Zhong Mingwei was holding onto the edge of the kang with great effort. He had his back to Ah Chou, so Ah Chou naturally couldn't see his face. But she could clearly see that the veins on the back of his big hands were bulging, and it was obvious that he was trying very hard. Ah Chou couldn't bear to see this, and she felt so distressed. She couldn't help but take a step forward. She wanted to push the door open to help Zhong Mingwei, but she finally withdrew her foot.
Zhong Mingwei had to take this step and stand up. Of course, she would not despise Zhong Mingwei, and she was willing to be Zhong Mingwei's crutches for the rest of his life, but would Zhong Mingwei be willing to do so? Would he be willing to be supported by her for the rest of his life?
He was such a proud person. How could he be willing to do that? That was why he secretly practiced walking by himself with Ah Chou on his back and holding on to the kang, so Ah Chou would not go in and disturb him.
Ah Chou looked at the two legs that kept shaking. After shaking for a long time, they finally took a small step. Ah Chou quickly turned her head away, and then retreated quietly. She squatted on the ground to wash the meat, and from time to time she raised her arm to wipe the wet corners of her eyes with her sleeve.
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When Ah Chou came in with noodles, shredded pork and other food, Zhong Mingwei was already sitting in front of the stove and lighting a fire.
"The water is boiling now," Zhong Mingwei said to Ah Chou as he added more firewood to the stove. "Shall we drink jasmine today?"
"Okay." Ah Chou nodded, and as he placed the tray on the stove, he said, "I'm almost done with the jasmine tea. I'll buy some more when we get down the mountain. Do you want to buy jasmine tea? Or other teas?"
"Let's drink Jasmine. I'm used to it," Zhong Mingwei said, looking at Ah Chou, "Are you going down the mountain today?"
"We have to go down the mountain. If we don't go down the mountain now, the market will be closed. Grandma Chen said that the winter here is too cold. In a few days, all the shops in the market will close and go home for the winter. They will have to open again when the New Year is approaching. What should we do if we don't store some vegetables and meat?" Ah Chou knew that Zhong Mingwei didn't want to go out by himself, and she didn't want to go out either, but there was nothing she could do. While Ah Chou fetched the teapot and ladled the boiling water into the pot, she said, "Besides, the wedding dress has been made for them, and they have to be sent to Grandma Chen. If there is anything wrong, there is still time to change it. We can't delay it any longer."
"Oh," Zhong Mingwei said in a muffled voice, looking at E'achou's thin arms, and then said, "Put on my cloak when you go out."
The weather was fine a few days ago, so Achou took out Zhong Mingwei's winter clothes to dry in the sun, and then he pulled out a black fox fur cloak from the box. It was shiny and slippery, and it felt so smooth when you touched it. Achou had never seen such a good thing before, and he turned it over and over and looked at it for a long time.
"It's too big. A lot of it drags on the ground when I put it on," Ah Chou said hurriedly. "Besides, I have a big coat, so I won't be cold."
"If you think it's too long, just cut it off. How many years has your jacket been like that? It must not be warm." Zhong Mingwei said.
"Why do you want to cut it?" Ah Chou was reluctant to cut such a good cloak, because Zhong Mingwei would have to wear it in the future. She was afraid that Zhong Mingwei would be angry, so she hurriedly said, "It's not that I don't want to wear it, your clothes are really too good, they don't look like what ordinary people wear. Take that cloak for example, if I wear it outside, who knows how many people will look at it."
Zhong Mingwei pondered in his heart, and then said: "Then go buy a new cotton-padded robe and two pairs of cotton-padded shoes."
"Okay, got it," Ah Chou agreed without hesitation. He didn't dare to bargain with Zhong Mingwei. He wiped the pot and scooped a spoonful of lard into the pot. He said to Zhong Mingwei, "I have to buy you a new pair of cotton shoes. You only have one pair of cotton shoes with old cotton inside. They are definitely not warm."
"Okay," Zhong Mingwei said, while adding more firewood, he added, "Hire a cart and don't carry it yourself."
"I know. Our family is not short of money now. I'm very generous." Achou smiled at Zhong Mingwei. He put the shredded pork into the pot and added water. He turned to the outer hall to get the jar of jasmine flowers. When he was about to bring it into the house, Achou stopped, poured two jasmine flowers from the jar, put them in his mouth, chewed them for a while and spit them out. Then he went into the room, brewed a bowl of tea and brought it to Zhong Mingwei. Then he looked at Zhong Mingwei eagerly as he drank the bowl of tea.
"Why are you looking at me all the time?" Zhong Mingwei put the tea bowl on the stove and looked at Achou. No one knew what this girl was thinking about, her cheeks were red.
"Who... who looked at you? Stop being so conceited." Ah Chou turned his face away guiltily.
"Yes, I'm not only vain, but also have a foul mouth." Zhong Mingwei thought about what happened in the morning and became stingy again.
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