"Okay, I'll thank you on behalf of grandma," Chen Qingxuan said. He handed another bundle to Ah Chou and said awkwardly, "Here are some red sugar, red dates and ginger. Eat more red dates, and...if you feel unwell for a few days, make ginger soup and brown sugar tea."
"Oh." Ah Chou was startled. Then she blushed and lowered her head. She took the bundle from Chen Qingxuan's hand and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Chen."
"Okay then, I'll go down the mountain if nothing else." Chen Qingxuan said.
"Okay, have a nice trip." Achou said hurriedly.
Chen Qingxuan waved at him, then turned and went down the mountain.
Ah Chou watched Chen Qingxuan's back as he walked away. She felt a little guilty. He had come all the way up the mountain to bring her embroidery and tonics. She had to invite him in for a cup of tea. But Zhong Mingwei was not feeling well. And he was holding it in for a long time...
That’s right!
Zhong Mingwei is still holding it in!
The next second, Ah Chou slammed the door shut and ran into the room carrying his bag.
Zhong Mingwei also quickly closed the window and returned to his original position. Just as he sat down, Ah Chou rushed in, panting and putting the bag in his hand on the kang. He came over to help Zhong Mingwei: "Hurry, I'll help you down, don't hold it in..."
"I really don't want to." Zhong Mingwei was speechless. Why did this girl always hold on to something?
"Really?" Ah Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei with a puzzled look on his face. He saw that Zhong Mingwei really had no such intention, so he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down. After a while, he suddenly tilted his head and looked at Zhong Mingwei, "That's not right. Why don't you want to go to the bathroom for so long? Are you constipated? I'll go down the mountain to buy you some senna leaves."
The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "..."
"Oh, oh, oh, just pretend that I didn't say anything," Ah Chou knew he had said something wrong and hurried to make amends, "I really didn't say anything, and you didn't hear anything either!"
Zhong Mingwei took a breath silently and exhaled silently, repeatedly reminding himself not to be angry, not to be angry.
"What's in this?" Without waiting for Ah Chou to speak again, Zhong Mingwei changed the subject and pointed at the bundle and asked Ah Chou, "What did the man surnamed Chen bring you?"
"Oh, it's the embroidery work that Grandma Chen asked me to do. It must be because it's inconvenient for Grandma Chen to climb the mountain, so she asked Mr. Chen to deliver it," Ah Chou said, and said to Zhong Mingwei with a joyful face, "Grandma Chen has given me a big job this time. I can earn at least four coins this time. We will have money for firewood and rice this winter!"
"Oh." Zhong Mingwei said silently, glancing at the not-so-small bag. His originally sour heart was now filled with heartache and sadness.
"Do you want to eat more?" Ah Chou looked at the remaining food on the small table and asked Zhong Mingwei hesitantly.
"I don't want to eat it anymore," Zhong Mingwei said, adding, "Save it for the next meal."
"Yeah." Ah Chou hurriedly agreed, feeling a little happy in her heart. There was still a lot of noodle dumpling soup left, and she just poured it away. She really didn't want to throw it away, and it was hard for Zhong Mingwei not to despise it.
At that moment, Ah Chou cleared the dishes and took them out to wash.
Zhong Mingwei was bored as he sat on the kang. He looked at the two bundles beside him and reached out to untie them. One bundle was full of needles and thread, which made him dizzy just by looking at it. As for the other bundle...
Zhong Mingwei was stunned when he saw the brown sugar, ginger and red dates inside. He stared at the bag of brown sugar, then suddenly turned around and looked through the crack in the window at the girl who was washing dishes by the well with her butt sticking out. The words that Ah Chou had said before suddenly echoed in his mind...
"Mr. Chen is an expert in medicine and can take pulses accurately. If you feel unwell in the future, you don't have to go all the way to the market to see a doctor. You can just go down the mountain and see Mr. Chen."
…
Zhong Mingwei tied the bundle again with trembling fingers. He sat on the kang in a daze, staring at the pink pillow at the head of the bed. After a while, he clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves.
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