The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 803: Skates

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"Let's go." Zhong Zhiheng walked out with a sullen face. Zhao Ruhai was so busy that he got a big cloak and put it on Zhong Zhiheng.

"Ask the imperial kitchen to stew a bowl of chestnut and lotus root soup for Concubine Hui, and deliver it to Concubine Hui when she wakes up." Walking outside the door, Zhong Zhiheng suddenly said to Zhao Ruhai, "Tell her, I will be here in a while." Go see her."

"Yes, I obey." Zhao Ruhai was so busy that he bowed and agreed.

……

The second day of the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

Nanshan Villa.

After Meiya came back from the magistrate's office, she remained silent and stayed in the kitchen washing and scrubbing. In fact, there was nothing to do, but she just couldn't stop. Zhong Mingwei knew that she was in a bad mood. He didn't stop her and followed her into the kitchen, accompanying her to wash the dishes that had already been washed spotlessly.

"No need to wash it..." Meiya couldn't stand it. She snatched a plate from Zhong Mingwei's hand and put it on the table. She lowered her head and said, "What do you want for lunch?"

"Let's eat dumplings. It's already the second day of the Lunar New Year, and we haven't even eaten a dumpling yet," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, while adding, "I'll chop the stuffing, and you'll make the noodles."

"It's done."

The two of them started busy at that moment. Zhong Mingwei was a little absent-minded. While chopping the stuffing, he glanced at Meiya from time to time. Meiya kept her head down and her face, without even looking at him.

"Don't peek at me anymore, chop your hands carefully." Meiya finally couldn't help it, frowning and glaring at the man.

"Oh," Zhong Mingwei turned away a little uncomfortably, but he couldn't help it after a while. He simply put down the knife, then walked to Meiya and squatted down in front of Meiya, asking softly, "What are you doing?" Not happy? Is it... Miss Gu’s case is not good?"

On this day, the prefect's Yamen opened the trial of Gu Qingtong's manslaughter of Meng Wencai in the flower hall. Meiya presided over it. The only people present were Mrs. Meng, Gu Qingtong, and Fang Chengyin, who was sent by Fang Zuotang to attend on his behalf.

"What can be good about this kind of case?" Meiya whispered, rubbing the face cloth on her hands, looking at Zhong Mingwei, and then said, "Don't ask, I won't follow you anyway. Said."

"I didn't even think about asking. I just saw that you were in a low mood, and I was worried that the case might not be good for Miss Gu." Zhong Mingwei said.

"No, Mrs. Meng has signed and signed that she will no longer pursue the death of Meng Wencai, and their family will never cause trouble to Miss Gu again. But I looked at Miss Gu and made up her mind to leave Ning Guta. Like," Meiya lowered her head and continued to make the noodles, but after a while, she stood up impatiently, then frowned and said to Zhong Mingwei, "Forget it, don't eat dumplings, I have no intention. Kneading noodles."

"Then..." Zhong Mingwei looked at the half-chopped meat on the table, and then at the noodles in the basin, a little confused, "Then what should we eat?"

"Let's just have gnocchi soup," Meiya said, pointing to the meat filling on the table, and added, "Vegetable and meat gnocchi soup."

"Okay! Then I'm going to light the fire!" At that moment, Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he went to light the fire.

……

After eating, Meiya still had no energy, so she went back to the bedroom to take a nap. Zhong Mingwei rarely went to the bedroom with Meiya, but came to the study alone. He walked to the bookcase and bent down. Pulled out a wooden box from the bottom of the bookcase, opened it, and took out a pair of exquisite and beautiful skates. Then he squatted on the ground and began to carefully examine the new pair of skates.

He had never made shoes before, let alone skates. He learned secretly from Gu Changlin for more than a month before he dared to make such a pair himself.