The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei, while huffing, swallowed the bun in his mouth, and then he was so busy that he drank two mouthfuls of water. He finally survived, but he had no face to eat the bun again. He was a bit upset. He was in his thirties, and he was always calm and rational. How could he get up and down in front of this girl and lose his temper? It must have been infected by this girl

However, this big stuffed bun is delicious.

Ah Chou blew and blew half of the bun in his hand. He took another bite and confirmed that he would not burn his mouth. Then he sent it to Zhong Mingwei: "now it is not hot. Eat it."

Zhong Mingwei is still holding his breath, but he has no resistance to the steamed buns that are fragrant and flowing with oil. He grinds and chirps to open his mouth.

Ah Chou fed him with one hand and ate the dumplings with the other hand. While eating, he groaned: "today is Dragon Boat Festival. Let's not eat zongzi, but eat the dumplings. Ha ha, do you think there is anything more stupid than that?"

Yes! A bun can be scalded! Are you stupid?!

Zhong Mingwei despises himself silently in his heart, but his mouth is not idle. He ate the half of the bun in three bites and two bites. After eating, he still licked the oil on his lips and wanted to eat

Without waiting for Zhong Mingwei to open his mouth, a big steamed bun was sent to him, followed by a Chou's saying: "don't burn it any more!"

Zhong Mingwei was a little angry again, and suddenly he didn't want to eat steamed buns. However, he finally ate four big steamed buns. After burping, he finally stopped. Since then, every meal began with a Chou's "don't hold on".

Zhong Mingwei was even more angry.

After eating the steamed buns, ah Chou burned two pots of hot water. He had been thinking about washing Zhong Mingwei's hair the other day, but he had been busy and didn't pay attention to it. He just went down the mountain and bought soap horn, grate and other things. Finally, all the things were ready.

Ah Chou came in with a big basin of water and a bucket of hot water in the room. Then he moved Zhong Mingwei towards the edge of the bed and let his head rest on the edge of the bed to wash his hair.

"Do you feel flustered?" A Chou was afraid that the edge of the bed was too hard for Zhong Mingwei. He took the pillow and put it under his head.

"No, it's just right." Zhong Mingwei hurriedly said that he was reluctant to wet the red powder pillow.

"Well, first of all, if you feel bad, you can tell me with a squeak." Ah Chou said, while looking for a stool, put the water basin on the stool, just under the edge of the bed. Ah Chou untied Zhong Mingwei's head rope, gathered his messy hair and went into the basin. His thin white hand gently rubbed his hair.

Zhong Mingwei's hair is really dirty. The first two waters, a CHO, are just rubbing the dirt on his head, but they don't wash very well. The water is already dark. Until the third water, the water is not so muddy. A Chou just took the soap horn and applied it to Zhong Mingwei's hair. She rubbed Zhong Mingwei's scalp and asked: "does it hurt like this? Is it strong? "

"No pain, more energy." Zhong Mingwei closed his eyes comfortably and hummed. His eyebrows moved for a while because of ah Chou's movements.

Ah Chou liked his ease so much. When he added some strength, Zhong Mingwei hummed louder. Ah Chou couldn't help laughing: "you used to wash your hair with this virtue? I'm not afraid of servants' jokes? "