"I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. My stomach feels warm." Ah Chou smiled at Grandma Chen shyly, wiping the sweat off his face. After drinking such a big bowl of ginger and brown sugar water, it seemed that all the pores on my body opened up, and sweat poured out. My body felt warm and comfortable.
"If you still have stomach pain during your period, drink this ginger and brown sugar water. It will definitely work," Grandma Chen said, pausing. Then she said seriously, "You must keep warm. Girls can't ignore this. It's important to get married and have children in the future."
"Grandma, I understand." Ah Chou's face turned red as if blood was about to drip out.
"Yes, yes, I won't say more," Grandma Chen smiled and patted the back of Ah Chou's hand. She took over the needlework basket. She took out a few pieces of embroidery from it and handed them to Ah Chou to see. She said, "There will be a wedding in the village at the end of the year. I have asked you to do the embroidery work. The bride's family is rich. The bride is picky and thinks that the local embroidery is poor, so I took the bamboo leaf you embroidered to her. Her family is very satisfied, but they are not very confident about you, a girl from outside, so they let the wedding dress be made by the embroiderer in the town. You can embroider four pieces for her and she will use them on her bellyband. But she also told me that as long as she is satisfied, she will not let you down, at least one penny."
"Really?" Ah Chou was extremely surprised and asked happily, "Did she say what color she wanted?"
"Mandarin ducks playing in the water, flying with wings together, lotus flowers with two stems, fish playing on lotus leaves, can you do all of these?" Seeing how young she was, Grandma Chen couldn't help but feel a little worried. "Do you want me to find embroidery patterns for you?"
"No, no, I can do it! I can do it!" Ah Chou hurriedly shook her head. What kind of embroidery had she not seen in the palace? This trick was naturally not difficult for her.
"That's fine. You embroidered well this time. Next time, someone will ask you to embroider wedding dresses. You can earn much more money than this," said Grandma Chen with a smile, pushing the needlework basket in front of Ah Chou. "The needles and threads are all here. Just finish the embroidery before the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Well, thank you, grandma. When I get the money, I will go to the market to buy some cakes to honor you!" Ah Chou took the sewing basket, held it in his hands, looked at the needles and threads inside, and liked it more and more.
"Hahaha, the old woman is waiting for the pastries your girl bought!" Grandma Chen said with a smile.
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After thanking Grandma Chen, Ah Chou went up the mountain carrying the sewing basket. In the basket were not only needles and thread, but also a bag of brown sugar that Grandma Chen had put in. Ah Chou felt warm physically and mentally. All the way, he kept thinking that he must do the embroidery well so as not to embarrass Grandma Chen and to repay her in the future.
When he got home, it was already noon. Achou did not put the brown sugar in the kitchen, but put it in a box in the house. Brown sugar is more expensive than rock sugar. Achou treasures it very much and is afraid that there will be mice in the kitchen and ruin the precious brown sugar.
"Girl!"
Achou had just put the brown sugar in the place when she heard Zhong Mingwei calling her from the room. Achou hurriedly responded and went over.
"What's wrong?" Ah Chou came in hurriedly, "Are you thirsty?"
As Ah Chou spoke, she walked over and saw that there was still half a bowl of tea left on the small table beside the bed. This was what she had poured for Zhong Mingwei before she went out. Ah Chou then breathed a sigh of relief.
"What happened to you last night?" Zhong Mingwei asked her sideways, "Why did you keep tossing and turning? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"You can still hear me through two walls?" Ah Chou muttered softly. While sitting on the edge of the bed and massaging Zhong Mingwei's waist, he casually said, "It's nothing. I just had a nightmare and was so scared that I couldn't sleep."
"Are you afraid of sleeping alone?" Zhong Mingwei asked. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a little embarrassed. Why was he asking someone this for no reason?
"I...what do I have to be afraid of?" Ah Chou muttered, glancing at Zhong Mingwei and lowering his voice. "You are right here. You will answer me when I call you. What should I be afraid of?"
Zhong Mingwei felt a little sad, so I could only respond.
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