Zhong Mingwei's breathing suddenly became heavier. His face, which had not been itchy at all, was tickled by Ah Chou. And it was getting more and more itchy. He didn't even know it was his face, but his whole body was itchy. The white little hand was scratching his face back and forth, and Zhong Mingwei's eyes followed the fingers back and forth.
"Where is it?" Ah Chou said impatiently. "Why don't you say something?"
"No, it's not itchy anymore. Okay, okay," Zhong Mingwei was busy looking away and coughing. Then he said to Ah Chou, "Can you see if the pot is hot?"
"Oh." Ah Chou then withdrew her hand, and scooped a large spoonful of lard into the pot. She would never eat lard like this. But today was Mid-Autumn Festival, and she had to cook a big fish, so she was willing to do it.
Then the chili pepper and ginger were added to the pot. Amid the "crackling" sound of the pot, Ah Chou was busy frying with a spatula. At the same time, he quickly poured the fish meat from the pot into the pot.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help it and finally started coughing. This time it wasn't a fake dry cough, but a solid cough that lasted for a long time before stopping. He even coughed out tears.
"I told you that putting the stove in the house would definitely make people choke, but you insisted on putting it there. Look, it's choking, right?" After Zhong Mingwei coughed, Ah Chou handed him a bowl of tea and frowned at her, looking very worried. "Otherwise, don't cook in the house anymore. I'll go to the kitchen."
"It's okay," Zhong Mingwei shook his head busy, "You cook, I'm happy to see you."
"What's there to be happy about?" Ah Chou said stubbornly, but his voice softened as he stuffed the tea bowl into the man's hand and said, "Drink it quickly."
Zhong Mingwei took two sips of tea, then placed the tea bowl on the stove. This time he said to Ah Chou seriously, "I just like to cook with you, no matter how strong the smell of cooking fumes is."
Yes, Zhong Mingwei really liked it. He liked Ah Chou busying around him in circles. He also liked watching Ah Chou prepare delicious meals for him in this smoky and hot environment. Zhong Mingwei didn't want to miss anything about them.
Not only that, Zhong Mingwei also found himself becoming clingy. A tall and strong man in his thirties, he wanted to stick to the little girl in their family all the time, just like a child sticks to its mother. Zhong Mingwei didn't feel embarrassed, but felt very sweet inside.
"Who wants you to accompany me?" Ah Chou didn't want to pay attention to him. He didn't even look at Zhong Mingwei, but there was a smile on his face. While turning the fish in the pot, he went to look for the soybean paste he had just bought from the market.
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything else. In the bright firelight, his eyebrows were curved into two lines.
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This was the first time in Zhong Mingwei's life that he ate fish stewed in a big pot. He sat in front of the stove, facing the big pot on the stove. His mouth was greasy as he ate it. The fish meat was tender and the fish soup was salty and delicious. The cornmeal cakes stuck to the pot were crispy on one side and fragrant and glutinous on the other. Zhong Mingwei almost bit off his tongue when he ate it with the thick fish soup.
"Why did you do it all?" Ah Chou sat cross-legged on the kang and ate. He stared at Zhong Mingwei as he threw away his chopsticks and directly picked up the pancake with his hands and dipped it into the soup. He almost dropped his jaw.
In Ah Chou's eyes, Zhong Mingwei has always been noble, elegant and reserved. Even though he was unwell and had difficulty moving, this did not affect his noble demeanor at all. This was the first time Ah Chou saw Zhong Mingwei so...
Well, bold and uninhibited.
Actually, it doesn’t look ugly. As a grown man, you should eat meat and drink soup with big mouthfuls, right?
But if this happened to Zhong Mingwei, it would be too strange.
"Using chopsticks is too troublesome." Zhong Mingwei didn't feel too embarrassed.
To him, Achou is like himself. No matter what he does in front of Achou, he will not feel awkward or uncomfortable. Besides, Achou has seen every part of his body. If he still acts shy, how can he be considered a man?
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