"Mr. Chen..." Ah Chou suddenly put down his chopsticks, looked at Chen Qingxuan a little embarrassedly, and said hesitantly, "I heard that the daughter of the prefect's family seems to be interested in you. I wonder what you think. A few days ago, Grandma Chen..."
"There is no such thing," Chen Qingxuan suddenly interrupted Ah Chou's words. He took a handkerchief to wipe his mouth in annoyance. At the same time, he said to Ah Chou, "Don't listen to that gossiping bitch."
"Oh." Ah Chou nodded uncomfortably, thinking to herself whether she was a chatterbox or someone who was good at gossiping in Chen Qingxuan's eyes, but that was not what she wanted to ask...
"Did grandma ask me to come and test my opinion?" Chen Qingxuan suddenly asked after a pause.
"No, no, no." Ah Chou waved her hands hurriedly. When she met Chen Qingxuan's straight gaze, she lost her temper again. She whispered, "Mrs. Chen doesn't want to force you. She is afraid that you are too stubborn and will annoy the prefect. It will delay your future. Mrs. Chen doesn't say it, but she is worried in her heart."
"I know what's going on." Chen Qingxuan said in a deep voice.
"Oh, then... then it's okay," Ah Chou said uncomfortably. He got up and took out a large food box from the kitchen, wrapped it tightly with a small cotton quilt, put the food box on the table, and said to Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, please send it up."
"Got it," Chen Qingxuan looked at the huge food box and nodded. Ah Chou had cooked for the past two days, and he brought it up for Zhong Mingwei to eat. But yesterday he brought two food boxes up, just enough for Zhong Mingwei to eat for a day, but today he only brought one. Chen Qingxuan was naturally a little puzzled, "Why is there only one food box today?"
"So I have to trouble you to make another trip at noon," Ah Chou felt a little embarrassed, thinking that he was really asking for too much. "I want to make him a bowl of noodle dumpling soup. He likes it best. It has been a few days since I got it. But noodle dumpling soup can't be kept for a long time, so I have to trouble Mr. Chen again."
Standing like this, Chen Qingxuan was much taller than Achou, so Achou had to look up to talk to him. Therefore, he could clearly see the embarrassment and discomfort that Achou could not hide. Somehow, he felt a little uncomfortable. He silently looked away and looked at the pile of dishes and bowls on the table. He felt indescribably blocked in his heart.
"Is that ok?" After not hearing Chen Qingxuan's reply for a long time, Ah Chou became a little anxious. "Otherwise, I will send it upstairs and you can just take it in at the door. You don't have to run down the mountain..."
"No, I'll come and get it. You haven't recovered from your cold yet, so you can't run away," Chen Qingxuan said hurriedly, carrying the food box and walking out, while reminding Ah Chou, "I have prepared the herbs, you can boil them for an hour, and you must drink the medicine, remember?"
"Yes, I remember," Ah Chou said hurriedly. She was hoping to get better soon, so she didn't dare to miss a sip of the medicine. She followed Chen Qingxuan and sent him out, but she was so busy that she stopped. Seeing Chen Qingxuan walk out of the door with his cloak on, she hesitated a little, but finally spoke, "Mr. Chen, could you please bring some books upstairs for him to read? He likes reading."
Chen Qingxuan paused, turned around and went back into the room. He put down the lunch box in his hand and asked Ah Chou, "What kind of books does he like to read?"
"I don't know," Ah Chou said embarrassedly. She really didn't know. She couldn't recognize many words. She was afraid that Zhong Mingwei would look down on her, so she never talked about this with Zhong Mingwei. Ah Chou hesitated for a while, then looked up at Chen Qingxuan and said a little embarrassedly, "Mr. Chen, just pick a few books. You are knowledgeable, so the books you pick must be good ones."
"Okay then." Chen Qingxuan nodded with a smile and went into the study to choose books.
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When Chen Qingxuan entered the room, Zhong Mingwei had already gotten up and washed up. His knee was still red and swollen, but the injury on his foot had healed a lot today. Zhong Mingwei's mood was also much better, but as he looked at the heavy snow outside, his brows were furrowed.
Chen Qingxuan shook off the snow on his cloak as he entered the bedroom. He placed the food box on the small table, unwrapped the tightly wrapped cotton quilt, and asked Zhong Mingwei, "Sir, how is your leg injury today?"
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