"Fortunately, my cotton shoes have clogs on the bottom, so I'm not afraid of the slippery road." Chen Qingxuan said with a smile, while looking at the overly expensive black fox cloak that Ah Chou was wearing, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. This is really not an ordinary item, I'm afraid that the prefect's family can't find a cloak of this quality. At the moment, Chen Qingxuan asked hesitantly. "Is everything okay at home? The mountain was closed after the snow, have you stockpiled enough vegetables, meat and food? Grandma was worried, so she asked me to come up to take a look."
"We have stockpiled enough food to last until the first month of the lunar year!" Ah Chou said hurriedly, but at the same time he felt embarrassed. "Mr. Chen, you see, I always trouble you and grandma."
"You can only say this to me. If you say it in front of grandma, she will definitely be angry again," Chen Qingxuan said with a smile. He handed the big bag in his hand to Ah Chou. "Grandma made sticky rice dumplings, and she knew you definitely couldn't make them. So she made one for you."
"Sticky bean curd?" Ah Chou smiled brightly, "We were still thinking about this taste this morning. Grandma Chen is really my sweetheart!"
Chen Qingxuan frowned, wanting to find out who Ah Chou's uncle was. Ah Chou looked like he came from a poor family. But this cloak...
"Mr. Chen, have you finished the sausages I gave you last time?" Ah Chou took the bundle and held it in his arms, while hurriedly asking him, "Can I bring you some more?"
"No, there are still plenty," Chen Qingxuan waved his hand and said, "My grandmother and I will go back to the village to celebrate New Year's Eve in a few days, and it's not good to leave things in the private school. If you need anything here, I will buy it for you before we go back to the village."
"No, I bought everything at the market. Thank you, Mr. Chen." Achou was really grateful to Chen Qingxuan who always took such good care of her.
"That's fine, I'll leave now," Chen Qingxuan nodded. Just as he was about to turn back, he suddenly turned around and asked Ah Chou, "Do you need Spring Festival couplets? If so, I'll write them and send them to you before I leave."
"No need, we..." Ah Chou rarely showed her shyness in front of Chen Qingxuan, lowered her head and whispered, "We will write it ourselves."
"Oh, fine then. I'm leaving." Chen Qingxuan looked at Achou's blushing cheeks, stunned for a moment, then nodded, turned around and walked down the mountain.
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After seeing Chen Qingxuan off, Ah Chou returned to his bedroom with a blushing face.
"Why did you take so long to be out?" Zhong Mingwei was a little unhappy. He saw a man outside through the crack in the window. Even though he couldn't see the man's face clearly, Zhong Mingwei still guessed who it was. He stared at Ah Chou and him talking for so long at the door. Although he knew that Ah Chou was not the kind of person who would change his mind easily, Zhong Mingwei still felt jealous, even more sour than old vinegar.
"Mr. Chen sent us some sticky rice dumplings. It's a big bag, enough for us to eat for several days," Ah Chou took off his cloak, put the big bag of sticky rice dumplings on the kang, opened it and looked at it, and said happily to Zhong Mingwei, "Look, you just thought about sticky rice dumplings, and Mr. Chen sent you such a big bag. Aren't you very surprised and touched?"
"Humph!" Zhong Mingwei was not surprised at all, but was moved? Forget it!
"Grandma Chen's cooking skills are really good. They look delicious," Ah Chou looked at the sticky bean buns and couldn't help but smile. He said to Zhong Mingwei, "Let's steam them for lunch."
Zhong Mingwei glanced at the bright yellow sticky rice dumplings, and his expression became much better than before, but he still didn't want to show his good face to Ah Chou, so he asked Ah Chou with a sullen face: "Isn't it just to give you a sticky rice dumpling? Why did I talk to you for so long?"
"How can we talk for a long time?" Ah Chou finally came to her senses. She glared at Zhong Mingwei and sent the sticky rice dumplings to the outer hall, while her little mouth kept on talking, "Mr. Chen is a gentleman and he has always taken good care of us. He is such a good person. Don't let your imagination run wild."
Humph, does he still need to let his imagination run wild?
That aloof and arrogant scholar didn't even look down on the magistrate's daughter, but he cared so much about their little girl that he gave her brown sugar and sticky rice dumplings, and was very attentive.
Zhong Mingwei's heart was filled with sorrow, but the girl who didn't understand romance was still telling him all the good things about the sour scholar.
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