"But you only ate one bowl?" Ah Chou frowned, a little unhappy, "You ate two bowls yesterday."
Zhong Mingwei was too embarrassed to say it. He was not full yet, so he just repeated: "You eat."
The sweet red bean porridge was so delicious that he was reluctant to eat it. He wanted to save it for Ah Chou, but the girl kept saying that she would go back to the kitchen to eat. He didn't believe it. He was afraid that the girl would be wronged and couldn't bear to eat it.
"Oh," Ah Chou had no choice but to scoop a spoonful of red bean porridge into her mouth. As soon as she put it in her mouth, her brows furrowed even more. She stared at Zhong Mingwei with dissatisfaction, "Isn't this delicious? Why do you only eat this little bit? Could it be that... you are so old, but you are still picky about food?"
Zhong Mingwei was a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and then said, "I have been lying down for a long time and I don't feel hungry. My stomach is always bloated."
"Oh. Then I'll finish my porridge and rub your stomach." Ah Chou was busy eating the porridge in big mouthfuls, not caring at all that the spoon was just going in and out of Zhong Mingwei's mouth.
Zhong Mingwei watched the girl wolfing down her food. She had no manners at all, but he saw it. No matter how he looked at her, he thought she was... cute.
Yes, cute.
He never thought he would use this word, but at this moment, when he looked at Ah Chou, he naturally thought of this somewhat hypocritical and even ugly word.
He looked at Ah Chou's bulging cheeks and sparkling eyes, just like a greedy little squirrel. He couldn't help but curl his lips and thought, it seems that this girl loves sweets.
In fact, he originally loved sweets. When he was a child, he was allowed to eat water chestnut cake, thousand-layer pastry, and milk tea. Later, when he was older, he knew his status, so he was embarrassed to eat in front of others. He usually ate in the study. The old nanny who raised him loved him the most. As soon as she saw him enter the study, she would secretly put sweets in. This was a tacit understanding formed between the master and servant over the years. Later, when the old nanny passed away, this tacit understanding was broken. He was already a young man of sixteen or seventeen at that time, and naturally he would not cultivate such a childish tacit understanding with anyone, so he stopped eating sweets.
Later, when he was eighteen years old and got married, I remember it was during his wedding, one day when he was returning home from outside, he passed by the kitchen and saw a group of people in the kitchen, very lively. He asked casually, and the servant smiled and told him that it was the Crown Princess who was cooking in the kitchen. He thought it was interesting, so he quietly moved towards the kitchen, but after taking two steps, he heard Ding said to the cook: "Your Highness doesn't eat sugar, so don't brush the roasted rabbit with honey."
Then his feet stopped, and then he walked into the study without looking back.
He had long forgotten what he had eaten that day, but he remembered a large table filled with everything from cold dishes to soups to pastries, without a single hint of sweetness.
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"What's wrong? Are you in a daze?" Ah Chou gently rubbed Zhong Mingwei's belly. Seeing that he was in a daze, he endured it for a long time before asking, "What are you thinking about? Why are you in a daze?"
"Nothing, just old things." Zhong Mingwei said softly. He felt the pair of small hands rubbing back and forth, in circles on his lower abdomen, carefully avoiding the bedsores on his lower abdomen. Zhong Mingwei felt so comfortable that he couldn't help but sigh.
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