Chapter 113

"Well, listen to you," Zhong Mingwei replied, nodding again for a while. "I'll pick out the fish for you later."

"Let's just say that," said ah Chou with a smile and a wink at him. "A good-looking man has to say what he says. I can't stand by him, but I have a strong hatred. If you don't challenge me once, I will hate you forever."

"Don't worry, I'll do what I say." Zhong Mingwei followed her and smiled, his eyes a little sour.

Jiasheng, August 15, 2002

ningguta.

In this year's Mid Autumn Festival, Zhong Mingwei and a Chou finally got the stewed fish they were thinking about.

The fish was bought by ah Chou from the market. She went down the mountain early this day. It was the first big festival she had with Zhong Mingwei. Ah Chou attached great importance to it and planned the menu from the first few days.

Only when he arrived at the foot of the mountain, ah Chou was stopped by grandma Chen.

"Girl! Girl! " Grandma Chen stood in the fence yard and waved to ah Chou, "come here, girl!"

"Alas!" A Chou was so busy that he trotted past with the bamboo basket on his back. He looked at the hoe in grandma Chen's hand and the cabbage growing in the fence yard. A Chou said with a smile, "grandma Chen, the cabbage you planted is so good. Last time I went down the mountain, the cabbage was just a little bit. Now the leaves are so big!"

"Where is this? When you come back next month, the cabbage will make a big circle," grandma Chen said with a smile, putting down her hoe and opening the gate of the courtyard, leading ah Chou in, complaining incessantly. "You are a real girl, let you take the money. How can you keep grinding and hawing? I've been waiting for you for a long time, thinking that if you don't go down the mountain again, I'll send you up the mountain. How can I send the money to you before the Mid Autumn Festival? "

"Grandma, it's all my fault. As soon as you are busy at home, I'll forget about it." Ah Chou laughed and helped grandma Chen into the room.

A Chou is very busy these days. Ningguta comes early in autumn. Although it's only in the middle of August, it's already in late autumn. A Chou is busy with the cleaning and changing seasons these days. There are five quilts in his family, plus miscellaneous blankets and so on. It's enough. It's too long when Zhong Mingwei is paralyzed. A Chou tore many quilt sheets for him to use as cushions. Now it's difficult No need of quilt surface. But it's too expensive to tear the quilt surface. Ah Chou is reluctant to part with it. So in recent days, he has made a list of Zhong Mingwei's worn-out clothes for the cutting tailor. Although the color splicing looks strange, the good thing is that Zhong Mingwei's clothes are mostly light colors such as white, blue grey and bamboo green, so they are not so abrupt.

"Oh, it's OK. It's OK. I'll be busy with you first." Grandma Chen is very busy.

From Uncle Chen's mouth, grandma Chen has probably learned about the situation of a Chou's family. It's not easy for a 16-year-old female doll to run a family and take care of an elder with inconvenient legs and feet.

This is what Uncle Chen said.

In Chen Shu's eyes, ah Chou is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he is also a little doll. He naturally will not associate ah Chou with his marriage. In addition to Zhong Mingwei's age and the way of getting along with them, Chen Shu naturally thinks that they are the elders and the younger generation. But looking at Zhong Mingwei, he is not like ah Chou's father Zhong Mingwei must be ah Chou's uncle.

"Is Mr. Chen not in?" Into the room, ah Chou did not see Chen Qingxuan, casually asked grandma Chen.

"Oh, I was picked up by the magistrate in the early morning. It said that there was a mid autumn Festival poetry fair. I think it's a big room for people to eat, drink and flatter," said Grandma Chen, obviously unhappy. "I have to do it once or twice a year. Qingxuan is bored, but I can't help it."

"Mr. Chen has knowledge, and the magistrate naturally values it." Ah Cho didn't know much about this, so he had to say it now.