Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou who was burying her head even lower, and couldn't help but curl his lips. Why is this girl so thin-skinned?
She was so reluctant to get up from his lap just now, but she was so embarrassed again the next moment.
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Achou is really thin-skinned, not only because of the word "belly band" he just blurted out, there are other reasons as well.
Ah Chou has never worn a bellyband. He has never worn one. It is not because Ah Chou is too poor to wear one. It is just a foot or two of cloth. If he cannot afford silk, can he not afford cotton? Ah Chou does not wear one because he really does not need to wear one. With a body like a child, with no front or back, why would he need to wear a bellyband? But recently Ah Chou feels that his body has changed a little bit...
She seemed to have grown taller. She had more flesh on her body. Gradually, she could tell the front from the back. Although it was still not that obvious, she knew the feeling of growth very well. It was just like what the older maids in the laundry department had said. It was also just like what Grandma Chen had taught her. Ah Chou knew that she was developing into a big girl.
Ah Chou is very shy, especially in front of Zhong Mingwei.
There was no need for new clothes, and Ah Chou thought about going to the market next time to buy two feet of cloth to make a bellyband. But what kind of pattern should he embroider on his bellyband?
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"Do you think this pattern is beautiful?" Ah Chou suddenly raised his head and eagerly handed the half-finished embroidery piece of mandarin ducks playing in the water to Zhong Mingwei.
"You haven't finished embroidering yet, how can I know if it looks good or not?" Zhong Mingwei looked at the bare lotus bag on the embroidery piece and laughed.
"What about this one?" Ah Chou was busy pulling out the three finished embroidery pieces from the needlework frame and eagerly placed them in front of Zhong Mingwei. "Do you think this one is pretty? This one is a fish playing among lotus leaves, this one is a pair of flying lovers, and this one is a pair of lotus flowers. Take a look and see which one is pretty?"
"Why are you asking this for no reason?" Zhong Mingwei looked at the embroidery needle puzzledly. He really couldn't understand why Ah Chou would ask him about embroidery with this needle. When he looked at Ah Chou's face, Zhong Mingwei was even more puzzled. "Why is your face so red?"
"Who told you to look at me? Look here!" Ah Chou was so angry that he slapped Zhong Mingwei's legs hard, "Tell me quickly, which one looks better?!"
"This one." Zhong Mingwei casually pointed at the embroidered piece of twin lotus and said to Ah Chou. Actually, in his eyes, there was really no difference between the red and green patterns.
"Oh." Ah Chou stopped asking and was no longer in a hurry. He put away the embroidery pieces and unconsciously looked at the embroidery piece of the twin lotus a few more times.
"What happened?" Zhong Mingwei asked.
"I...I won't tell you! I won't tell you!" Ah Chou said to the man with a red face and stiff neck, while hurriedly getting up and leaving with the sewing basket.
"Hey, hey, hey! Why are you leaving?" Zhong Mingwei was anxious. He turned his head and watched Ah Chou's body enter the main hall. "Girl, where are you going? What are you leaving me here alone for?"
"Go bask in the sun!" Ah Chou said without even turning his head.
"Oh." Zhong Mingwei sniffed pitifully, stretched out his hand to pick up the half bowl of jasmine tea, and just brought it to his mouth, but it was snatched away by someone.
"How dare you drink such cold tea? Aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache? Are you trying to piss me off?" Ah Chou glared at him, holding the tea bowl in one hand and a blanket in the other.
Zhong Mingwei knew he was in the wrong, so he smiled and begged for mercy. Ah Chou glared at him, put down the tea bowl, and covered him with a blanket. However, Zhong Mingwei was still sweating. Just as he was about to speak, Ah Chou said sternly, "Although the sun is warming us, it's getting cold. Be careful not to let the cool wind warm you up."
"Yes, yes, yes," Zhong Mingwei nodded busily like a chicken pecking at rice, "What you have taught me is correct, sir."
"Slippery tongue!" Ah Chou glared at him again, but couldn't help laughing, and asked, "What do you want to eat this afternoon?"
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