The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 213: Laba porridge

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"I must wear it these days." Zhong Mingwei put it on for A Chou without saying a word. There was a kang burning in the room. Although it was warm, A Chou went to the outer hall to get things from time to time, and the outer hall was still It's quite cold, and A Chou's body has been afraid of the cold these days.

"As soon as I put them on, it was hard to walk," A Chou complained. As he fastened his belt, he jumped out of bed, took out socks for Zhong Mingwei to put on, rubbed Zhong Mingwei's knees and asked, "How are you today? Are you there? Why don't you get out of bed? Stay in bed for one more day?"

A few days ago, Zhong Mingwei's knees were not very comfortable. He lay in bed for two days without getting out of bed, which made A Chou very anxious. Fortunately, there was ointment sent by the palace at home, which was comparable to the one at Ninggu Pagoda. The plaster was very effective. Zhong Mingwei felt much better after applying it for a few days.

"It's okay, it's much better. If you don't get up, you will be lying down." Zhong Mingwei said, he used to lie in bed for several months and didn't feel anything bad. Later, when he was able to get out of bed, he couldn't lie down anymore. A Chou helped him walk around in the yard or house every day. He felt uncomfortable every time he lay down for the past few days.

"That's it, just don't force it too hard," A Chou explained as he put on Zhong Mingwei's shoes and socks, "You're not allowed to get out of bed for too long. You have to go to bed to rest after eating."

"There's nothing to do in bed, so we might as well walk around the room." Zhong Mingwei was a little unhappy and sat in front of the stove without being supported by A Chou.

"That's not possible. I'll rub your legs after breakfast. Don't be too tired," A Chou said, bringing water in from the outer hall and scooping it into the pot. " If you feel bored, just pick up a book and read it, you have it at home."

"What are you reading in broad daylight?" Zhong Mingwei said uncomfortably, while skillfully lighting the fire and putting it in the stove.

"Who doesn't read in broad daylight? You are different from others, you have to read at night." When he mentioned reading, A Chou couldn't help complaining to Zhong Mingwei, and glanced at the kang, Suddenly I was confused again, "Didn't I put all the books on the kang for you? Why are they all gone?"

"I put them away. They are placed everywhere and they are in the way." Zhong Mingwei really didn't want to mention the twelve books to A Chou, so he urged A Chou and said, "I don't mean to Are you making Laba porridge? Go wash the beans."

"Oh." Achou was busy washing beans in the outer hall.

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After cooking the porridge, the two of them sat on the kang to have breakfast.

It’s not that A Chou never had porridge in the past, but it’s just not as rich in content as eight-treasure porridge. There are so many types of beans in it. Even though Zhong Mingwei has been doing housework for several months, there are still several types that he doesn’t recognize.

"What kind of bean is this?" Zhong Mingwei asked A Chou, staring at a large red bean in the spoon.

"This is a kidney bean," A Chou opened his mouth and ate the big kidney bean from Zhong Mingwei's spoon, and said with a smile, "Don't you really like eating sticky bean buns? The filling inside is kidney beans. Yeah."

"It's true," Zhong Mingwei dug out another spoon and ate it, and then he tasted it. While savoring the sweetness of the kidney beans, he said with a smile, "It seems that I haven't eaten sticky bean buns for a long time."

"Why don't you just say you want to eat it? Look at your hypocritical virtues," A Chou pinched the tip of Zhong Mingwei's nose and said with a little embarrassment, "I don't know how to make sticky bean buns, but Grandma Chen knows how to cook. How about after dinner, I bring some food down the mountain and ask her to make some sticky bean buns for us?"

"No, no, no, I just said it casually," Zhong Mingwei said hurriedly, while scooping a spoon of Laba porridge to drink, he told A Chou, "The snow is so thick, don't worry about it and just run down the mountain. The ground is slippery."

"I see, you are verbose again." A Chou muttered, picking up pickles with chopsticks to eat, and looking at the man opposite who was drinking porridge. A Chou felt warm in his heart, and he was about to reach his age. , this was her and Zhong Mingwei’s first Spring Festival, and she had to prepare some gifts for Zhong Mingwei. She had bought a gift for Zhong Mingwei at the market two days ago, but she was too embarrassed to take it out, always feeling that Zhong Mingwei Look down on it.

"Look what I'm doing?" Zhong Mingwei raised his head and met A Chou's straight eyes.

"You look good." A Chou said with a smile.

"Nonsense, this face is unshaven. I haven't washed my face until now. How can I look better?" Zhong Mingwei laughed dumbly and wiped his chin. The beard was a little longer, and the stubble was hard and prickly. He started, "Girl, give me a beard in a minute."