"But you only ate one bowl?" Ah Chou frowned, feeling a little unhappy, "You obviously ate two bowls yesterday."
Zhong Mingwei was embarrassed to say. In fact, he wasn't full yet, so he just repeated again: "You eat."
The sweet red bean porridge was so delicious that he was a bit reluctant to eat it. Wanting to save it for Ah Chou, the girl kept saying that she would go back to the kitchen to eat. He doesn't believe it. I am afraid that this girl will wrong me and I am not willing to eat it at all.
"Oh," Ah Chou had no choice but to scoop up a spoonful of red bean porridge and put it in his mouth, and just as soon as he ate it. She frowned even more, and she stared at Zhong Mingwei dissatisfiedly, "Isn't this delicious? Why do you only eat this? Is it possible... You are so old. You are still picky eaters?"
Zhong Mingwei was a little embarrassed. Coughed twice, and then said: "After lying down for a long time, I never feel hungry. My stomach is always full."
"Oh. Then I'll finish the porridge. I'll rub your stomach." Ah Chou was so busy eating the porridge, he didn't care that the spoon was still in and out of Zhong Mingwei's mouth just now.
Zhong Mingwei watched the girl gobble it up. He didn't have any taste at all, but he could see it. But no matter how you look at it, you think it's cute.
Yes, cute.
This word he never thought he would use, at this moment. He looked at Ah Chou, and naturally thought of this somewhat hypocritical and even silly word.
He looked at Ah Chou's fluttering cheeks and sparkling eyes, just like a greedy little squirrel, he couldn't help curling his lips, thinking, it seems that this girl is a sweet eater.
In fact, he also loved sweets at first. When he was a child, he ate horseshoe cake, mille-feuille, and milk tea. Later, when he got older, he knew his identity, so he was not ashamed to be in front of others. To eat noodles, they usually hide in the study. The old mother who raised him with one hand loves him the most. As soon as she sees him entering the study, she sneaks in sweets. The tacit understanding formed, after the old mother went, this tacit understanding was broken. He was a boy of sixteen or seventeen at that time, so naturally he would not cultivate such a childish tacit understanding with anyone, so he would not I have a sweet tooth.
Later, when we got married at the age of eighteen, I remember when we were newlyweds, one day he returned home from outside and passed the kitchen. He saw a group of people in the kitchen, which was very lively. He asked casually, boy He smiled and told him that it was the princess who washed her hands and made soup. He thought it was interesting, so he quietly approached the kitchen, and only took two steps before listening to Mrs. Ding say to the cook: "Your Highness doesn't eat sugar. , don’t brush honey on this roasted rabbit meat.”
Then, his feet stopped, and then, he entered the study without looking back.
He didn't remember what meal he ate that day, but he only remembered a large table full, from cold dishes to soups to pastries, without a trace of sweetness.
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"What's wrong? You've been in a daze?" Ah Chou gently rubbed Zhong Mingwei's stomach, watched him being lost in thought, and endured it for a long time before asking, "What are you thinking? You're so lost in thought?"
"It's nothing, it's all old stuff." Zhong Mingwei said softly, he felt those little hands rubbing back and forth on his lower abdomen, carefully avoiding the pressure sores on his lower abdomen, Zhong Mingwei was so comfortable that he couldn't help it sigh.