Chapter 305

"Mr. Chen..." Ah Chou suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked at Chen Qingxuan with a little embarrassment. He hesitated and said, "I heard that the lady of the magistrate's family seems to be interested in you. I don't know what you think. Grandma Chen..."

"There is no such thing," Chen Qingxuan suddenly cut off a Chou's words. He took the veil and wiped his mouth a little impatiently, while he said to a Chou, "don't listen to that screwdriver chew the tongue."

"Oh." A Chou nodded uneasily, wondering whether he was a broken mouth or a good tongue chewing master in Chen Qingxuan's eyes, but this was not what she wanted to ask

"Grandma asked me to talk to me?" After a pause, Chen Qingxuan suddenly asked.

"No, no, no," said ah Chou, shaking her hand hurriedly and looking straight at Chen Qingxuan. She let out her anger and whispered, "grandma Chen doesn't want to force you either. She's afraid that you will be too stubborn and annoy the magistrate, which will delay your future. Chen Nai didn't say it on her pacifier, but she was worried."

"I know." Chen Qingxuan said in a deep voice.

"Oh, then Then it's all right, "said ah Cho uneasily, getting up and taking out a big food box from the kitchen. He wrapped it in a small cotton pad. Ah Cho put the box on the table and said to Chen Qingxuan," Mr. Chen, please send it up. "

"I see," Chen Qingxuan looks at the huge food box and nods. It's a Chou who has cooked food for Zhong Mingwei these two days. Only yesterday he carried two food boxes, just enough for Zhong Mingwei to eat one day later, but today there is only one. Chen Qingxuan is a little puzzled. "How can I have one today?"

"So I have to ask you to run again at noon." ah Chou was a little embarrassed, and felt that he was too much of an inch. "I want to make him a bowl of noodles and pimples soup. He'd better eat that one. It hasn't arrived for many days, but the pimples soup can't be kept for a long time, so he has to eat it ready-made, so I have to bother Mr. Chen again."

Chen Qingxuan stood so much higher than ah Chou. Ah Chou had to look up and talk to him. So ah Chou could not hide his shyness and uneasiness. He could see clearly. Somehow, he was a little uneasy. He quietly moved his eyes away and looked at the piles of dishes, bowls and bowls on the table. He couldn't say the blocking.

"All right?" After a long time without Chen Qingxuan's reply, ah Chou was a little worried. "Otherwise, I'll send it up and take it in at the door. You don't need to go down the mountain..."

"No, I'll just come here to get it. You haven't got a good typhoid fever yet, but you can't run out," Chen Qingxuan said hurriedly. He walked out with his food box and asked ah CHO, "I've prepared all the herbs. You'll fry them for an hour. You must drink them and remember?"

"Yes, I remember," ah Chou said hurriedly. She was looking forward to getting better soon, so she didn't dare to drink less. She followed Chen Qingxuan and sent him out, but she was too busy to stop. She saw Chen Qingxuan coming out of the door in a cloak. She hesitated, but she still opened her mouth. "Mr. Chen, could you please take some with you A book for him? He likes reading. "

Chen qingxuandun stops, turns around and enters the room, puts down the food box in his hand, and asks ah Chou, "what kind of books does he like to read?"

"I don't know," said ah Chou. She didn't know. She didn't know a few words. She was afraid Zhong Mingwei would despise her. So she never spoke to Zhong Mingwei. Ah Chou hesitated for a while, and looked up at Chen Qingxuan. He said with a little embarrassment, "Mr. Chen, you can choose any number of books. You have knowledge. The books you choose must be all of them Good book. "

"That's it." Chen Qingxuan nodded with a smile and entered the study to select books.

……

When Chen Qingxuan came in, Zhong Mingwei had already got up, washed himself well, his knee was still red and swollen, but the injury on his foot was much better today, Zhong Mingwei's mood was much better, just looking at the snow outside, his brow was frowning all the time.

Chen Qingxuan, shaking the snow on his cloak, went into the bedroom, put the food box on the small table, and at the same time went to remove the tightly wrapped cotton mattress. At the same time, he asked Zhong Mingwei, "how is your leg injury today, sir?"