The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei looks at ah Chou's lower head and can't help but hook his lips. How can this girl's face be so thin?

Mingming was reluctant to get up from his leg just now, but his face turned red again.

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Ah Chou's face is really thin, not only because of the "belly pocket" he just blurted out, but also because of other reasons.

Ah Chou didn't wear his belly pocket. He never did. It's not because ah Chou is too poor to wear it. It's just a foot or two of cloth. He can't wear silk. Can't he wear cotton? Ah Cho doesn't wear it, because ah Cho really doesn't need to wear it. He has no front and back like a child. Where does he need to wear a belly pocket? But recently, ah Chou felt that his body had such a change

She seems to be a long girl, with more meat on her body, and gradually she can distinguish between the front and the back. Although it is still not so obvious, she knows the growing taste very well. Just like the old maid in Huanyi Bureau said before, it is the same with grandma Chen's education. Ah Chou knows that she is developing in the direction of the big girl.

A Chou is very shy, especially in front of Zhong Mingwei.

New clothes are unnecessary. Ah Chou thinks that he will have to pull two feet of cloth to make a belly pocket next time when he goes to the market. But what flowers will be embroidered on his belly pocket then?

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"Do you think the pattern looks good?" Ah Chou suddenly raised his head and Baba handed the half embroidered embroidery piece of mandarin duck playing in the water to Zhong Mingwei.

"You haven't finished embroidering, how can I know whether it looks good or not?" Zhong Mingwei looked at a lotus bag on the embroidered piece, and he couldn't help laughing.

"And this one?" Ah Chou was so busy that he pulled out the three finished embroidered pieces from the needle and thread frame and sent them to Zhong Mingwei. "Do you have a look at this? This is between the fish and the lotus leaves. This is the double wings and the flying. This is the parallel lotus. Which one is good-looking

"Well, why do you ask that?" Zhong Mingwei looked at the screwdriver embroidered piece in wonder. He couldn't understand why ah Chou wanted to take the screwdriver needle and embroider to ask him. Looking at ah Chou's face again, Zhong Mingwei was even more puzzled. "How can the face be so red?"

"Who let you see me? Look here! " Ah Chou was so angry that he clapped Zhong Mingwei's leg hard. "Tell me, which pattern is good?"

"This one." Zhong Mingwei points to the embroidered piece of judilian and says to ah Chou. In fact, in his eyes, the red and green patterns of the screwdriver are really no different.

"Oh." Ah Chou didn't ask, and didn't worry. He picked up the embroidered piece and unconsciously looked at the embroidered piece of judilian.

"What's the matter?" Asked Zhong Mingwei.

"I I I won't tell you! I won't tell you! " Ah Chou, with a red face and a stiff neck, said to the man. He hurriedly got up with a needle basket and left.

"Alas, alas! How are you going? " Zhong Mingwei was in a hurry. He twisted his head to send ah Chou's body into the main hall. "Girl, where are you going? What can I do here alone? "

"Bask in your sun!" Ah Chou never returns.

"Oh." Zhong Mingwei took a pitiful sniff and reached for the half bowl of jasmine tea, which was delivered to his mouth, but was snatched.

"How dare you drink such cold tea? Not afraid of tummy trouble? Is that what I want? " Ah Chou stared at him with a tea bowl in one hand and a blanket in the other.

Zhong Mingwei knew what was wrong. He smiled and begged for forgiveness. Ah Chou took a look at him, put down the tea bowl, and covered him with a blanket. But Zhong Mingwei was still sweating. Just about to speak, he heard ah Chou's straight face: "although it was warm in the sun, it was cool in the end. The cool wind made him warm."

"Yes, it is," Zhong Mingwei nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice. "What I learned from you, sir."

"Glib!" Ah Chou took another look at him, but he couldn't help laughing. He asked, "what would you like to eat in the afternoon?"