The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 67: Do you have enough money

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"It's okay, you just have to practice slowly." Zhong Mingwei was lying on the bed, and Achou put the tray in front of the pillow, with the noodle bowl inside. At this time, he was holding the bowl in place with one hand and holding the chopsticks in the other. , holding the noodles hard and awkwardly, and finally managed to **** in a noodle. Not only Zhong Mingwei, but also A Chou breathed a long sigh of relief, and then they both laughed again.

“I want to eat noodles,” Ah Chou started to take off his chopsticks, and while sucking the noodles, he kept complaining to Zhong Mingwei, “It’s obvious that my hands are not good enough now, why should I eat noodles? This is not asking for trouble. ?"

"Not only will I eat today, but I will also eat noodles tomorrow." Zhong Mingwei looked calm, while holding his chopsticks hard, he finally put a chopstick of fungus into his mouth, "squeaking" Biting it, it is very tasty.

What doesn’t A Chou understand? Zhong Mingwei was so anxious to recover that he even spared no time in eating, but seeing the sweat on his forehead, A Chou felt really distressed.

"This fungus is so delicious," Zhong Mingwei ate another chopstick of fungus. The middle-aged man who used to eat abalone, ginseng, wings and belly could not taste the taste, but now A Chou opened a door to a new world. It’s like a gate, everything you eat tastes delicious and fresh, “very refreshing.”

"Is this called refreshing? I'll make you a cold one tomorrow, so you can see what real refreshing means." A Chou bit the tip of his chopsticks and smiled, watching Zhong Mingwei slurping up the noodles, thinking to himself Not happy to come out.

"Who did you learn the art of cooking from?" After dinner, Achou made a large bowl of jasmine flowers for Zhong Mingwei and brought it in. Zhong Mingwei smelled the strong jasmine fragrance and felt lazy all over his body. .

"How can anyone in the palace not know how to cook? Why don't you have to support yourself? Do you have to find someone to take care of you?" A Chou said with a look of disgust, while digging a lump of ointment on the man's back, and other The bedsores everywhere have been cured. Only here, there is still a bedsore as big as a palm. A Chou applied ointment to Zhong Mingwei twice a day, "Does it still hurt?"

"A little bit." Zhong Mingwei squinted his eyes and groaned.

A Chou looked at him with such a dazed and lazy look, and knew that he was comfortable. A Chou wanted to hit him, but he wanted to make him more comfortable. With some strength, I pinched the man's waist. After lying down all day long, his lower back was the most tired. As expected, the man hummed louder, obviously feeling more comfortable.

"In a few days, when you feel better, I will help you go outside to bask in the sun." A Chou said while rubbing his waist.

A Chou knew that the man was holding back so much that he had long wanted to take him out to bask in the sun. However, Zhong Mingwei was very passive and uncooperative at the beginning, and Zhong Mingwei was so paralyzed that a skinny girl like A Chou could not count on her strength. No matter how old he was, he couldn't carry him, but now the situation was different. Zhong Mingwei became more active, so A Chou thought of taking the man out to bask in the sun again.

"Yes." As expected, Zhong Mingwei was very cooperative and had no objections at all.

After a pause, A Chou said again: "But I have to prepare a recliner for you first."

Zhong Mingwei's eyes that had been squinting suddenly opened and he looked at A Chou intently. A Chou's scalp was numb when he looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"Is the money enough?" Zhong Mingwei asked, obviously feeling a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

Since he was born, he has never worried about money, let alone asked about family expenses. During this period, he ate and drank well every day, but he felt quite uneasy. He knew that this was a flower. It was A Chou's savings, and he also knew that A Chou's savings must not be much. He also knew that it was not an option to just sit back and have nothing. Several times he wanted to ask, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back. His identity and age prevent him from opening his mouth, especially now that he is still in this situation, so even if he asks, what can he do?