The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

In the evening, I still eat shepherd's purse and vermicelli buns. However, there are porridge cooked by ah Chou, not porridge. It's porridge with a handful of shepherd's purse and vermicelli. It's not difficult to cook. It's similar to porridge. You can add a spoonful of salt before you leave the pot, but the taste is better than porridge.

Zhong Mingwei didn't eat the salty porridge, what kind of porridge with mushrooms and chicken shreds, the porridge with yam ribs, the porridge with sashimi, the porridge with a small casserole, the cook can cook it for most of the day, but it's obvious that the porridge made by a Chou is different from the one before, simple and light. Zhong Mingwei drank two bowls of porridge, but he still has a bit of meaning. Looking at the big bun on the plate, he decided to make it big Keep some stuffing and steamed buns.

I don't know if he still cares about the quilt drilling incident at noon. A Chou obviously has a lot of rules. He feeds Zhong Mingwei two steamed buns little by little and doesn't speak much. When she picks up the third one, Zhong Mingwei shakes his head. He can't eat any more. A Chou puts the steamed buns into his mouth.

"You live in the kitchen at night?" After swallowing the bun in his mouth, Zhong Mingwei asked the question that he had been holding in his heart for several days. During the day, when a Chou said that he always woke up from the cold when he lived in the wood room of Duan's house, Zhong Mingwei began to feel sad. At this time, looking at a grass on a Chou's hair, he felt even more sad.

"Ah? Yes. " Ah Chou nodded.

"Clean up the side room. You can stay in the side room. Don't live in the kitchen," Zhong Mingwei whispered. He didn't want to say that, but he couldn't hold it anymore. "Sleep against the south wall. It's warm and can get the sun."

As soon as ah Chou's heart is hot, her eyes are a little damp. She hates her life. She eats the bun in her mouth with three bites and two bites. Then she looks down and says, "it's OK. There's no leakage in the wood room. The place is big. I live in a very convenient place."

"Why don't you live in a room? What wood house does a good girl live in? " Zhong Mingwei was a little annoyed and a little rushed when he spoke. "You see that you have grass in your hair all day and you smell of oil smoke. Which girl is like you?"

"Oh, is it?" A Chou was so busy that she put down the dishes and scratched on her hair. As expected, she found a piece of grass. She held the grass a little, chattily, "then I I'll get rid of the house in a few days. "

"As soon as possible." Zhong Mingwei couldn't see her drooping face. He turned his face to the wall. He was a little angry. He was angry with himself. He couldn't do anything but summon others. He was angry with his big man in his thirties, but he was always affected by a little girl in her teens.

A Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei and stopped talking. He didn't say anything. Then he brought out all the dishes and chopsticks.

When she got out of the main hall, ah Chou Dun lived. She walked towards the side room, gently pushed the door of the side room open, and looked at the empty side room except for a few big wooden boxes. Her brow was so worried that it became a "Sichuan" character.

How can she live in this side room without a bed?

Alas!

In May 12, Jiasheng's thirty second year, ah Chou had to go down the mountain again. There was not much rice left in her family. She had to go down the mountain to buy food and some meat vegetables. Actually, there were many shepherd's purse and dandelion in the mountain. She also loved wild vegetables, but Zhong Mingwei couldn't eat them every day. When she was in the hospital that day, the doctor handed them in It's impossible for a patient like him to lose his mouth.