Zhong Mingwei felt like his heart was about to break, and he didn't know whether it was broken by pain or by sweetness. This girl was really going to kill him.
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything, but leaned over and bit the sponge cake in Ah Chou's hand. I don't know if it was intentional, but he not only bit the sponge cake, but also gently bit Ah Chou's finger.
"Ah? Why are you biting me?" Ah Chou pulled her hand out in a hurry. It didn't hurt at all, but she stared with wide eyes, still covering the finger that was still stained with the man's saliva. She stared at the man in disbelief, "What a greedy kid."
“Cough cough cough!”
The next second, Zhong Mingwei started coughing again. This time, Ah Chou was not at all flustered. He picked up the tea and fed it into Zhong Mingwei's mouth.
…
The evening meal was mushroom, vegetable and meat porridge. The meat was newly bought. Ah Chou cut a small piece and chopped it into stuffing and put it in the porridge. He also soaked a handful of mushrooms and cut them into cubes to cook the porridge together. It was not out of the pot yet, but Zhong Mingwei could smell the fragrance from a distance. He tossed and turned in bed, and he wanted to go to the kitchen to see how the girl made the fire and cut the meat, and how she made such a fragrant pot of porridge.
Zhong Mingwei is much better now. He used to be able to lie still. His body was numb and he couldn't move, but now he can turn over. As long as the movement is not too big, he can do it by himself. It is much more comfortable than before, but Zhong Mingwei is not satisfied at all. He has to recover faster and try to be able to recover as soon as the spring comes next year. He also wants to go down the mountain with their little girl to open up wasteland. At that time, he will plant some red beans, some wheat, and some rice. He will grind the rice flour to make sponge cakes for the greedy little girl.
At the beginning, he must have been very stupid and couldn't do anything well, but he was always smart, so he must have learned quickly, and it wouldn't be long before he could drive cattle, plow the fields, weed, and cultivate the land. He wanted to grow good crops and cook good meals. He wanted to take good care of their little girl and no longer let her get up early in the morning in a hurry to prepare meals and not even have time to tie her hair.
He had to be nicer to the girl, even nicer, so that she would never regret marrying him.
…
Zhong Mingwei thought about the future and couldn't help but smile. His heart felt warm, sweet, and a little inexplicably sad.
He stopped tossing and turning and buried his face in the rosy pink pillow. He felt so satisfied in his heart, but why did his nose feel so sore?
Zhong Mingwei felt that he had changed. The colder his heart was before, the softer it was now.
…
"It's time to eat," Ah Chou came in with the food, and seeing Zhong Mingwei lying on the pillow in a silly way, he couldn't help but laugh, "What's wrong with you? I told you that you're a greedy kid, but you're even worse. Do you really think you're a little kid?"
"I'm exercising my waist. Can't you see that I'm tensing my waist?" Zhong Mingwei said stubbornly as he sat up and swiftly took out a small low table from the bed and put it over. Ah Chou then put the food on it and took off his shoes and got on the bed. Ever since Zhong Mingwei was able to sit up, the two of them have been eating like this.
"I have found someone to build the kang, and they will come the day after tomorrow." Ah Chou said to Zhong Mingwei while holding a bowl of rice.
"Oh," Zhong Mingwei nodded, paused, and asked again, "Is he reliable?"
He and Achou were strangers in the place, and he was afraid that Achou would be cheated.
"Reliable! Reliable!" Ah Chou nodded his head hurriedly, picking up a piece of egg with chopsticks and passing it to Zhong Mingwei, saying, "When I went down the mountain, Mr. Chen happened to be repairing a kang at home, so I asked the person Mr. Chen introduced to come and build a kang for us. That person is an acquaintance of Mr. Chen's family, so he will definitely be right. Don't worry."
"That's good," Zhong Mingwei nodded, took two mouthfuls of porridge, and finally couldn't help asking Ah Chou, "That... Mr. Chen, are you familiar with him?"
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