The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 65: Jujube tea

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"Who is this?" Grandma Chen looked at A Chou, put down the needle and thread in her hand, and asked Chen Qingxuan.

"Oh, grandma, this is..." Chen Qingxuan was busy introducing himself to Grandma Chen, but as soon as the words came out, Chen Qingxuan paused. He scratched his head in embarrassment and turned to look at Ah Chou asked with a smile, "By the way, I haven't asked the girl her name yet."

"My name is A Chou." A Chou said timidly. Looking at the clean and tidy room, he felt more and more that his shoes were dirty. He was too embarrassed to go in, so he stood outside the door and pulled on his clothes nervously.

"A Chou?" Chen Qingxuan frowned and looked at A Chou's dew-wet, slightly red face. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that this name was too unworthy of its name.

"Qingxuan, let the girl come in quickly, there is no reason to let people stand outside the door and talk?" Grandma Chen said hurriedly, while going over to pour tea.

"Come in." Chen Qingxuan said to A Chou in a hurry.

"No, no, no, I won't go in." A Chou was so busy that he put down his backpack and wiped his sweat while saying to Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, go find a basin and I'll share some." Fungus for you."

"Let's wait until we finish drinking tea," Chen Qingxuan said hurriedly, throwing a handkerchief over and handing it over, "Come in."

Achou was about to refuse when Grandma Chen came up to her and pulled Achou in without any explanation. Achou had never been able to resist the elderly, so she was pulled by Grandma Chen to sit down. By the time she reacted, Grandma Chen had already stuffed a cup of hot tea into her hand.

"Girl, don't dislike the home-made jujube tea." Grandma Chen said to A Chou with a smile.

"No, no, no... this tea is very good," A Chou was flattered and was so busy that he took a big sip, and then one sip after another. In a blink of an eye, the tea cup was all bottomed out, and A Chou was a little embarrassed, "Grandma, it's okay. ...Is there any more?"

"Yes, yes! There is also a big pot!" Grandma Chen was so happy that she was so busy that she took the cup and poured a cup of jujube tea for A Chou. She complained to A Chou, "Qingxuan, The boy doesn’t like drinking jujube tea because he always finds it tasteless, but now the old lady has finally found a soulmate.”

Chen Qingxuan also filled a cup of jujube tea and sat aside and drank it sip by mouth: "Grandma, I didn't say that the jujube tea is not good. It's just that you put too much rock sugar every time. It's so sweet. Tired."

"Are you tired of it?" Grandma Chen took a sip and then asked A Chou, "Girl, are you tired of it?"

A Chou was so busy that he shook his head: "It's not boring. I've loved sweets since I was a child, and I think it's just right."

Grandma Chen looked at A Chou and took half of the jujube tea in A Chou's hand. She knew that A Chou was not lying. She was about to give A Chou more tea. A Chou was so busy that she stopped her: "Grandma, I can't drink it." I really can’t drink anymore.”

"Girl, your accent sounds like you are not from here." After drinking tea, Grandma Chen continued to embroider while talking to A Chou, "Where are you from, girl?"

"I'm from the capital," A Chou said, leaning over to look at the flowers embroidered by Grandma Chen. Grandma Chen's embroidery work was really not that good. A Chou looked at it for a long time and didn't recognize what she was embroidering. What, "Grandma, what are you embroidering?"

"Mandarin duck," Grandma Chen asked A Chou casually while continuing to embroider, "Don't you recognize the mandarin duck?"

A Chou looked at Grandma Chen’s mandarin duck again, and immediately felt dumbfounded: “Grandma, why is your mandarin duck so fat?”

"Are you fat?" Grandma Chen put down her needle and thread, frowned and stared at the embroidery piece for a long time, and then said, "I have been embroidering like this for decades."

Chen Qingxuan was drinking tea and listening to their conversation. He accidentally caught a glimpse of a vivid red plum on A Chou's skirt. His eyes suddenly lit up. He looked up at A Chou and said, "Do you know how to be a girl?"

"I know a little bit." A Chou nodded.

"You people in the capital are certainly more particular than us here, and the embroidery patterns are definitely much better than those here," Grandma Chen chuckled, casually taking a piece of cloth, stretched it flat and handed it to A Chou, saying, "Girl, embroider a flower and show it to the old lady."