"You think about food and drink all the time, but you don't seem to gain weight," Zhong Mingwei raised his eyebrows and smiled. At the same time, he whispered, "Then let's make dumplings for dinner? With shepherd's purse filling?"
"Okay, shepherd's purse vermicelli with some meat. Hehehe, I'm craving that, too." Ah Chou said with a smile. He pinched Zhong Mingwei's nose again and said, "By the way, don't always blame me. What do you like to eat?"
Zhong Mingwei was stunned and couldn't answer this question for a moment.
He has no favorite food. A king has no preferences. This is what the Queen Mother taught him long ago.
When he was a kid, he just ate one more bite of crispy chicken, and the Queen Mother held his chopsticks. She told Bi Qiao to take the crispy chicken away. He didn't understand. He stared at the crispy chicken that was getting farther and farther away from the plate.
No matter how much he liked a dish, he could only eat it with three chopsticks at most. This was the art of being an emperor that he had learned since he was a child. At that time, he didn't understand why he couldn't enjoy his favorite crispy chicken to his heart's content, and he even made a scene in the Cining Palace because of it.
What did the Queen Mother say later?
"Mingwei, not showing favoritism and being moderate is the way to be a king," the Queen Mother said slowly while wiping his tears, "When you grow up, you will understand."
Later, when he grew up, he really understood.
He gradually grew up to meet the empress dowager's expectations and became the shrewd and unshakable Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace. His position became more and more stable, his temper became more and more gloomy, and he smiled less and less. Then he became more and more impressed by the empress dowager's wisdom.
Be impartial and know how to exercise moderation, this applies to things as well as people. Otherwise, you will have a weak spot and be vulnerable to being stabbed in the back.
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"What do you like to eat?" Ah Chou was a little impatient and pinched Zhong Mingwei's nose again.
"Dumplings," Zhong Mingwei came back to his senses and looked at Ah Chou's big smile. He felt his heart soften. "I like the dumplings you make."
"Hehehe, then I'll go and knead the dough, and we'll eat dumplings today!" Ah Chou got out of bed happily, and then jumped out, humming an opera he had heard from somewhere, "He looks at us, and we look at him. He and I, and we share him, and we both care about each other so much. How can enemies achieve marriage? Let him die in front of the King of Hell..."
June 2, the 32nd year of Jiasheng
Ningguta.
It rained for two days and the sky cleared up today. After having breakfast for Zhong Mingwei, Ah Chou went out with a big bamboo basket on her back. In the mountains after the rain, mushrooms and fungus were indispensable. Ah Chou didn't know mushrooms very well, but she knew fungus. She walked and stopped along the way, and when she reached the foot of the mountain, she had picked most of the basket of fungus.
"Girl, are you going out again today?" Chen Qingxuan came out to pour water and saw Ah Chou pulling wood ears on their fence.
"Ah?" Ah Chou was startled. She was still holding some wood ear mushrooms on someone's fence. Who would have thought that she would be caught in the act? Her face immediately turned red. She let go of the fence stake awkwardly and said, "...The rain has stopped, hasn't it? I came out to pick some wood ear mushrooms to take back."
"Are you thirsty?" Chen Qingxuan noticed her discomfort and tried to smooth things over. "I have some freshly brewed jujube tea at home. Come in and have a taste, young lady."
"Is it convenient?" Ah Chou was really embarrassed to always disturb others. She looked at the mud on her shoes and felt even more embarrassed. She waved her hands and said, "No, I'm not thirsty. I picked so many fungus that I'm afraid I can't finish them all at once. I'll give you half!"
"It is said that one cannot receive gifts without merit. If you don't come in and have a cup of hot tea, I will definitely not accept this fungus," Chen Qingxuan said with a smile. While opening the door, he urged Ah Chou, "Come in quickly."
Ah Chou had no choice but to follow him into the yard, and while he was shaking the mud off the soles of his shoes on the steps, he followed Chen Qingxuan into the main hall. However, there was not only Chen Qingxuan in the main hall today, there was also a white-haired old lady embroidering flowers in front of the windowsill.
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