Chapter 180

Maybe it's a comfortable life in recent days. Ah Cho's skin is much more delicate than when he just came to ningguta. Once the skin is better, it will be more white. Especially, ah Cho's skin is originally white, but it used to be unhealthy and yellowish white at first sight, but now it's red, healthy and white. It's really like a peeled boiled egg.

Zhong Mingwei looks at ah Chou's side face firmly. At this time, he's a little crazy. He uses the eyes that he doesn't know, but others can move when they look at him. Once upon a time, one eye can make people split. Now, such eyes can be boring to death.

Obviously, this is the person he can see all the time. Obviously, this is not the face of the country.

But this is his sharp heart. He can't be tired of it all his life.

At this moment, his sharp heart is concentrating on making clothes for others to marry. His heart is really not good. As he rubs his legs, he thinks in his heart, he must be better soon. As soon as next spring begins, he will be better. He will go down the mountain to buy the best silk for his sharp heart, and ask the best embroiderer to make it for him A phoenix crown of her own.

However, the girl is afraid that she can't see the embroidery work of others. She must quarrel to embroider by herself?

In this way, then, she will embroider. She will embroider whatever flowers she likes.

……

Zhong Mingwei thought, holding his lips, watching that ah Chou had already embroidered half the word "zhe". That "zhe" can't be about the size of the nail plate. Although only half of them are embroidered, it's very delicate and beautiful. Not only does Zhong Mingwei think it's good, but even ah Chou is very satisfied. She straightened her waist and was a little sour. Then Zhong Mingwei was busy to serve another bowl of red sugar and dates tea come here.

"Didn't you just drink it? How can I have another drink? " Ah Chou mumbled. She was not happy. She liked to drink jujube tea. Yes, but she couldn't stand it.

"You have to drink it," Zhong Mingwei urged her, coaxing patiently. "Drink more, and then you will have less pain."

"It's so long winded. It's all in charge of everything. Sometimes, I always think you're like my father." ah Chou complained in a small voice. She went to drink the bowl of brown sugar jujube tea after all, but she didn't finish it. She handed the remaining half bowl of black sugar jujube tea to Zhong Mingwei and complained to him repeatedly. "No, I really can't drink it anymore, and I can't even have supper Now! "

"I see." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile and bowed his head to drink the half bowl of sweet and greasy jujube tea.

On the 10th day of October, the 32nd year of Jiasheng, Ninggu pagoda.

In recent days, he didn't drink less brown sugar and jujube tea, but this time, ah Chou's stomach still hurt. Ah Chou hummed and hawed from noon. After lunch, he didn't even want to wash the bowl. In Zhong Mingwei's arms, he was kneaded by a man.

"And I'll make you some brown sugar ginger tea?" Zhong Mingwei was a little uneasy. He wrapped the quilt tightly and didn't let any wind leak in. Although the Kang was burning in the room, it was not cold at all.

"I don't want to drink it, but now it's Ginger when I gasp," ah Chou mumbled, reluctantly, drilling into the man's bad son again, with his hands around the man's waist, like a spoiled baby. "It's good to rub."

In fact, it's true that ah Chou's stomach still hurts this time, but it's also a slight pain. In fact, she put up with it a little bit, but she didn't want to tell Zhong Mingwei privately, so she pretended to hum in the same low voice as before. She didn't want Zhong Mingwei to know that she expected to be so close to Zhong Mingwei every month.

"It can be seen that I'm more effective than soup and medicine." Zhong Mingwei knows that ah Chou is playing coquettish. Now he doesn't worry about it. He rubs ah Chou's belly. Recently, ah Chou has flesh on his body. His stomach is still flat, but it's not as shriveled as before. Zhong Mingwei can feel the softness on it across his clothes. "He has a stomachache. Look for an old bear. Old bear is not at home, look for three scars, three scars at home sharpen knife, frighten child well, still hurt? It doesn't hurt... "