Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth obediently and took a sip of the tea. It was indeed fragrant. He had never drunk such fragrant tea. The tea is as fragrant as Fenghuang Dancong, but it is not as fragrant as the cheap jasmine in this large coarse porcelain bowl.
"Is it fragrant?" Ah Chou asked, with a look of expectation on his face.
"It smells good." Zhong Mingwei looked into her dark eyes, and spoke very gently. "I've never had such a delicious tea."
"Haha! That's for sure. I picked out the tea pots one by one, especially the big ones," Ah Chou said a little proudly. While feeding Zhong Mingwei a few more sips of tea, "When I made the tea just now, haha. I even thought it smelled better than incense."
"Have you bought tea?" Zhong Mingwei asked in surprise. He didn't inquire about Ah Chou's family, but he also knew what their current situation was, and he knew that Ah Chou was frugal from the way he behaved. It's not like a master who can spend money on tea.
"I'll buy it if it looks good. If you like it, I'll make you a bowl every day," Ah Chou said shyly. Obviously not wanting to talk about Jasmine, she put the empty teacup aside. He was so busy that he brought over the plate of bright yellow sticky bean buns, pinched one and put it in front of Zhong Mingwei, "Try it quickly. I bought it at the market. It is said to be a special product of Ninggu Pagoda. Bought some back for you to taste."
"Is it sticky?" Seeing Zhong Mingwei finish eating a sticky bean bun slowly, Ah Chou hurriedly asked, Zhong Mingwei, who has been bedridden for a long time, is actually not suitable for eating indigestible food like sticky bean buns, but Ah Chou looked at it. The steaming hot sticky bean buns just out of the pan wanted to let Zhong Mingwei try it too. Although he couldn't walk now, Ah Chou didn't want him to be wronged at all, especially when it came to tongue.
"You'll know if you taste it?" Zhong Mingwei was still chewing, he hadn't eaten something so chewy for a long time, it was a bit like a donkey rolling, sticky, sweet, hot, It's his favorite taste, and it should be the girl's favorite taste too. Zhong Mingwei raised his chin and looked at Ah Chou, "Why don't you eat it?"
"Oh, I've eaten it at the market, you can eat it," Ah Chou was too busy to open his eyes, and took another sticky bean bun and sent it to Zhong Mingwei, saying, "No matter how delicious it is, I can only eat two." , I’m afraid it’s hard to digest, the steamed buns are still hot in the pot, I’ll bring you another steamed stuffed bun later.”
Zhong Mingwei ate another half of a sticky bean bun with Ah Chou's hand. While eating the sticky bean bun, Zhong Mingwei stared at A Chou's sleeve for a long time, and suddenly noticed something strange. He stopped his mouth, sucked his nose, and then He frowned and looked at Ah Chou: "Why did you come back so late?"
Ah Chou shook her hand, and half of the sticky bean bun fell on the bed. She was obviously taken aback. She picked up the sticky bean bun and held it in her hand, not daring to feed Zhong Mingwei again. She lowered her head a little. Er was at a loss and said: "No...it's nothing. It's not easy to buy things. I traveled a few more places to buy them, so that's why I came back late..."
"It's so late, what clothes do you need to change?" Zhong Mingwei stared at Ah Chou's high collar, his eyes were a little heavy. In the early summer of May and a half, there is no need to wear such thick clothes, and the collar is still so high. This girl was wearing a water-blue round-neck summer dress in the morning, but why she changed into such an autumn dress at this time, there must be something wrong.