"Do you still want to drink now?" Ah Chou looked at the smile on his face, and somehow, she felt a pain in her heart. This man was over 30 years old, in middle age, and he fell into this situation. No one loved him anymore, no one spoiled him anymore. In this desolate place with overgrown grass, he only had her now.
"No," Zhong Mingwei shook his head and pursed his lips towards Ah Chou. He said awkwardly, "I just want to drink some red bean porridge."
"Ah?" Ah Chou was obviously not expecting this and looked confused.
"Didn't you just say that there was still half a pot of red bean porridge?" Zhong Mingwei asked again. He looked embarrassed. "I want to drink some more."
"Oh..." Achou responded, then got out of bed, holding the bowl and went to the kitchen with a depressed look.
After a while, Ah Chou came back. He was a little embarrassed. He sat on the edge of the bed with a small bowl of red bean porridge in his hand. He gently stirred the red bean porridge: "Just now... when I was serving the rice, I couldn't help it. I drank... drank most of the bowl, and now there is only this much left..."
Zhong Mingwei looked at the half bowl of red bean porridge, and his lips suddenly tightened. He was furious, but he couldn't vent his anger at Ah Chou, who was looking downcast. After a while, his lips softened little by little. He looked at Ah Chou's slightly red eyes and said softly, "Let's eat together from now on. It's more delicious when we eat together."
"Oh." Ah Chou's voice was a little hoarse. She didn't dare to say anything else. She hurriedly scooped a spoonful of red bean porridge and brought it to Zhong Mingwei. Watching Zhong Mingwei eat the spoonful of red bean porridge, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"You drink too," Zhong Mingwei said to Ah Chou, "Warm red bean porridge tastes better than hot red bean porridge."
"Really?" Ah Chou took it seriously and quickly scooped a spoonful to eat. As soon as she met Zhong Mingwei's smiling eyes, she knew she had been fooled. They were all warmed up before eating, so how could it be different? Ah Chou cursed herself for being so stupid. The red bean porridge in her mouth could not be swallowed up or down. In the end, under Zhong Mingwei's gaze, she swallowed the porridge with great effort.
"Is it delicious?" Zhong Mingwei asked her with a smile.
Achou ignored him and scooped a large spoonful of red bean porridge into the man's mouth. The porridge was not hot, so she was not worried at all about scalding him.
"Have another bite," Zhong Mingwei swallowed the porridge in his mouth, raised his eyes and said to Ah Chou, "You obviously like sweet food, eat more."
"How can you tell that I like sweet food?" Ah Chou muttered to himself, but he still scooped a spoonful of red bean porridge and ate it himself, and then scooped another spoonful into Zhong Mingwei's mouth, "You're still blaming me, don't you like sweet food too?"
"How can I, a grown man, like sweet food?"
"Still being stubborn! Take a spoonful from me!"
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In Ningguta in May, at dusk, in an empty and simple house, on the big plank bed, two people were like children, taking turns to eat, sharing a little bit of sweetness.
The fifth day of the fifth month of the thirty-second year of Jiasheng
The capital.
Cining Palace.
Ever since the crown prince was deposed, Empress Dowager Xu has been ill. His Majesty Zhong Zhiheng is a filial son, and he would go to the Cining Palace to serve the Empress Dowager medicine whenever he has time. However, every time the Empress Dowager sees him, her condition would worsen and relapse. Later on, His Majesty rarely went there. But today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and Zhong Zhiheng still has to go to pay his respects to the Empress Dowager.
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