The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Biquge www.wuxiaspot.com, the fastest update of my beloved ugly girl, please advise the latest chapter!

"Why do you want to build the stove in the house? There must be a smell in the room," Auntie couldn't help complaining to Zhong Mingwei after Uncle Chen left, "When winter comes, I get up early every day and I still get You must have woken you up for cooking in your house. "

Do you think you usually quarrel me?

Zhong Mingwei gently hooked his lip, while putting down the tea bowl in his hand, and stretched out his hand to sit in front of himself: "Just laid in the house, I want to see you cook."

"What's so good about cooking?" A Chou mumbled, but her face turned red involuntarily. She lowered her head and peeked at Zhong Mingwei with her eyes, and hummed and murmured, "This is what you want to lay in the house Yes, if you are bothered, do n’t blame me. "

Zhong Mingwei smiled and rubbed the messy hair of Ah Chou. Uncle Chen came too early. He hadn't had time to tie the hair of their little girl. At this time, while rubbing the little girl's little grapple, he punched the little girl's mouth: "Go get the comb in."

"I don't want you to pierce," the little girl whispered with a blush. "If there is someone outside, I would pierce myself."

"You also said it was outside, where can you see it?" Zhong Mingwei said softly.

A chuckle hummed on his mouth, but he was very excited. In the end, he still went to the outer hall to pick up the comb. Then he sat comfortably in front of Zhong Mingwei, with Zhong Mingwei's big hand holding his hair The man's hand strength is inevitable a little bit bigger, but Ah Chou didn't feel pain, but instead he laughed stupidly with his lips.

From small to large, no one had tied her hair, only Zhong Mingwei.

Zhong Mingwei is really good, she will be better to Zhong Mingwei in the future.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhong Mingwei listened to her and smiled "hey", couldn't help asking.

"When the stove is built, I'll make stewed fish for you. When you find cornmeal paste, you can eat it when you sit on the kang. It's very convenient," Ahou said softly, pointing to the corner of the wall, as if the stove The platform is already built, just like it was there, "We must stew fish with spring water on the mountain. It must be delicious. Then there is the base of Ninggu Pagoda. The sauce here is very fragrant. It's delicious, when the fish soup in the pot is gurgling with steam, fish flavor and sauce flavor, in short, it's fragrant, the tortilla is fragrant and crisp, and it's also dipped in fish soup, hehe hey, you can eat at least ten cake……"

"Where is ten enough? I can eat twenty," Zhong Mingwei seriously doubted that Ah Chou was a chef and a storyteller in his last life, but anyone who talks about eating will definitely be greedy for him, although he Just after breakfast, Zhong Mingwei put down the comb in his hand, took the head rope and looped it around, and said with a smile, "I will hit you on the side."

"Hey, hey, you must be more and more busy, you just open your mouth and wait to eat," Aggui hey smiled, while reaching out to touch her hair, while grinding the chirp, said to Zhong Mingwei awkwardly, " Your hair is really good, has it been practiced before? "

In fact, Ah Chou wanted to ask, did you ever put hair on someone else? Zhong Mingwei said no before, but this good technique makes A Chou suspicious, but A Chou's words are unspeakable, which is too acidic and hypocritical.

"Why am I a big man practicing this?" Zhong Mingwei laughed dumbly, and knotted the red head rope with a beautiful knot, while squeezing the ugly ponytail, "If you practice, you will have practiced here."

Ah Chou was happy again. A heart that was originally full of ups and downs was completely firm at this time. She was warm in her heart and smiled with her lips: "Then you have to practice well. I look at the girl outside. People's hair is so pretty, what fell into the bun, flying bun, I looked at the eyes, but my eyes are hot, because my hands are stupid, I can never learn. "

"Success, I'll practice more." Zhong Mingwei promised cheerfully. From the thousands of noble princes to the elder mother who had studied her little girl's hair with her heart, Zhong Mingwei was so natural.