"I thought you were in a bad mood," Chen Qingxuan looked at Meiya's haggard face, and his voice was filled with undisguised pity. "So I added more honey to your drink, thinking that if you eat something sweet, you'll feel better."
Mei Ya's eyes dimmed. Holding the cup with her eyes downcast, she whispered, "I'm in a bad mood today."
Chen Qingxuan was stunned. He didn't expect Meiya to be willing to tell him this. He immediately pulled a stool over and sat opposite Meiya, whispering, "What happened? Can you tell me?"
Meiya said nothing, but just held the teacup tighter.
"Is it... because of him?" After a long while without any response from Meiya, Chen Qingxuan asked cautiously. He knew he shouldn't ask. But he couldn't help it. "Are you having a quarrel with him?"
"No." After a pause, Meiya shook her head.
Yes, how can this be considered a quarrel? For Meiya, quarreling is actually a sweet thing. She quarreled with Zhong Mingwei all day long because who kissed the other more. She quarreled because Zhong Mingwei hugged her too tightly at night and gave her nightmares. Meiya really liked quarreling with Zhong Mingwei in various ways, but...
Does Zhong Mingwei also like to quarrel with her?
Or... What was Zhong Mingwei thinking when he was having a quarrel with her?
Do you think about others? Do you also think about getting into trouble with others?
…
Mei Ya always thought that she knew Zhong Mingwei well, but today, she clearly realized that she and Zhong Mingwei had only known each other for less than a year. A year was enough for her to fall in love with him thoroughly, but could she really understand him in a year?
Mei Ya was so flustered that she picked up the cup and gulped down the tea in it. She put the cup down and met Chen Qingxuan's concerned eyes. Mei Ya's nose was a little sour. She handed the cup over and whispered, "Mr. Chen, can you make me another cup?"
"Okay, wait, I'll be there soon." Chen Qingxuan hurriedly took the teacup, got up and went to the kitchen.
…
That day, Meiya did not go home. She stayed in Jixian Book House. Since she did not mention leaving, naturally Grandma Chen and Chen Qingxuan would not mention it either. Grandma Chen loved her the most. She cooked for her sweet and sour pork and stewed a big pot of chicken and mushrooms. The three of them sat cross-legged on the kang and ate. In the past, Meiya was inevitably a little restrained in front of them, but after living in Chenjiatun for a while, she was no longer so restrained.
"Girl, have this. This is the chicken your uncle Chen just sent us. It's a young rooster, and the meat is very tender," said Grandma Chen, as she put a large portion of food into Mei Ya's bowl with her chopsticks. She kept nagging, "You are just too thin. You need to eat more. Don't just eat vegetables. Eat more meat. Why are you so picky?"
Meiya felt warm at heart listening to Grandma Chen's nagging. She had no complaints about the rice bowls piled up like a mountain. She just kept eating hard, until the rice piled up to her throat. Chen Qingxuan couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to stop Grandma Chen: "Grandma, if she keeps eating like this, her stomach will be hurt. Stop serving her food."
"Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong. I thought this chicken was good, so I wanted her to eat more..." Grandma Chen was so busy that she stopped her work and said self-reproachfully, "Girl, if you can't eat it, don't eat it."
Meiya was busy shaking her head: "Grandma, I'm fine."
"You can't blame me for this," Grandma Chen sighed, rubbing Meiya's head with her hand, "Girl, you never come. Every time you come, I want to take out all the delicious food I have at home and let you eat it."
"Grandma, I will come to see you more often in the future." Mei Ya's eyes were a little moist, and she was busy lowering her head to continue eating the meat in the bowl.
Grandma Chen was very busy today. After dinner, it was already dusk. She was very tired. Mei Ya helped her wash up and then she went to rest on the kang.
Meiya closed the door and came out, she saw Chen Qingxuan sitting in the outer hall, Meiya walked over and sat down as well, she said to Chen Qingxuan: "I see grandma's arm is fine now, she was able to comb her hair just now without any problem."
"She's doing fine. I was worried that she wouldn't be able to recover well due to her age," Chen Qingxuan said. He poured a cup of tea for Mei Ya and said hesitantly, "Do you want to stay here today?"
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