"Okay, I'll do as you say," Zhong Mingwei replied. After a while, he nodded again, "I'll pick out the bones for you when we eat fish from now on."
"Then let's make it clear," Ah Chou smiled and winked at him. "A man of honor must keep his word. I am not good at other things, but I hold a grudge. If you don't find fault with me once, I will hate you for the rest of my life."
"Don't worry, I keep my word." Zhong Mingwei smiled along with her, his eyes a little sore from laughing.
August 15, 2013
Ningguta.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival of this year, Zhong Mingwei and Ah Chou finally had the stewed fish they had longed for.
Ah Chou bought the fish from the market. She came down the mountain early that day. This was the first big festival she celebrated after being with Zhong Mingwei. Ah Chou took it very seriously. She started planning the menu a few days ago.
But when he reached the foot of the mountain, Ah Chou was stopped by Grandma Chen.
"Girl! Girl!" Grandma Chen stood in the fenced yard and waved at Ah Chou. "Girl, come here!"
"Ah!" Ah Chou was so busy that he ran over with the bamboo basket on his back. Looking at the hoe in Grandma Chen's hand and the cabbages growing well in the fenced yard, Ah Chou smiled and said, "Grandma Chen, the cabbages you planted are really good. The last time I went down the mountain, the cabbages were only a little bit, but now the leaves have grown so big!"
"We're just getting started. If you come back next month, the cabbages will be much bigger," said Grandma Chen with a smile. She put down the hoe in her hand, opened the gate, and led Ah Chou in. She kept complaining, "What a jerk you are. I asked you to come to get your wages, but why are you still dragging your feet? I've been waiting for you for a long time. I thought if you didn't come down the mountain, I would take the money back up the mountain for you. I have to give you the money before the Mid-Autumn Festival, right?"
"Grandma, it's all my fault. You see, I was so busy at home that I forgot about this matter." Ah Chou smiled apologetically and helped Grandma Chen into the room.
Achou has been very busy recently. Autumn comes early in Ningguta. Although it is only mid-August now, it is already late autumn. Achou has been busy taking apart and washing the quilts and changing the seasons these days. There are a total of five quilts in the house, plus miscellaneous blankets and so on, which are enough. It's just that Zhong Mingwei spends too much time lying down, so Achou tore off a lot of quilt covers and sheets to use as cushions for him. Now it is inevitable that there is a lack of quilt covers or something, but the quilt covers are too expensive, and Achou can't bear to do it, so these days he cut and sewed several of Zhong Mingwei's worn-out clothes to make sheets. Although the colors look strange when pieced together, fortunately Zhong Mingwei's clothes are mostly light colors such as moon white, blue-gray, and bamboo green, so it doesn't look so abrupt.
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay. Go and do your own thing first." Grandma Chen said busyly.
From Uncle Chen, Grandma Chen roughly understood the situation of Achou's family. It was really not easy for a sixteen-year-old girl to support a family and take care of an elder with mobility problems.
These are Uncle Chen’s original words.
In Uncle Chen's eyes, Achou was only thirteen or fourteen years old and looked like a little baby. He naturally would not associate Achou with getting married. Adding on Zhong Mingwei's age and the way the two got along, Uncle Chen naturally thought that they were the elder and the younger generation. But seeing that Zhong Mingwei did not look like Achou's father, Uncle Chen imagined that Zhong Mingwei must be Achou's uncle.
"Is Mr. Chen not here?" After entering the room, Ah Chou did not see Chen Qingxuan, so he asked Grandma Chen casually.
"Oh, the prefect sent someone to pick him up early in the morning. They said there was a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry gathering. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I think it's probably just another room full of people eating, drinking and flattering," said Grandma Chen, obviously unhappy. "It happens once or twice every year. Qingxuan is fed up with it, but he has to go."
"Mr. Chen is knowledgeable, so the prefect will naturally value him." Ah Chou didn't quite understand this, so he could only say this.
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