Zhong Mingwei's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his face, which was not itchy at all, was now tickled by Ah Chou. And it was getting more and more itchy, he didn't even know it was his face, his whole body was itching badly. The little white hand just scratched his face back and forth lightly, and Zhong Mingwei's eyes followed that finger back and forth.
"Where is it?" Ah Chou was a little impatient. "You did squeak."
"No, it's not itchy anymore. Okay, okay," Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he looked away and coughed. Then he said to Ah Chou, "Check if the pot is hot?"
"Oh." Ah Chou then withdrew his hand, and then dug a large spoonful of lard into the pot. She was absolutely reluctant to eat lard like this. But today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she wants to cook big fish, so she is willing to do so.
Followed by chili and ginger into the pot. "Crackling" in the sound of the pot. Ah Chou was busy frying with shovel after shovel. While pouring the fish in the pot quickly.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Zhong Mingwei couldn't hold back, and finally coughed. This time it wasn't a fake dry cough, but a solid cough for a while before it stopped. Even the tears were coughed up.
"Let me just say that if the stove is set up in the room, it will definitely choke people, and you still have to put it inside. Look, it's choking, right?" After Zhong Mingwei coughed and listened, Ah Chou handed him a bowl of tea, wrinkled Mei looked at her, very worried, "Otherwise, I won't be cooking in the house anymore, I'd better go to the kitchen."
"It's okay." Zhong Mingwei shook his head busy, "I'm happy to see you cooking."
"What's there to be happy about?" Ah Chou's mouth was stiff, but his voice softened as he stuffed the tea bowl into the man's hand, "Drink it quickly."
Zhong Mingwei took two sips of tea, then put the tea bowl on the stove, this time he said to Ah Chou seriously: "I just like to cook with you, no matter how heavy the smell of oily smoke is, I like it."
Yes, Zhong Mingwei really likes it. He likes Ah Chou busy around him, and also likes to watch how A Chou cooks delicious meals for him in this smoky environment. , Zhong Mingwei didn't want to miss everything about them.
Not only that, Zhong Mingwei also found that he has become clingy, a tall man in his thirties, like a child sticky mother, wants to cling to their little girl every step of the way, Zhong Mingwei doesn't feel embarrassed , but my heart is still very sweet.
"Who wants you to accompany me?" A Chou didn't want to pay attention to him, and didn't even look at Zhong Mingwei, but the corner of his mouth kept smiling. The miso that came back went.
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything else, his brows and eyes were bent into two lines in the bright firelight.
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This was the first time in Zhong Mingwei's life that he ate stewed fish in a big pot. He sat in front of the stove, facing the big pot on the stove, and his mouth was full of oil when he ate it. The fish was fresh and tender, and the fish soup was salty and delicious. The cornmeal pancakes were crispy on one side and glutinous on the other, dipped in thick fish soup, Zhong Mingwei almost bit off his tongue.
"Why did you start?" Ah Chou sat cross-legged on the kang to eat, staring at Zhong Mingwei throwing away the chopsticks, dipping the pancakes in the soup with his hands, and almost dropped his jaw.
In A Chou's eyes, Zhong Mingwei has always been noble, elegant and reserved. Although he is unwell and unable to move, this has not affected his nobleman manner at all. This is the first time A Chou has seen Zhong Mingwei so...
Well, bold and unrestrained.
In fact, it's not ugly, a big man should eat meat and drink soup, right
It's just that it would be too strange if it was changed to Zhong Mingwei.
"Using chopsticks is too troublesome." Zhong Mingwei didn't feel too embarrassed.
A Chou is like himself to him, he will not feel uncomfortable in front of A Chou, besides, A Chou has seen every part of his body, no matter how awkward he is, where is he? Still a man