"Madam, what are you talking about?" Chen Qingxuan couldn't help laughing. He stamped the snow on his cotton shoes. While looking at Meiya's flushed face, Chen Qingxuan felt that Meiya had become more beautiful. Of course, he didn't think Meiya was ugly before, but now. Meiya is obviously more beautiful and delicate than before. The little girl who was always unkempt and timid in front of everyone before is now so radiant, and her conversation is more confident and confident. Chen Qingxuan knew that this confidence and confidence did not come from the sudden imperial decree of the emperor, so Chen Qingxuan was particularly happy for Meiya.
"You have to stay today anyway." Mei Ya insisted. At the same time, she said with a smile, "I'm making eight-treasure porridge today. I'm good at it. You'll regret it if you don't drink it."
"In that case, I can't leave any regrets." Chen Qingxuan said with a smile, nodding to Mei Ya. He showed three fingers and said, "I will order three bowls of eight-treasure porridge from Madam first."
"Oh! OK! We agreed on three big bowls. Don't miss a single bite!" Mei Ya was so happy that her eyes narrowed into lines. She hurriedly urged Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, I won't waste your time. Mr. Ding is still waiting for you."
"Okay," Chen Qingxuan nodded and walked towards Ding Yunwen's room. Then he ran into Zhong Mingwei who came out of the room. He immediately bowed and said, "Hello, Master."
"Okay, come in quickly," Zhong Mingwei nodded, and when he saw Chen Qingxuan enter the room, he rolled his eyes at the closed door, then slowly walked to Mei Ya's side, leaning against a pillar and standing diagonally, looking down at Mei Ya, with an expression that said he was very unhappy, "You are really going too far now."
"How did I go too far? I just invited Mr. Chen to have a meal with me. What are you thinking about? Stand still and talk to me properly," Mei Ya couldn't stand Zhong Mingwei's lazy behavior, and was also afraid that he would strain his injured leg by standing like this. "You are already 34 years old, but you don't know how to stand or sit properly. It's a pity that you grew up listening to Mr. Ding's teachings."
"I said! Don't mention my fake age! You mentioned it again! Humph!" Zhong Mingwei immediately felt bad, the New Year was just around the corner, everyone was busy and happy, but he just couldn't be happy. The closer it was to the end of the year, the more irritable he became, simply because after this New Year, he would be one year older.
"You're already thirty-four even if I didn't mention it," Mei Ya said with a look of disdain, gnawing at Zhong Mingwei, "and according to Grandma Chen, you're already thirty-six."
Grandma Chen was talking about the age in virtual years, and virtual years meant two years. Of course, this was all said for Chen Qingxuan to hear, and her words were full of urging for marriage. Even though the old lady no longer forced Chen Qingxuan to get married and have children, and asked him to prepare for the exam, she could not resist the desire for a granddaughter-in-law and a great-grandson, so the older he got, the more she would bring up age, causing Chen Qingxuan to run to Nanshan Villa from time to time. On the one hand, he was really willing to follow Ding Yun to improve his literary skills, and on the other hand, he also wanted to avoid some peace and quiet.
Zhong Mingwei looked hopeless: "So you are going to find your man's shortcomings and stab him in the heart every day?"
"Then don't be polite, just stab me once a day. No, no, no, I'm much more generous than you, you can stab me more often," Mei Ya looked at him and couldn't help but smile, and at the same time couldn't help but sigh, "Oh! I'm almost 18 years old, time really flies by!"
The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "..."
He kind of wanted to hit someone, he really wanted to!
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