"See..." Zhong Mingwei held Meiya's face with his hands, and lifted her face up little by little with strength in his hands. His fingertips stroked Meiya's red cheeks, and when he spoke again, his voice was so gentle that it was unbelievable. "See my girl's heart."
"Bah! Shameless." Mei Ya spat softly, her dark eyes darting around. But she didn't dare to look at Zhong Mingwei's face. Her heart was beating so fast. She was clearly looking at this man all day long, and was clearly facing him day and night. But every time she met those peach blossom eyes, she was always so flustered and nervous.
"Girl," Zhong Mingwei stared at Meiya's trembling eyelashes without blinking. His heart was about to melt. "Why are you so nice?"
"Of course I'm fine, you just found out?" Mei Ya glared at him, feeling a little happy and a little shy. She pursed her lips and smiled. She put down the basin in her hand. She leaned forward and put her forehead against the man's forehead. She smiled and said, "Zhong Mingwei. Do you remember? We talked through the window that night."
"Why not?" Zhong Mingwei also smiled with her, his eyelashes brushing against hers, one by one. Tender and intimate, "I was sleeping soundly, and suddenly a little girl came to my house and climbed through the window. It was such a wonderful thing, I remember it clearly, I will never forget it in my life."
"Bah! Who climbed the window? You were the one who insisted on carrying me in, otherwise I wouldn't want to go in," Ah Chou spat at him, but couldn't help curling his lips and leaning over to kiss Zhong Mingwei's lips, "Do you still want to eat glutinous rice balls? We have plenty of fillings at home, peanuts, sesame, candy, osmanthus, everything. I'll make a few for you to eat?"
"Girl, aren't you afraid of feeding your man into a fat man?" Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, holding Mei Ya's hand and placing it on his face, "Feel how much weight I have gained in this year. If this continues, I will be twice as fat before I am 40."
"It's okay. Even if you're fat, you're still pretty." Mei Ya rarely said such words. As soon as she said it, she blushed a little. She met Zhong Mingwei's happy eyes, but she was too busy to look away and whispered, "What else do you want to eat?"
"I also want to eat the little lamb you made," Zhong Mingwei said softly, his eyes like a gentle net, enveloping Mei Ya completely in it, "I also want to make a little rabbit for you to eat with my own hands."
"Why don't you just tell him you want to play house?" Meiya glared at him but couldn't help laughing. "Then I'll go knead the dough now, and then we'll make dumplings together."
"Okay, let's go," Zhong Mingwei nodded, leaning over to kiss Meiya's smooth forehead, and said, "Let's hurry up and finish eating before they come back."
"I thought so too, hehe." Mei Ya smiled mischievously, then hurried into the kitchen with the basin in her hand.
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The sunlight shone through the window paper, making the kang warm. Meiya and Mingwei sat in the sunlight, talking sweetly while wrapping dumplings.
"You can't put so much in it," Mei Ya snatched the spoon from Zhong Mingwei's hand, poured out half of the stuffing, and handed it back to him, saying, "If you put so much stuffing in, the pot will be full of noodle soup when you serve it."
"Is that so?" Zhong Mingwei was rolling the glutinous rice balls in his hand, while watching Ah Chou roll out a glutinous rice ball easily. Zhong Mingwei was a little puzzled, "Why can't I roll a glutinous rice ball well?"
"You're stupid," Mei Ya said with a look of disdain. She glared at Zhong Mingwei and snatched the strange-looking glutinous rice balls from his hand. She continued to roll them and said to Zhong Mingwei, "Don't roll them anymore. I can do it myself. It's just two bowls anyway. It will be done in a short time."
Zhong Mingwei didn't want to make things worse for Meiya, so he wiped his hands quickly and pulled Meiya into his arms. He rested his chin on Meiya's shoulder and watched her making dumplings while whispering, "Our girl is really clever and can do anything."
"That's not all," Meiya put the glutinous rice balls aside and continued to roll them, then said, "I can only do some clumsy work, unlike you, whose handwriting is so beautiful."
"Didn't I teach you too?" Zhong Mingwei leaned over and kissed Meiya's white and tender ears. "It's just that you don't want to learn. Every time I spread out the paper, you stop working."
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