"I'll just eat this!" Zhong Mingwei yelled, and when he said this, his throat was so dry and uncomfortable. He knew that Pang Yi must feel that his brain was broken, but he didn't care about that much, let alone explaining something. He stared straight at the small half pot of gnocchi soup, as if looking at some priceless treasure. "I'll eat this. Only this."
Pang Yi looked at Zhong Mingwei's expression, and a lot of worries surged in his heart. This time he saw Zhong Mingwei. He felt that Zhong Mingwei had changed a lot, became stubborn, and became... crazy.
Is it because of sliding down the mountain road this time? The reason for being stimulated? Pang Yi thought worriedly. In addition to asking the doctor to show Zhong Mingwei's legs, do you want people to see Zhong Mingwei's mind
"Okay, then I will warm up His Highness now." Pang Yi was afraid of irritating Zhong Mingwei. He didn't say anything more at the moment. I was so busy that I lit a fire and sent it into the stove to heat the muddy noodle soup.
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"Your Highness, please use it." Pang Yi brought a bowl of glutinous dumpling soup in front of Zhong Mingwei, and he looked at Zhong Mingwei with some anxiety. I wanted to say something, but in the end I didn't say anything. He watched Zhong Mingwei holding the big rough porcelain bowl, and then devouring the bowl of noodle soup without even caring about his hair falling into the bowl. The pain and sorrow he said in his heart.
His Highness has really changed, how noble and incomparable he used to be, and now he is so panic-stricken.
Pang Yi didn't say anything, he just took a piece of handkerchief and put it on the small table, then bowed and retreated. It wasn't until the cold wind blew the snow onto his face that his nose suddenly became sore, and he reached out his hand in a hurry. After wiping his face, he led the horse and donkey, which had been frozen in the yard for a long time, to the kitchen, and at the same time unloaded a load of rice, flour, grain, oil and other things from the carriage.
After moving all these things to the side room and returning to the bedroom, Zhong Mingwei had already fallen asleep. The tall man was resting on a pink and tender pillow, and he was holding a wet cloth in his arms. The cotton trousers were indescribably funny and awkward, but Pang Yi couldn't laugh at all. He walked over lightly, trying to take the wet cotton trousers out of Zhong Mingwei's arms, but Zhong Mingwei did not. Suddenly the hug became tighter, and Pang Yi didn't dare to smoke anymore, for fear of waking Zhong Mingwei up, so he had to give up, and immediately tucked the quilt for Zhong Mingwei, and then he made a bed in front of the kang and slept. Finally, Xun found a straw mat, which happened to be the floor for him.
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The ninth day of the first lunar month in the 33rd year of Jiasheng
Ning Guta.
Jixian Bookstore.
Grandma Chen woke up early in the morning and boiled a big pot of peanut porridge with honey and beans, and also fried a few plates of side dishes. It was rare for the family to come out to eat alone. Grandma Chen made meals with great enthusiasm. She had long wanted to keep Ah Chou here. We had dinner at home, but the girl couldn't sit still, and every time she came here for a while, she went back in a hurry. This time, it was because of the typhoid fever that this girl was able to stay at home for ten days. Grandma Chen was really very happy. Happy.
After the meal was ready, Grandma Chen first went to call Chen Qingxuan to get up, and then went to call Ah Chou.
"Girl..." Grandma Chen entered the bedroom lightly. Ah Chou has been lethargic for the past few days, so she didn't come in to disturb her easily, but this girl hasn't had a solid meal for several days. Grandma Chen really Fearing that she would be hungry, Grandma Chen stepped aside from the bookshelf and was about to wake Ah Chou up when she saw that Ah Chou was sleeping soundly. The food is brought in.
Thinking about what Chen Qingxuan told Ah Chou to rest more, Grandma Chen still didn't say anything, and when she was about to turn around and go out, she heard the girl yell something.
"Girl, what are you talking about?" Grandma Chen put her ears close to her. She didn't know whether her ears were not working well, or Ah Chou's voice was too vague. , "What is not clear, what is this girl talking about?"
Perhaps sensing someone in the room, Ah Chou frowned and turned over, curled up and turned his face inside, exposing most of his shoulders, Grandma Chen was too busy to tuck A Chou, and she saw A Chou's bosom at a glance. She seemed to be hugging something, she leaned over to check it out, and when she saw what Ah Chou was holding, Grandma Chen frowned even tighter: "What is this girl doing with those cotton pants? Really? Drowsy."
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