you."

"Forget it." Zhu Junliang slid back slowly: "I just came up and saw that the wife is waiting downstairs with the child."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Junliang let out a 'tsk' and sighed:

"Although the writing of the thesis is not very good, but the young wife and children are hot on the bed, and they can be regarded as winners in an alternative life."

A few days ago, Zhu Junliang ushered in the No.30 seven blind date failures in his life. He did not understand:

"Obviously I have strictly followed the book "Must Have for Men with High Emotional Intelligence", why did it become more pornographic this time?"

After dinner on the day of the blind date, Zhu Junliang was deleted as a friend by the woman when he returned home.

Zhu Junliang vomits blood when he thinks about it now: "I used to have a reason, but this time I didn't even give me a reason, delete it if I say it!"

Zhu Junliang was so angry that he threw the love book into the trash can.

Zhu Junliang became more and more angry as he talked, and sighed: "Damn it, there are wives all over the world, why don't I have one?!"

"I really want to have a sweet and soft girlfriend who can be hugged and held high..."

Knowing that Professor Jiang, who has no worldly desires, is not interested in such topics, Zhu Junliang didn't expect him to talk to him, but he just talked to his lips and kept talking.

Zhu Junliang, who was complaining to himself, didn't notice that when he said "kiss", the nib of the smooth-flowing pen in Professor Jiang's hand paused suspiciously.

Memories that were deliberately ignored by the master surged out in my mind.

Jiang Jianzhi uncontrollably thought of that light kiss with a faint fruit tea flavor.

In front of Qi Bai and Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, Jiang Jianzhi never said a word about the sudden kiss from the beginning to the end, and his reaction afterwards was as usual, with a calm expression.

But Professor Jiang's heart is far from stable as it seems.

When Qi Bai approached, their noses briefly touched, their breaths were intertwined, the pebbles fell into the calm and waveless lake, and the water ripples spread silently.

Jiang Jianzhi clearly felt his heartbeat at that moment.

When the incident happened suddenly, Jiang Jianzhi had no time to close his eyes, so he watched Qi Bai's exquisite, beautiful and heroic face gradually enlarge and approach.

When the kiss came, Qi Bai closed his eyes tightly, Jiang Jianzhi could clearly see the other's eyelashes as distinct as a crow's feather, and he could also see the slight trembling under the other's thin eyelids.

He is shy.

Professor Jiang, who had never experienced this before, thought so at the time.

Professor Jiang, who has always been rigorous, has rarely come to an unproven conclusion, and he firmly believes it.

Later, the appearance of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother broke the original atmosphere, and no one mentioned the sudden and instant kiss after that.

Like it never happened.

Recalling how Qi Bai was obviously nervous and shy but still pretending to be calm a few hours ago, Jiang Jianzhi was silent, and raised his hand to press his heart.

Closing his eyes, Jiang Jianzhi got up and walked to the water dispenser, ready to get a cup of hot water.

"Hey, I just found out that Professor Jiang still has writing on your clothes."

A female professor next to the water dispenser noticed the words on Jiang Jianzhi's shirt, squinted her eyes and read out subconsciously:

"Let me see what is written...his people?"

After finishing reading, the female professor was stunned for a moment, and then repeated: "His people? What do you mean?"

There were not many people in the office at this time. After hearing the female professor's voice, everyone turned their attention to Jiang Jianzhi's clothes.

Professor Jiang changed his dressing style today and looked younger. As soon as he appeared, everyone in the office with an average age of 45 and above was sour.

But everyone didn't pay much attention to it. After all, during working hours, everyone lowered their heads and was busy doing their own things. In addition, the desk was blocked by a partition. No one paid attention to the small print on Professor Jiang's clothes. They simply thought it was just a pattern at a glance.

Now everyone took a closer look, and did not expect that there were really words.

And these three words... seem to be somewhat directional?

Zhu Junliang was the first to react: "Brother Jiang, are you wearing a couple outfit?"

Others thought after hearing it, yes, it looks like a couple outfit!

Regarding Zhu Junliang's question, Jiang Jianzhi, who had finished receiving the water, gave a light 'hmm'.

Zhu Junliang smiled instantly: "My brother Jiang, why did you accidentally buy a couple outfit? Didn't the seller tell you that this is a couple outfit?"

Jiang Jianzhi: "..."

Professor Jiang, who has been wearing it all morning, of course knows.

After Zhu Junliang said this, everyone in the office reacted——

It is impossible for Professor Xiao Jiang to wear couple clothes with others. It is estimated that he did not pay attention when he bought it, and the seller did not explain it for the sake of sales.

After all, Professor Jiang never spends time and thought on dressing because of his handsome face and good figure.

Everyone in the office justified themselves and was very reasonable.

Zhu Junliang joked that Jiang Jianzhi's partner put on a couple outfit first, and he was one step ahead of him in this regard.

Zhu Junliang: "As expected of Jiang Shen."

Jiang Jianzhi: "..."

Professor Jiang took a deep look at Zhu Junliang who was smiling happily, but finally said nothing.

***

In the evening, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother bought vegetables and made four dishes and one soup. They were all home-cooked dishes, but they seemed to taste good.

The big dining table in Qi Bai's house was occupied by sundries, and the four of them could only eat on the coffee table.

Mother Jiang arranged the dishes in a circle around the yam ribs, and the two ends of the rectangular coffee table were too far away from the dishes, so the four of them could only sit facing each other for the convenience of picking up the dishes.

Unsurprisingly, Qi Bai sat with Jiang Jianzhi.

No matter how wide the coffee table was, it was just a coffee table. Two adult men were sitting side by side, and they inevitably bumped into each other. Whenever this happened, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother on the opposite side smiled... very kindly.

The stir-fried pork made by Jiang's mother is very spicy and fragrant, especially with rice. Qi Bai's eyes lit up after taking two bites.

Seeing Qi Bai's nose sweating from the heat and feeding chili peppers into his mouth, Jiang Jianzhi frowned and poured him a glass of water.

"Thank you."

Qi Bai just took a sip from the cup when he heard a 'click'. Looking up, he saw Mother Jiang putting down the phone with a smile:

"It's rare to cook so many dishes. I just forgot to take a picture. Let me take another one."

Jiang's father craned his neck to look at his wife's supplementary food photo, paused for a moment, then nodded calmly:

"It's a good shot. It looks so appetizing even without a filter. Send me a WeChat message later."

Mother Jiang smiled and put down the phone: "Yes."

Father Jiang enthusiastically suggested: "Why don't you add a filter and take another picture? That filter called Grapefruit should look better."

Mother Jiang glanced at her dissatisfied husband: "Next time, there will be another chance in the future."

Father Jiang said straightforwardly, "Alright."

Qi Bai didn't expect that his uncles and aunts would even know what filters make things look good, so he couldn't help turning his head to glance at Jiang Jianzhi, who was eating at a leisurely pace, obviously not interested in his parents' conversation.

Qi Bai shook his head in his heart.

Washing the dishes after the meal was handed over to the dishwasher. When Qi Bai was packing the kitchen garbage, he heard Jiang's mother send a copy of the photos he took just now to Jiang's father, and asked Jiang Jianzhi:

"Son, do you want it?"

Mr. Jiang still had that cold voice: "No need."

Mother Jiang: "That's right, you don't even have WeChat, it's too troublesome to send emails and MMS."

Jiang's father snorted twice, and laughed inscrutablely: "It's really not necessary? Then don't regret it in the future."

Qi Bai only thought about a photo, what regrets?

After washing his hands, he habitually wanted to wipe the water on his body, and he raised his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fluffy kitten apron hanging beside him, and changed his mind instantly.

He let go of his shirt and reached for the cat's fat body instead.

Jiang Jianzhi in the living room was slightly relieved when he saw Qi Bai obediently standing in front of the apron picking up the cat without 'slapping' two handprints on his clothes.

Jiang's mother turned over the "food photos" she secretly took several times, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she was. She asked Jiang Jianzhi many times:

"Are you really not considering applying for a WeChat account?"

Jiang Jianzhi said lightly, "Trouble."

Nowadays, teaching methods are advancing with each passing day, and work groups follow one another, and many work news will be notified in the group, so Professor Jiang also had a WeChat account a long time ago.

But when he was pulled into one group after another, there was nothing serious in the group, but there was always @allmembers, strangers he didn’t know repeatedly applied to add friends several times, and in the middle of the night, he received more than a dozen messages from students just to ask about the format of the paper Afterwards, Professor Jiang, who was deeply disturbed by it, resolutely canceled his account and chose to contact by email.

Compared with WeChat Penguin, which can be withdrawn in seconds, email communication is more serious, which greatly reduces meaningless conversations and saves time for both parties.

At least no one would send a separate email asking if he was there.

Oh no.

Professor Jiang glanced at Qi Bai, and suddenly remembered the scene when this person sent him an email for the first time, and silently changed his words in his heart:

Still someone will send a separate email asking him 'is he there'.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother are still persuading their son to open a WeChat account, which is more convenient and quicker than email.

Jiang Jianzhi was unmoved. He has lived well without these social softwares for so many years, and he has lost a lot of meaningless socializing.

Professor Jiang believes that his current living conditions are very good and do not need to be changed.

Qi Bai didn't expect Mr. Jiang to have WeChat for a short time before, and when he knew that it was troublesome for him to receive those useless messages, he opened his mouth and said:

"You can just add family and friends so you don't get spam."

It is true that Mr. Qianjiang and the others are prone to receiving spam and harassment messages. It is also normal to receive messages from customers in the middle of the night. No wonder Mr. Jiang is so annoyed that he logs out.

After listening to Qi's vernacular, Jiang Jianzhi thought for a while, then looked at him: "Do you also find it inconvenient to contact your email?"

The author has something to say:

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother: son, let's apply for WeChat.

Professor Jiang (categorically): No.

Xiaobai: Mr. Jiang, please apply for WeChat.

Professor Jiang (silent and hesitant): ... Are you bored?