"Mr. Chen..." Ah Chou suddenly put down his chopsticks, looked at Chen Qingxuan a little embarrassedly, and said hesitantly. "I heard that the lady of the magistrate's family seems to be interested in you. I don't know what you think. A few days ago, Grandma Chen..."
"There is no such thing," Chen Qingxuan cut off Ah Chou's words suddenly. He took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth a little irritably. At the same time, he said to Ah Chou, "Don't listen to that screwdriver chewing his tongue."
"Oh." Ah Chou nodded uncomfortably, thinking in his heart. In Chen Qingxuan's eyes, is she a talker, or a master who is good at chewing his tongue, but this is not what she wants to ask...
"Grandma asked me to spy on me?" There was a pause. Chen Qingxuan asked suddenly.
"No, no, no." Ah Chou waved her hands in a hurry, and met Chen Qingxuan's straight gaze, and she was discouraged again. Said in a low voice. "Grandma Chen didn't want to force you. She was afraid that you would be too stubborn and offend the magistrate. It would delay your future. Grandma Chen didn't say anything. But she was worried."
"I know it well." Chen Qingxuan said in a deep voice.
"Oh, then... then it's okay," Ah Chou said uncomfortably. While getting up in a hurry, he took out a large food box from the kitchen and wrapped it tightly with a small cotton quilt. Ah Chou put the food box on the table and said to Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, please give it to me." go up."
"Understood." Chen Qingxuan looked at the huge food box and nodded. Ah Chou had cooked food for the past two days, and he carried it up for Zhong Mingwei to eat, but yesterday he carried two food boxes up, which was just enough Zhong Mingwei came a day late, but today there was only one. Chen Qingxuan was a little puzzled, "Why is there only one food box today?"
"So I have to trouble you to make another trip at noon." Ah Chou was a little embarrassed, feeling that he was too pushy, "I want to make him a bowl of noodle soup, he would eat it better, it's better The day is not here, but the noodle soup can't be kept for a long time, so you have to eat ready-made ones, so I have to trouble Mr. Chen again."
Standing like this, Chen Qingxuan was much taller than A Chou, and A Chou had to raise his head to talk to him, so he could clearly see A Chou's embarrassment and discomfort. Feeling a little uncomfortable, he silently looked away, looking at the pile of dishes and bowls on the table, feeling unspeakably blocked.
"Is it okay?" Chen Qingxuan didn't reply for a long time, and Ah Chou became a little anxious, "Otherwise, I will send it up, and you can take it in at the door. You don't need to run down the mountain..."
"No, I'll just come and get it. You haven't recovered from typhoid fever yet, so don't run away," Chen Qingxuan hurriedly said, carrying the food box and walking outside, not forgetting to tell Ah Chou, "I prepare all the medicinal materials. Alright, you can fry it for an hour by yourself, you must drink the medicine, remember?"
"Yes, I remember," Ah Chou hurriedly said. She was looking forward to getting better soon, so she didn't dare to drink less soup and medicine. She followed behind Chen Qingxuan and sent Chen Qingxuan out, but she She was so busy that she stopped, seeing Chen Qingxuan going out in a cloak, she hesitated, but she finally said, "Mr. Chen, can I trouble you to bring some books up for him to read? He likes to read books." of."
Chen Qingxuan paused, turned around and entered the room again, put down the food box in his hand, and asked Ah Chou: "What kind of books does he like to read?"
"I don't know," A Chou said shyly. She really didn't know, and she couldn't read a few words. She was always afraid that Zhong Mingwei would look down on her, so she never said such things to Zhong Mingwei. A Chou hesitated for a while, While looking up at Chen Qingxuan again, he said a little embarrassedly, "Mr. Chen, you can choose a few books at random. You are knowledgeable, so the books you choose must be good books."
"That works." Chen Qingxuan nodded with a smile, and went into the study to select books.
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When Chen Qingxuan entered the door, Zhong Mingwei had already got up, he had already washed himself, his knees were still red and swollen, but the injury on his feet had healed a lot today, and Zhong Mingwei's mood also improved a lot, just looking at the goose feather heavy snow outside , but kept frowning tightly.
While shaking the snow on the cloak, Chen Qingxuan entered the bedroom, put the food box on the small table, and while going to untie the tightly wrapped cotton quilt outside, asked Zhong Mingwei: "Sir, what are you doing?" How is your leg injury today?"