"I'll eat it here," Ah Chou said shyly, while bringing the bowl over. He sat next to Zhong Mingwei, peeled the sweet potato, and then took the spoon. He scooped a spoonful of hot roasted sweet potato and put it in front of Zhong Mingwei, "You eat first."
Zhong Mingwei looked at the spoon of golden roasted sweet potatoes in front of him. Then he looked at Ah Chou's big black eyes. Then he leaned over and opened his mouth.
"Is it delicious?" Achou asked impatiently.
"Why don't you try it and you'll know?" Zhong Mingwei found it funny and reached out to take the unfinished red bean porridge that Ah Chou had drunk, to prevent the girl from wolfing it down and choking again.
"Hey, so sweet! Even sweeter than the one I cooked yesterday!" Ah Chou scooped a spoonful of sweet potato and immediately smiled, then hurriedly scooped another big spoonful and put it in front of Zhong Mingwei. "Zhong Mingwei, eat it quickly! You must have never eaten such sweet potatoes! Only I can buy such good sweet potatoes!"
As Zhong Mingwei ate the spoonful of roasted sweet potatoes, he thought silently, yes. He had never eaten such sweet roasted sweet potatoes. Because before he came to Ningguta and met this girl, he had never even eaten sweet potatoes.
"Hehe, I'll go to that old man's stall to buy sweet potatoes next time. They're really cheap and good quality. I just couldn't carry it last time, so I only bought these few..." Ah Chou lowered his head to eat the sweet potatoes, muttering non-stop, "How about that. Let's plant some sweet potatoes next year, right in the yard, and then we can eat them whenever we want, and we don't have to run down the mountain again and again, which is troublesome!"
"Well, let's grow our own," Zhong Mingwei replied, scooping a spoonful of red bean porridge and drinking it. He suddenly asked Ah Chou, "Besides roasting and cooking sweet potatoes, how else can we eat them? Can we stir-fry them?"
"Stir-fry? I've never heard of it." Ah Chou was stunned, then shook his head, "Why? Do you want to try it?"
"We can't just let it go." Zhong Mingwei said.
"Eh? Zhong Mingwei, I noticed that you've been acting a little strange lately," Ah Chou put down the roasted sweet potato in his hand and moved closer to Zhong Mingwei, "Why do you want to learn everything lately? How to fry peanuts, roast sweet potatoes, cook porridge, and sweep the floor? Now you want to learn how to fry roasted sweet potatoes. Zhong Mingwei, what do you think?"
"What can I think?" Zhong Mingwei was a little confused. "I'm idle anyway, wouldn't it be good to do some work? And it will also help with recovery. Are you so curious?"
"But you're so hardworking, I feel a sense of crisis," Ah Chou grumbled, complaining, "If you can do everything in the future, you won't need me anymore, and you won't need me to cook for you..."
"Then you can ask me to cook for you," Zhong Mingwei stretched out his hand and pinched Ah Chou's face, smiling and saying, "Girl, when I get better, it will be my turn to serve you. I will serve you for the rest of my life."
"I don't want it!" Ah Chou's heart was beating hard. He was obviously very touched, but he said proudly, "I don't want you to serve me. I have hands and feet, which is fine..."
"Yes, our girl is good in every way, so she doesn't need my help. But you are so capable and in charge of everything. Don't you really intend to leave a way out for your man?" Zhong Mingwei slowly lowered his head and moved in front of Ah Chou. They were so close that their breaths blended together. For a moment, their bodies were a little stiff. Zhong Mingwei recovered first. Looking at Ah Chou's eyes widened with shock, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but laugh, "Girl, why are you so afraid of me?"
"I-I-I am not afraid of you!" Ah Chou became even more stubborn, but her face suddenly turned red all the way to her neck, and her mouth became clumsy. She retreated in a panic, humming and moaning, "What do you have to be afraid of? I-I-I am not afraid!"
Zhong Mingwei watched Ah Chou crawl over with his butt sticking up as if he was escaping, and then he stared straight at the bowl of roasted sweet potatoes in front of him. His eyes were dark and timid, like a pitiful little deer.
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