The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

Ah Chou didn't want to say yes, but Grandma Chen's "wench" was so warm. She had no reason to refuse. Now ah Chou took over the needle and thread from Grandma Chen and embroidered them seriously.

"The girl's embroidery work is very good, the stitches are so dense, and the appearance is good-looking," grandma Chen looked at it, and kept praising ah Chou, turning to Chen Qingxuan. "Qingxuan, come here and have a look, the flower embroidered by this girl is better than the flower on the clothes of our magistrate's wife. Tut tut tut. It's from the capital, but it's not the same. Qingxuan, do you think so?"

Chen Qingxuan also came to see it. Ah Chou's hands moved up and down, back and forth flexibly. After a while, a long and thin bamboo leaf became a shape. Chen Qingxuan could not stop saying, "it's beautiful."

"Girl, who did you learn this skill from?" Grandma Chen couldn't help but ask looking at the bamboo leaf.

"With I learned it from my elders. " Ah Chou said.

In fact, ah Chou's craftsmanship was learned from Mammy Xiang, but she didn't want to talk about it here.

"Girl, you have such a skill. You don't have to worry about food and drink in your whole life. If you don't talk about it, it's just Wangjiatun. In the future, no girl from any family will come to you to embroider?" Grandma Chen turned the embroidered piece over and over. The more satisfied she was with it, she took ah Chou's hand and said warmly, "girl, if you promise, I'll take care of it if I see a proper job later. You can make a lot of money with your skill."

"Really?" Ah Chou was so happy that he got up to give grandma Chen a hug and a bow. "Please take care of it."

"Well, I'll keep an eye on it." Grandma Chen slapped ah Chou on the shoulder with a smile.

When embroidery failed, ah Chou didn't dare to stay too long. In the end, he didn't trust that Zhong Mingwei was alone at home. At present, he was busy scoring half of the agaric for Chen Qingxuan, and had to say goodbye to grandma Chen.

Chen Qingxuan sent ah Chou to the outside of the fence yard. He looked at ah Chou's smiling face, but he couldn't laugh at all.

"Mr. Chen, please stay. I'll do it myself." Out of the fence yard, ah Chou said goodbye to Chen Qingxuan.

"You Is your family in short supply? " After holding it for a long time, Chen Qingxuan couldn't help asking. He looked at ah Chou up and down. "Who else is there in your family? Why do you have to let a girl like you go out to work? "

In Chen Qingxuan's opinion, ah Chou is at most thirteen or fourteen years old, but such a half-year-old girl, every time she sees her, she is busy. In the Zhou Dynasty, there was no tradition for women to appear in the public, let alone such a young girl's house. Chen Qingxuan can't bear to look at it. Naturally, she is dissatisfied with ah Chou's family.

"My family If I can help him, I'll help him. "Ah Chou looked at the mountain behind him and whispered," I'd like to take care of him for the rest of my life. "

The voice of the latter half sentence is too light. Chen Qingxuan doesn't hear it at all. He looks at ah Chou carrying a big bamboo basket and carrying the skirt up the mountain. The red plum blossom in the skirt flickers and finally drowns in the verdant fragrance after the rain.

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The dumplings I ate the other day were noodles, which Zhong Mingwei asked for.

Ah Chou's hand rolled noodles, and made a fire to stir fry the shredded meat, fungus and tofu. As soon as he put them in, Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he took the handkerchief to wipe his hands and waited for him to eat. Now Zhong Mingwei's arms are moving, but his movements are still not very flexible, but in any case, they are much better than before. What's more, it gives him hope that ah Cho would feed him Eating, but now he's barely eating himself.

"Can you hold it?" A Chou held a bowl of noodles and didn't use chopsticks for a long time. He looked at Zhong Mingwei's trembling hand anxiously. "Or I'll feed you again and practice using chopsticks tomorrow."