"I think you're in a bad mood," Chen Qingxuan looked at Meiya's haggard face, and there was an unconcealable pity in his voice. "So I added more honey to you, thinking that if you eat sweets, you should feel better."
Meiya's eyes dimmed. Holding the cup and lowering his eyes, he whispered, "I'm not in a good mood today."
Chen Qingxuan was startled. She didn't expect Meiya to be willing to say this to herself. Pulling the stool over, she sat across from Meiya, and whispered, "What's the matter? Can you tell me?"
Meiya didn't say a word. Just hold the teacup tighter.
"Is... is it because of him?" Chen Qingxuan asked cautiously without Meiya's answer for a while, knowing that he shouldn't ask. But he just couldn't help it. "You got into a fight with him?"
"No." After a pause, Meiya shook her head.
Yes, how can this be considered awkward? For Meiya, it's awkward. It's actually pretty sweet. Cheng Ridi and Zhong Mingwei kiss each other because of whoever is more. It was awkward, and it was awkward because Zhong Mingwei hugged her too tightly at night, causing her to have nightmares. Meiya really likes to be awkward with Zhong Mingwei, but...
Does Zhong Mingwei also like to fight with her
or. What was Zhong Mingwei thinking when he was having trouble with her
Will you think of others? Will you also think about making trouble with others
…
Meiya always felt that she knew Zhong Mingwei quite well, but now. Only then did she clearly realize that she and Zhong Mingwei had known each other for less than a year. One year was enough for her to fall in love with him thoroughly, but could one year really understand him
Meiya was so flustered that she picked up the cup in a hurry and drank all the tea in it. Putting down the cup, she met Chen Qingxuan's concerned gaze. Meiya's nose was a little sore, she Handing over the teacup, he whispered, "Mr. Chen, can you make me another cup?"
"Okay, you wait, I'll go right away." Chen Qingxuan took the teacup in a hurry, got up and went to the kitchen in a hurry.
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On this day, Meiya didn't go home, she just stayed in Jixian Bookstore, she didn't mention leaving, so naturally Grandma Chen and Chen Qingxuan wouldn't mention it either, Grandma Chen loved her the most, she cooked for her herself The pot was stuffed with meat, and a large pot of stewed chicken and mushrooms was stewed. The three of them sat cross-legged on the kang and ate. In the past, Meiya was unavoidably restrained in front of them, but after living in Chenjiatun for a while, she also It's less restrictive.
"Girl, you eat this. Uncle Chen's chicken is just here. It's a small rooster, and the meat is very tender," Grandma Chen said, putting the dish with a large chopstick into Meiya's bowl. On the one hand, he kept muttering, "You are too thin, you should eat more, don't just eat vegetables, eat more meat, why are you picky eaters?"
Listening to Grandma Chen's nagging, Meiya felt warm in her heart. She didn't complain about the rice bowls piled up like a hill, and just kept eating hard, until the food piled up in her throat. Qingxuan couldn't stand it anymore, and reached out to stop Grandma Chen: "Grandma, if she continues to eat like this, it will hurt her stomach, so don't pinch her."
"Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong, I think this little chicken is good, I want her to eat more..." Grandma Chen stopped her hands in a hurry, and blamed herself, "Girl, you If you can't eat it, don't eat it."
Meiya shook her head in a hurry: "Grandma, I'm fine."
"You can't blame me," Grandma Chen sighed, while rubbing Meiya's head with her hand, "You girl, you never come, every time you come, I can't wait to eat all the delicious food at home Take it out and let you eat it."
"Grandma, I will come to see you more in the future." Meiya's eyes were a little wet, and she was so busy that she buried her head again and continued to chop the meat in the bowl.
Grandma Chen was busy today, it was already dusk after dinner, she was very tired, Meiya helped her to wash up, and then went to rest on the kang.
Meiya closed the door and came out, she saw Chen Qingxuan sitting in the outer hall, Meiya walked over, sat down too, and said to Chen Qingxuan: "I saw that grandma's arms are so neat, just now I can comb my hair without any problems. "
"It's pretty good. I was worried that she might not recover well because of her old age," Chen Qingxuan said, pouring a cup of tea for Meiya while hesitantly said, "Today, do you want to stay? "