The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 247: Uncle Zhong

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"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Liao Chongwu finally waited until Zou Shijie left. He rushed over in a hurry and saw Zhong Ming'e holding a chair that was about to fall. He was so busy that he stepped forward to support Zhong Ming'e and looked at his forehead. Liao Chongwu felt so distressed that he didn't know how to get over the sweat oozing out from his front. He immediately carried Zhong Ming'e into the study to rest.

"Go...instruct the kitchen to stew a cup of honey bird's nest for the princess," Zhong Ming'e lay in Liao Chongwu's arms and spoke with difficulty, "Use the blood bird's nest."

Although he sometimes didn't like Zou Shijie as his brother-in-law very much, Zou Shijie was always loyal to him. He had to reciprocate his kindness. What's more, what happened with Liao Chongwu now, it was inevitable that he would have some feelings for Zou. Feeling guilty.

"Yes, I will obey." Liao Chongwu's eyes darkened, but he finally agreed.

……

The third day of the first lunar month in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng.

Ninggu Pagoda.

The stomachache that I had been looking forward to for several days did not arrive as expected. A Chou was happy and worried at the same time. To be honest, she really didn’t like those days of the month. She felt terribly uncomfortable at night. He didn’t dare to turn over while sleeping, for fear of staining the quilt...ahem, and Zhong Mingwei’s clothes. Although Zhong Mingwei didn’t seem to care much about this, the more he was at that moment, the tighter he hugged A Chou. , sometimes she would rub A Chou's belly all night long, but A Chou still cared about her. She was already thin-skinned, and as time went by, her skin became even thinner.

So, Ah Chou really hopes that she will never have this trouble that is unique to women in this life, but Grandma Chen said again that women must have this problem, otherwise they will not be considered normal women, so Ah Chou Ugly but I hope I can stay normal forever...

In a word, Ah Chou is very distressed now, especially since Zhong Mingwei is making brown sugar and **** tea for her again, and scolding her over and over again!

Ahhhhh!

I haven’t posted anything these days!

"I told you to buy donkey-hide gelatin, but you see you are reluctant to buy it," Zhong Mingwei kept scolding A Chou while lighting the fire, "This brown sugar is cheap, but how can it be compared with donkey-hide gelatin? Besides, Okay, how expensive can donkey-hide gelatin be, and how much more expensive can it be than your body? Now you are young and don’t know how to take care of it. When you get older, let’s see how you regret it. Then..."

"I know, I know! My Uncle Zhong!" Ah Chou's ears were almost calloused. If she knew that she was reluctant to buy donkey-hide gelatin and this was the end result, she would definitely be willing to buy donkey-hide gelatin, and it was still a pound. Buy it by the pound!

"What did you call me?" Zhong Mingwei's face froze, and he suddenly turned his head to look at A Chou, his face smelling terrible.

"I call you Zhong... Mr. Zhong," A Chou rolled his eyes, and then smiled broadly at Zhong Ming'e, "Young master, is it that Immortal looks much younger than the uncle? Hahaha!"

Zhong Mingwei: "..."

The next second, Zhong Mingwei silently grabbed another handful of **** from the cutting board and put it into the pot.

"Don't! You are trying to kill me!" Ah Chou was about to burst into tears. She didn't like **** in the first place, but now she has been forced to drink brown sugar **** tea for several days. , now the sight of **** makes me sick to my stomach, Zhong Mingwei actually added a handful more to it, it’s hard to live with!

"I can't help it. I'm getting older and my eyesight doesn't work well," Zhong Mingwei said to himself in an air of calmness as he picked up a spoon and stirred it in the pot. "My nose doesn't work well either. Why don't you smell the ginger? Did you add too little? Or cut some more and put it in?"

A Chou: "..."

Zhong Mingwei's peripheral vision glanced at the corners of A Chou's twitching mouth, and his mood suddenly improved. He put down the spoon and continued to light the fire.

"Drink them all." After the brown sugar **** tea was cooked, Zhong Mingwei poured out all the tea in it. There were two large bowls. At this time, they were all placed in front of A Chou. When A Chou begged, In his eyes, Uncle Zhong made a final decision, "Not a drop will be left."

"Why?" Ah Chou was almost furious. She glared at Uncle Zhong with grievance, "I used to only let me drink one bowl after another, but now you let me drink two bowls at once, and you still have You cooked it so thickly on purpose!"

"Yes, I did it on purpose," Uncle Zhong did not deny it. While washing the pot, he defended himself openly, "Your hands and feet are cold, your body is very cold, and you are reluctant to buy donkey-hide gelatin or other things to replenish your body. So what should I do if I don’t drink more **** tea? I’ll be tossing and wailing on the kang again in a few days?”