Zhong Mingwei was a little dazed. He used to eat such exquisite noodle soup often. But in the past six months, he had no chance to taste it. But today, Ah Chou brought it to him. Just like the chicken noodles that the cook carefully served him in the morning of the past.
"Did you do this?" Zhong Mingwei asked knowingly, looking at Ah Chou in disbelief.
"Who else?" Ah Chou raised his chin. He was very proud and said, "Although I am just a maid, I have experienced the world. Don't look down on me!"
Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but purse his lips, picked up the chopsticks, but was a little reluctant to move them. He looked left and right. He didn't pick up the chopsticks for a long time. This time, Ah Chou was a little anxious. He hurried over and whispered: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Why don't you eat?"
"Girl. Don't make it so beautiful next time." Zhong Mingwei said to Achou seriously.
"Why?" Ah Chou didn't understand. She frowned and pinched her waist. She was obviously unhappy because of this bowl of noodles. She was busy in the kitchen before dawn, and her back and waist ached, not because she was waiting for Zhong Mingwei to say this.
"It's so beautiful, I can't bear to eat it." Zhong Mingwei told the truth, and while looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him, he continued to sigh, "This is art. Art is for appreciation. How can you eat it? It's too much! Too much!"
"Don't give me that! You look like you have honey on your lips now, but you will be eager to eat later?" Ah Chou laughed and patted Zhong Mingwei's head lightly, urging him, "Don't waste time, eat quickly, or the noodles will be sour soon."
Zhong Mingwei finally stopped nagging and started eating with chopsticks in hand. Ah Chou also took her own bowl and sat on the side, eating noisily. She was born as a palace maid and had always eaten in any corner since she was a child. How could she follow any rules and etiquette? When she first came to Ningguta, she knew how to restrain herself and chew slowly and patiently. But now, after a long time, she no longer restrained herself in front of Zhong Mingwei and returned to her former virtues. Zhong Mingwei did not think she was rude. Instead, she led him to completely forget the palace etiquette that he had cultivated for more than 30 years.
"Why is there only... one strand of noodles in my bowl?" After eating for a while, Zhong Mingwei realized something was wrong. He lifted the noodles up high and found that the noodles were still intact. He was very surprised and pushed the chopsticks up hard until his hands could not lift any higher. However, the noodles were still not broken. Zhong Mingwei put down his chopsticks and looked at Ah Chou in disbelief. "How...how did you do that?"
"This is longevity noodles? Of course there's only one," Ah Chou was also surprised. She put down her bowl and chopsticks and looked at Zhong Mingwei with a frown, "Have you never eaten longevity noodles before?"
Zhong Mingwei silently lowered his head and drank a mouthful of noodle soup, saying in a deep voice: "I have never eaten it before."
Ah Chou was startled, then curled his lips and said, "I don't believe it. How could you not have eaten it? Even the housekeeper of the Duan Mansion, an old man in his seventies, has to eat longevity noodles on his birthday. People like you naturally have to be more particular about your birthday. Oh, I learned from him that you have to eat longevity noodles like this on your birthday."
"I really haven't eaten it before," Zhong Mingwei stirred the noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks for a while, paused, and then said in a deep voice, "July 7 is my birthday and also the anniversary of my mother's death, so I have never celebrated my birthday. At this time of year in previous years, I would kneel down and worship my mother in Baohua Temple."
Ah Chou's heart skipped a beat before he realized that today was indeed the anniversary of the death of Empress Zhenxian. He was immediately at a loss, "Well...well, I forgot. I just remembered that today was your birthday, but I forgot...I forgot that it was also the anniversary of the death of Empress Zhenxian. How about I go and prepare some paper money or something? There must be some for sale at the market, but it's a little rushed...and a little shabby. Don't...don't despise me. I will definitely pick the best paper money to buy..."
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