Chapter 267

But this time it didn't take long to sleep, and the stomach hurt again. Ah Chou opened his eyes with great effort, panting, and congratulated that Zhong Mingwei's hand had not been put on his body. The sky outside was already dark. Ah Chou went to the Kang with light hands and feet, tucked in the quilt for Zhong Mingwei, and went out with his clothes on.

Ah Chou went to the side room and took the cotton pad, while he took the brown sugar. He was going to cook a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea in the kitchen. Zhong Mingwei was still asleep. Naturally, she didn't want to "crackle" the fire in the room. She didn't have to wake up Zhong Mingwei.

Just, I forgot to fetch water last night.

Ah Chou looks at the empty bucket. He carries the bucket to the well to draw water, but The well water froze as if it were thick.

Ah Chou stood by the well, frowning, and then went to the kitchen to look for a big stone and moved it out. Just about to smash it into the well, she suddenly remembered that when she smashed the ice and broke the water, Zhong Mingwei pushed open the window and startled her face. She looked at the window door with a broken corner, and put down the big stone in her hand. Then she lifted the bucket and made it light Feet out of the yard, along the mountain road, painstakingly down the snow.

In fact, it's not impossible to dig snow and make tea. It's just that the snow was still falling years ago. After a few days of wind and sun, a Chou felt unclean. A few days ago, he made a living and burned tea. As a result, there was a lot of ash in the tea. It was too hard to prick his throat. A Chou felt that he couldn't drink it. Zhong Mingwei thought it more difficult to swallow it?

Zhong Mingwei has been suffering from medicine drinking these two days. Ah Chou is reluctant to let her drink such dirty tea. What's more, she also wants to make tea for Zhong Mingwei with jasmine flowers and go to the bitter taste in her mouth.

So, go down the mountain and take a bucket of water.

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When Zhong Mingwei woke up, ah Chou was so busy that he took a bowl of hot jasmine tea and sent it to him. He said with a smile, "I just made it. Drink it."

"It's really fragrant," Zhong Mingwei boasted, smelling the fragrance of jasmine. "Girl, you are more and more able to make tea."

"What's wrong with my cleverness?" Ah Chou smiled smugly and sent the tea to Zhong Mingwei, asking, "is it better today? Isn't there a smell in your mouth? "

"It's much better," said Zhong Mingwei, chuckling as he sipped his tea. "It's just that you won't let me go anywhere on the Kang these days. It's really boring. It's so good today. You can help me out later."

"Today No, in two days. " Ah Chou was a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Mingwei frowned at ah Chou, looked at his red face, and then understood. He put down the tea bowl in his hand and held ah Chou's hand at the same time. In a small voice, he said, "it's inconvenient for him."

"Well," said ah Chou in a low voice, pulling his hand out of Zhong Mingwei's hand, and sitting in front of the kitchen table, while making a fire, he said to Zhong Mingwei, "let's have some pimple soup today."

"Wench," Zhong Mingwei thought that ah Chou was not right, and he asked anxiously, "does it hurt badly? If you have a stomachache, come up and have a rest. I'll cook. "

Zhong Mingwei watched ah Chou cook all day and learned a lot of skills. The natural flavor can't be compared with ah Chou, but he was careless. At present, Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he opened the quilt and helped the Kang side to get off the Kang.

"It's OK. It's just that there's a little pain in the stomach. It's very comfortable to sit here. You don't need to come down," said ah Chou, who was too busy to stop Zhong Mingwei. He was afraid that he would catch cold again before he could get better. After a while, he said, "knead the stomach for me."

"Oh." Zhong Mingwei didn't insist any more. He stretched out his leg and put on the quilt. Now he is more cautious than before. He didn't take illness as illness before, but now it's only a cold area. He's like an enemy. He's not afraid of death. He's afraid of causing trouble to ah Chou. In order to take care of him these days, ah Chou hasn't had a good rest , Zhong Mingwei is really distressed. At this time, he hopes that he can do well. Don't let ah Chou suffer.

"Since when did it hurt?" After a meal, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help asking ah Chou. Once upon a time, he always reminded ah Chou that he kneaded her for several days to boil ginger and brown sugar tea. This time, he was ill and didn't care about it. He didn't even know when ah Chou had stomachache. Zhong Mingwei inevitably felt a little self reproach.