"I'll eat this!" Zhong Mingwei shouted, his throat was dry and uncomfortable when he said this. He knew Pang Yi must think he was crazy, but he didn't care about that, let alone explain anything. He stared at the small pot of noodle soup, as if he was looking at a priceless treasure. "I'll eat this. Only this."
Pang Yi looked at Zhong Mingwei's expression, and he felt worried again. This time when he saw Zhong Mingwei, he felt that Zhong Mingwei had changed a lot, becoming stubborn and also... crazy.
Is it because of the shock he got from sliding down the mountain road this time? Pang Yi thought worriedly. In addition to asking the doctor to check Zhong Mingwei's legs, should he also ask someone to check Zhong Mingwei's mental state?
"Okay, I'll heat it up for you now." Pang Yi was afraid of irritating Zhong Mingwei. He didn't say anything else. He was busy lighting the fire in the stove to heat up the noodle soup.
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"Your Highness. Please enjoy." Pang Yi brought a bowl of noodle dumpling soup with a mushy smell to Zhong Mingwei. He looked at Zhong Mingwei with some uneasiness. He wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He looked at Zhong Mingwei holding the rough big porcelain bowl, and then he wolfed down the noodle dumpling soup, not even caring about the hair falling into the bowl. He expressed his discomfort and sorrow in his heart.
His Highness has really changed. He used to be so noble and unrivaled, but now he is so embarrassed and panicked.
Pang Yi didn't say anything. He just took a handkerchief and put it on the small table, then bowed and walked out. It was not until the cold wind mixed with snow blew on his face that his nose suddenly felt sore. He hurriedly wiped his face with his hand, then led the horse and donkey that had been freezing in the yard for half a day into the kitchen, and unloaded all the rice, flour, grain, oil and other items from the carriage.
When they moved all these things to the side room and put them away and returned to the bedroom, Zhong Mingwei had already fallen asleep. The tall and strong man was resting on a small pink pillow and holding a pair of wet cotton pants in his arms. It was incredibly funny and awkward, but Pang Yi could not laugh at all. He walked over quietly and wanted to pull the wet cotton pants out of Zhong Mingwei's arms, but Zhong Mingwei suddenly held them tighter. Pang Yi did not dare to pull them out again for fear of waking Zhong Mingwei up, so he had to give up. He tucked in the quilt for Zhong Mingwei, and then he made a bed on the floor in front of the kang and went to sleep. Just now, he found a straw mat behind the side room door, which was just right for him to sleep on.
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The ninth day of the first lunar month in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng
Ningguta.
Jixian Book House.
Grandma Chen got up early in the morning and cooked a big pot of peanut bean porridge, and also fried a few side dishes. It was rare for there to be one more person at home to eat, so Grandma Chen cooked with great care. She had wanted to keep Ah Chou at home for dinner for a long time, but the girl could never sit still, and always came for a short while before rushing back in a hurry. This time, because of the typhoid fever, the girl was able to stay at home for more than ten days, and Grandma Chen was really happy.
After cooking, Grandma Chen first went to call Chen Qingxuan, and then went to call Achou.
"Girl..." Grandma Chen entered the bedroom quietly. Achou had been very sleepy these days, so she didn't come in to disturb her easily. However, the girl hadn't had a good meal for several days, and Grandma Chen was really afraid that she would starve to death. So Grandma Chen walked around the bookshelf and came in. Just as she was about to wake Achou up, she saw that Achou was sleeping soundly. Grandma Chen hesitated a little, wondering whether to wait until Achou woke up before bringing in the food.
Thinking about Chen Qingxuan's instructions to let Achou rest more, Grandma Chen remained silent. When she was about to turn around and leave, she heard the girl shout something.
"Girl, what did you say?" Grandma Chen put her ear close to him. She didn't know whether it was because her hearing was not good or Ah Chou's voice was too vague. She didn't understand for a long time. She simply stopped listening and kept mumbling with a frown, "What do you mean by clear or unclear? What on earth is this girl saying?"
Perhaps sensing someone in the room, Ah Chou frowned and turned over, curling up with her face turned inward, exposing most of her shoulders. Grandma Chen was busy tucking Ah Chou in, and at a glance she saw that Ah Chou seemed to be holding something in his arms. She leaned over to check, and when she saw what Ah Chou was holding, Grandma Chen frowned even more tightly: "What is this girl holding a pair of cotton pants for? She must have been confused in her sleep."
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