"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Liao Chongwu waited for Zou Shijie to leave, and hurried over. He saw Zhong Minge leaning on a chair and about to fall. He hurried forward and supported Zhong Minge. Seeing the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, Liao Chongwu felt so distressed that he didn't know what to do. He immediately carried Zhong Minge sideways into the study to rest.
"Go... tell the kitchen to stew a pot of honey bird's nest for the princess," Zhong Ming'e leaned in Liao Chongwu's arms. He spoke with difficulty. "Use blood bird's nest."
Although he sometimes didn't like his brother-in-law Zou Shijie very much, Zou Shijie was always loyal to him, so he had to return the favor. Moreover, after what happened with Liao Chongwu, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty towards Zou.
"Yes. I obey your command." Liao Chongwu's eyes dimmed. But he finally agreed.
…
The third day of the first lunar month in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng.
Ningguta.
After a few days of anticipation for the stomachache, Ah Chou was happy and worried. To be honest, she didn't like those days every month. Not only did she feel very uncomfortable, she didn't dare to turn over when she slept at night. She was afraid of dirtying the quilt... ahem, and Zhong Mingwei's clothes. Although Zhong Mingwei didn't seem to care much about this, the closer it was to that time, the tighter he hugged Ah Chou. Sometimes he would rub Ah Chou's belly all night, but Ah Chou still cared. She was thin-skinned to begin with, and she became even thinner when it came to that time.
Therefore, Ah Chou really hoped that she would never have this kind of trouble that is unique to women in her life. But Grandma Chen also said that all women must go through this stage, otherwise they would not be considered normal women. So Ah Chou also hoped that she could continue to be normal...
In a nutshell, Achou is very distressed now, especially since Zhong Mingwei is making brown sugar ginger tea for her again and scolding her over and over again!
Ahhhhh!
This day has never been better!
"I told you to buy donkey-hide gelatin, but you're reluctant to do so," Zhong Mingwei kept scolding Ah Chou as he was lighting a fire. "This brown sugar is cheap, but how can it compare to donkey-hide gelatin? Besides, how expensive can donkey-hide gelatin be? No matter how expensive it is, can it be more precious than your body? You're still young and don't know how to take care of yourself. When you're older, you'll regret it. By then..."
"I know, I know! My Uncle Zhong!" Ah Chou's ears were almost covered with calluses. If she knew that this would be the result of her reluctance to buy donkey-hide gelatin, she would definitely be willing to buy it, and buy it by pound!
"What did you call me?" Zhong Mingwei's face froze, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Achou with a very sour face.
"I call you Master Zhong... Master Zhong," Ah Chou's eyes rolled around, and then he smiled broadly at Zhong Ming'e, "Master, does Bu Si look much younger than me? Hahaha!"
Zhong Mingwei: “…”
The next second, Zhong Mingwei silently grabbed a handful of ginger from the chopping board and put it into the pot.
"Stop it! You're trying to kill me with the spiciness!" Ah Chou was almost crying in anxiety. She didn't like ginger in the first place and had been forced to drink brown sugar ginger tea for several days. Now she felt nauseous at the sight of ginger. Zhong Mingwei actually added a handful of ginger into the mix. How could he let her live?
"I can't help it. I'm old and my eyesight isn't very good," Zhong Mingwei said calmly as he picked up a spoon and stirred the pot. "My nose isn't very good either. How come I can't smell the ginger? Did I put too little in? How about cutting some more and putting it in?"
Ah Chou: “…”
Zhong Mingwei's eyes swept across Achou's twitching mouth, and his mood suddenly improved. He put down the spoon and continued to light the fire.
"Finish it all," Zhong Mingwei prepared the brown sugar ginger tea and poured out two large bowls of it. He placed them in front of Ah Chou. In Ah Chou's pleading eyes, Uncle Zhong made the final decision, "Don't leave even a drop."
"Why?" Ah Chou was furious. She stared at Grandpa Zhong with grievance, "Before, you only let me drink one bowl at a time, but now you let me drink two bowls at a time, and you made it so thick, you did it on purpose!"
"Yes, I did it on purpose," Uncle Zhong did not deny it. While washing the pot, he defended himself openly, "Your hands and feet are cold, your body is very cold, and you are reluctant to buy donkey-hide gelatin or something to nourish your body, so what if you drink more ginger tea? Wait a few days and you will toss and turn on the kang and cry again?"
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