"The fish you picked is the cleanest, without any bones, so it won't get stuck. Hehe," Ah Chou laughed. The more she looked at her man, the more she liked him. She shoveled a piece of pancake from the edge of the pot and handed it to her man. She eagerly picked up a piece of crunchy fish with chopsticks for the man. She smiled and said, "I was thinking about what to eat for the New Year's Eve dinner earlier. At that time, I was determined to have a few hot and cold dishes, and it would be best if I could have eight bowls like the rich families. But on New Year's Eve, we had to eat pancakes around a stove. It's all your fault. You didn't let me do this. You didn't let me do that. Well, go eat your pancake."
"Isn't this good?" Zhong Mingwei took the pancake and ate it with relish. At the same time, he said to Ah Chou, "It's just the two of us celebrating New Year's Eve, so there's no need to do anything fancy. Besides, eating such a big pot of fish is not too extravagant. It's good to have surplus every year."
"Who said that? I was looking forward to eating eight dishes and eight bowls of food!" Ah Chou felt sweet in his heart, but he was stubborn.
"Okay, I'll cook for you myself next year. I'll make eight dishes and eight bowls for our eldest daughter." Zhong Mingwei agreed with a smile while digging out the fish eyes and putting them into Ah Chou's bowl. This girl loves to eat fish eyes.
"You can't cook, you can only make brown sugar and jujube tea," Ah Chou said while eating fish eyes, loudly disdaining men, "I don't want to fill eight dishes and eight bowls with brown sugar and jujube tea."
"If I can't do it, I can learn it," Zhong Mingwei smiled, "I'm so smart, are you afraid that I can't learn it?"
"I don't want you to learn these things," Ah Chou scratched his head with the other end of his chopsticks, and continued to eat fish while muttering softly, "Now you can braid your hair, fold quilts, and wash clothes, how can you be a decent man?"
“Ahem!”
The next second, Zhong Mingwei choked as expected. The piece of pancake could not go up or down, and he choked and kept coughing, even tears came out of his cough.
"Zhong Mingwei!" Ah Chou was startled and hurriedly got off the kang, quickly poured tea and brought it over, feeding him half a bowl of it. Zhong Mingwei finally stopped coughing, and Ah Chou finally breathed a sigh of relief, but kept complaining, "How come you are like a child? You can choke even when you are eating. You really make me worry..."
Zhong Mingwei was so angry that he was speechless. He put down the bowl in his hand and stared at Ah Chou with a sullen face. Ah Chou was unable to speak clearly and dared not complain. He shrank his neck silently: "You...why are you staring at me? It's not me...I made you choke..."
And you still say it's not you?!
On New Year's Eve, when families were reuniting and having fun, Zhong Mingwei had an extremely strong urge to beat his child.
"Tell me, how am I not like a decent man?" Zhong Mingwei suppressed the urge to hit the child and asked Achou while suppressing his anger. He thought he had a good temper, but in fact his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Ah Chou felt uneasy when she stared at him like that. She silently put down her bowl and chopsticks, and organized her words in her mind for a long time before she spoke softly: "I'm not saying that you... are not serious. I'm just feeling sorry for you. Other men wouldn't do these kinds of miscellaneous work. But you can do it, and I... of course I can't bear it, and I don't want you to continue to feel wronged like this..."
"Why should I feel wronged?" Zhong Mingwei said sullenly. He was not really angry just now, he just wanted to scare Ah Chou. But now he was really angry, angry at himself.
"Of course you feel wronged," Ah Chou felt a little upset, rubbing the corners of his clothes with his hands, and whispered, "Even an ordinary farmer lives a more comfortable life than you, eating and drinking at home all day long. The old fishmonger can easily order his wife around, and he acts like a big boss. How can you be like this? You always compete with me to do everything? Since this stove was built, I haven't lit a fire..."
"Eat the fish quickly, otherwise it will get cold and you will complain about the fishy smell." Zhong Mingwei interrupted Achou and knocked on Achou's bowl. He then took some firewood and put it into the stove. The stewed fish, which was already hot, began to gurgle again. The aroma of the fish was so tempting, but neither of them spoke again.
Ah Chou didn't dare to say anything. She felt that Zhong Mingwei was angry, but she didn't know what Zhong Mingwei was angry about. She was muttering to herself, so she didn't dare to say anything.
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