Perhaps because he had been living a comfortable life recently, Ah Chou's skin was much smoother than when he first came to Ningguta. Once the skin healed, it looked even whiter. Ah Chou's skin was originally very white, but it used to be unhealthy and yellowish white. But now it was rosy and healthy white, just like a boiled egg with the skin peeled off.
Zhong Mingwei stared at Ah Chou's profile. He was almost mesmerized. He used that kind of eyes that he himself was unaware of, but others could be moved by just one look. In the past, he was a powerful character who could make people's hearts and gallbladders break with just one look. Now, such eyes are almost enough to make people sick.
This was clearly the person he saw every day, and this was clearly not a stunningly beautiful face.
But this is the apple of his eye. The apple of his eye he will never get tired of looking at in his life.
At this moment, his beloved was concentrating on making wedding dresses for others. He felt very uncomfortable. He rubbed his legs and thought to himself that he must get better soon. He would get better in the spring of next year. He would go down the mountain to buy the best silk for his beloved and ask the best embroiderer to make a phoenix crown and bridal robe for his beloved.
However, this girl must look down on other people’s embroidery skills and must be clamoring to embroider it herself, right?
This is fine. When the time comes, let her embroider whatever flowers she likes. Everything is up to her.
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As Zhong Mingwei thought about it, he couldn't help but pursed his lips, watching that Ah Chou had already embroidered half of the word "囍". The "囍" was about the size of a fingernail. Although it was only half embroidered, it was extremely delicate and beautiful. Not only Zhong Mingwei thought it was good, but Ah Chou was also very satisfied. She straightened her aching waist, and then Zhong Mingwei was busy serving another bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea and brought it over.
"Didn't you just drink it? Why do you want to drink it again?" Ah Chou pouted, looking a little unhappy. It was true that she liked drinking jujube tea, but she couldn't help drinking it all the time.
"You have to drink it," Zhong Mingwei urged her, coaxing her patiently, "Drink one more sip, and it will hurt less when the time comes."
"You're so nagging. You control everything. Sometimes, I feel like you're like my dad," Ah Chou complained in a low voice. She finally went to drink the bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea obediently, but she didn't finish it. She handed the remaining half bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea to Zhong Mingwei, complaining to him non-stop, "I can't take it anymore. I really can't drink it anymore. If I drink more, I won't be able to eat dinner!"
"Got it." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, lowering his head to drink the half bowl of greasy sweet jujube tea.
The tenth day of the tenth month of the thirty-second year of Jiasheng
Ningguta.
He had been drinking a lot of brown sugar and jujube tea these days, but this time Achou's stomach still hurt. He had been groaning since noon. After lunch, he didn't even want to wash the bowl. He nestled in Zhong Mingwei's arms and let the man rub his stomach.
"Shall I make you some brown sugar ginger tea?" Zhong Mingwei was a little worried. He wrapped the quilt tighter around himself to prevent any wind from getting in. Although there was a kang burning in the room, it didn't feel cold at all.
"I don't want to drink anymore. Now my breath smells like ginger," Ah Chou was unhappy, pouting, and nudging the man's naughty part again, wrapping her arms around the man's waist like a spoiled baby, "It'll be fine if you rub it."
In fact, to be honest, although Ah Chou's stomach still hurt this time, it was only a slight pain. In fact, it would be over if she just endured it a little. However, she selfishly did not want to tell Zhong Mingwei, so she pretended to hum quietly like before. She did not want Zhong Mingwei to know that she looked forward to being so close to Zhong Mingwei during these days every month.
"It turns out that I am more effective than medicine." Zhong Mingwei knew that Ah Chou was just acting like a spoiled child, so he was no longer worried. He rubbed Ah Chou's belly again and again. Ah Chou had gained weight recently, and his belly was still flat, but not as shriveled as before. Zhong Mingwei could feel the softness through his clothes. "If you have a stomachache, find Lao Xiong. If Lao Xiong is not at home, find San Ba. San Ba is sharpening a knife at home and scared the child. Is it still painful? It doesn't hurt anymore..."
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