"It's okay. You just have to practice slowly." Zhong Mingwei lay on the bed, and Ah Chou put the tray in front of the pillow. The bowl of noodles was inside. At this time, he held the bowl with one hand and held the chopsticks with the other. He struggled and clumsily picked up the noodles, and finally managed to suck a noodle in. At that moment, not only Zhong Mingwei, but also Ah Chou breathed a sigh of relief, and then they both laughed again.
"I insist on eating noodles," Ah Chou started to pick up his chopsticks. While slurping the noodles, he kept complaining to Zhong Mingwei, "Your hands are not working well yet. Why are you eating noodles? Aren't you asking for trouble?"
"Not only today, but tomorrow, I want to eat noodles too." Zhong Mingwei looked calm, and he was struggling to hold the chopsticks. He finally put a chopstick of fungus into his mouth. He bit it with a "crunch" sound. It was very delicious.
How could Ah Chou not understand? Zhong Mingwei was so anxious to recover that he even took the time to eat. But seeing his forehead covered in sweat, Ah Chou felt really distressed.
"This fungus is really delicious." Zhong Mingwei ate another piece of fungus. The middle-aged man who used to have no taste for abalone, shark's fin, and fish maw, now felt like Ah Chou had opened a door to a new world. Everything he ate tasted delicious and fresh. "Very refreshing."
"You call this refreshing? I'll make you a cold dish tomorrow so you can experience what real refreshing taste is." Ah Chou smiled while biting the tip of his chopsticks. He felt indescribably happy when he saw Zhong Mingwei slurping the noodles.
"Who did you learn cooking from?" After dinner, Ah Chou brought in a big bowl of jasmine tea for Zhong Mingwei. Zhong Mingwei sniffed the rich jasmine fragrance and felt lazy all over.
"How can a palace maid not know how to cook? What do you mean you have to earn your own living? Do you have to find someone to serve you?" Ah Chou said with disdain, while scooping a lump of ointment on the man's back. The bedsores in other places were all healed, except for this one, which was the size of a palm. Ah Chou applied the ointment to Zhong Mingwei twice a day, "Does it still hurt?"
"A little bit." Zhong Mingwei squinted his eyes and hummed.
Seeing him in such a dazed and lazy look, Ah Chou knew that he was comfortable. Ah Chou wanted to hit him a little, but he wanted to make him more comfortable. So he put a little strength in his hands and pinched the man's waist. After lying down all day, the lower back must be the most tired. Sure enough, the man hummed louder and was obviously more comfortable.
"In a few days, when you feel better, I will help you go outside to bask in the sun." Achou said while rubbing his waist.
Achou knew that the man was feeling very depressed, and had long wanted to take him out to bask in the sun. However, Zhong Mingwei was very passive and uncooperative at the beginning, and Zhong Mingwei was so paralyzed that a skinny girl like Achou could not carry him even if she was very strong. But now the situation is different, Zhong Mingwei has become active, so Achou once again thought of taking the man out to bask in the sun.
"Yeah." As expected, Zhong Mingwei cooperated very well and had no objection.
After a pause, Ah Chou continued, "But I have to prepare a recliner for you first."
Zhong Mingwei's eyes, which had been narrowed, suddenly opened and he looked at Ah Chou intently. Ah Chou's scalp tingled when he looked at him: "What's wrong?"
"Is there enough money?" Zhong Mingwei asked, obviously feeling a little embarrassed and awkward.
Since he was born, he has never worried about money, let alone asking about household expenses. During this period of time, he ate and drank well every day, but he felt quite uneasy. He knew that he was spending Ah Chou's savings, and he also knew that Ah Chou's savings must not be much. He knew even more that living off the savings like this was not a solution. There were several times when he wanted to ask, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips. His identity and age made it impossible for him to open his mouth, especially now that he was in this situation, so even if he asked, what would it matter?
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