"Why did you build the stove in the house? It will definitely smell like the whole house," Ah Chou couldn't help complaining to Zhong Mingwei after Uncle Chen and the others left. "In winter, I get up early every day, and I get to cook in your house. It must wake you up."
Do you think you don't quarrel with me all the time
Zhong Mingwei slightly hooked his lips, while putting down the tea bowl in his hand. He stretched out his hand to hold Ah Chou and sat in front of him: "It's built in the house. I want to watch you cook."
"What's so interesting about cooking?" Ah Chou muttered, but her face blushed again involuntarily, and she lowered her head. Taking a peek at Zhong Mingwei, he hummed softly again, "This is what you want to build in the house. If you get annoyed by then, you can't blame me."
Zhong Mingwei smiled and rubbed Ah Chou's messy hair. Uncle Chen came too early, and he hadn't had time to tie their little girl's hair. At this moment. He was rubbing the little girl's paws. Nunu mouthed at the little girl at the same time: "Go and bring in the comb."
"You don't want to tie it," the little girl blushed and whispered. "There are people out there, so I'll do it myself."
"You also said it was outside. Where can you see it?" Zhong Mingwei said softly.
Ah Chou was moaning and chirping, but his heart was jumping for joy, after all he went to the outer hall to fetch the comb and came in. Then he sat obediently in front of Zhong Mingwei, holding his hair with Zhong Mingwei's big hands. The man's hands were inevitably a bit strong, but Ah Chou didn't feel the pain, instead he kept curling his lips and smiling stupidly .
Since she was a child, no one has tied her hair, only Zhong Mingwei.
Zhong Mingwei is really kind, she must treat Zhong Mingwei better in the future.
"What are you laughing at?" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help asking when he heard her laughing "hehe".
"When the stove is built, I'll make stewed miscellaneous fish for you to eat. When the time comes, I'll find cornmeal to stick pancakes on. You can eat them while sitting on the kang, which is very convenient," Ah Chou said softly, pointing to the corner of the wall, as if the stove The platform has already been built, and it seems to be there, "We will use the spring water on the mountain to stew fish, it will be delicious, and the miso from the Ningguta side will be used as the base. The sauce here is very fragrant, better than the capital Delicious, when the time comes, the fish soup in the pot will be bubbling and steaming, the smell of fish and sauce, in short, it is very fragrant, the corn tortillas are fragrant and crispy, and they are dipped in fish soup, hehehe, you can eat at least ten pieces Pie…”
"Where is ten enough? I can eat twenty," Zhong Mingwei seriously suspected that Ah Chou was a chef and storyteller in his previous life, but whenever he talked about food, he would definitely make his mouth water. Having just finished his breakfast, Zhong Mingwei put down the comb in his hand, took the hair rope and wrapped it round and round, and said with a smile, "I'll be there to help you when the time comes."
"Hey hey hey, you, the more you help, the more busy you are. Just open your mouth and wait for the food." Ah Chou smiled, stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, and said awkwardly to Zhong Mingwei, " You tie your hair really well, haven't you practiced it before?"
In fact, Ah Chou wanted to ask, did you ever tie someone's hair in the past? Zhong Mingwei said no before, but this kind of good craftsmanship made Ah Chou suspicious, but Ah Chou couldn't say this, it was too sour and hypocritical.
"Why am I a grown man practicing this?" Zhong Mingwei laughed dumbfoundedly. While tying a beautiful knot on the red hair rope, he pinched Ah Chou's ponytail and said, "If I practiced, I would have practiced here with you."
Ah Chou was happy again, her heart that was originally up and down was completely at ease at this time, her heart was warm, and she smiled with her lips curled up: "Then you have to practice hard, I look at the girl outside, His hair is so beautifully tied up, such as falling pony buns and flying buns, I am envious when I look at them, but I am clumsy and never learn how to do it."
"Sure, I'll practice more." Zhong Mingwei cheerfully agreed, from the noble prince to the old lady who is now devoted to studying hair-tying for their little girl, Zhong Mingwei's transition is so natural.