The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 305: Not comfortable
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"Mr. Chen..." Ah Chou suddenly put down his chopsticks, looked at Chen Qingxuan a little embarrassed, and said hesitantly, "I heard that the young lady from the prefect's family seems to be interested in you. I don't know what you think. Grandma Chen in a few days..."
"There is no such thing," Chen Qingxuan suddenly cut off A Chou's words. He took the handkerchief to wipe his mouth a little irritably, and said to A Chou, "Don't listen to that gossip."
"Oh." A Chou nodded uncomfortably, wondering in her mind whether in Chen Qingxuan's eyes she was a talker or a gossip, but this was not what she wanted to ask... …
"Grandma asked me to come and test my feelings?" After a pause, Chen Qingxuan asked suddenly.
"No, no, no," Achou waved her hands in a hurry. When she met Chen Qingxuan's straight gaze, she was discouraged again and whispered, "Grandma Chen doesn't want to force you, she is afraid of you. If you are too stubborn and offend the magistrate, your future will be delayed. Grandma Chen doesn't say anything, but she is worried in her heart."
"I know it well." Chen Qingxuan said solemnly.
"Oh, then...then it's okay," A Chou said uncomfortably. He stood up in a hurry and took out a large food box from the kitchen. He wrapped it tightly in a small cotton mattress, and A Chou put it The food box was placed on the table and he said to Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, please bring it up."
"I know," Chen Qingxuan looked at the huge food box and nodded. A Chou had been cooking for the past two days. He brought it up for Zhong Mingwei to eat, but yesterday he carried two food boxes. , just enough for Zhong Mingwei to be one day late, but there was only one today. Chen Qingxuan was a little puzzled, "Why is there only one food box today?"
"So I have to trouble you to make another trip at noon," A Chou said a little embarrassed, feeling that he was pushing too far, "I want to make him a bowl of noodle soup, and he'd better eat that one. , it hasn’t arrived for several days, but the noodle soup cannot be kept for a long time, so it has to be eaten ready-made, so I have to trouble Mr. Chen again."
Chen Qingxuan stood like this, much taller than A Chou. A Chou had to raise his head to talk to him, so he could clearly see A Chou's shyness and discomfort. Somehow Yes, he felt a little uncomfortable. He silently moved his eyes away and looked at the pile of dishes and bowls on the table, feeling indescribably blocked in his heart.
"Okay?" After not seeing a reply from Chen Qingxuan for a long time, Achou became a little anxious, "Otherwise, I will send it up when the time comes, and you can just go to the door and take it in. You don't need to go down the mountain... …”
"No, I'll just come and get it. You haven't recovered from the typhoid fever yet, so you can't run away," Chen Qingxuan said hurriedly, carrying the food box and walking outside, while not forgetting to tell A Chou, "Medicine." I’ve prepared everything, you can fry it for an hour, and you must drink the medicine, remember?”
"Yes, I remember," Ah Chou said hurriedly. She was now looking forward to getting well soon, so she didn't dare to drink less of the soup. She followed Chen Qingxuan and sent Chen Qingxuan out. , but she was so busy that she stopped. Seeing Chen Qingxuan wearing a cloak and walking out the door, she hesitated a little, but finally said, "Mr. Chen, could you please bring a few books up for him to read?" He likes to read."
Chen Qingxuan paused, turned around and entered the room, put down the food box in his hand, and asked A Chou: "What kind of books does he like to read?"
"I don't know," A Chou said politely. She really didn't know, and she didn't know a few words. She was always afraid that Zhong Mingwei would look down on her, so she never said anything like this to Zhong Mingwei. A Chou hesitated. After a while, he looked up at Chen Qingxuan again and said a little embarrassedly, "Mr. Chen, you can choose a few books at will. You are knowledgeable, so the books you choose must be good books."
"That's it." Chen Qingxuan nodded with a smile and went into the study to choose books.
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When Chen Qingxuan came in, Zhong Mingwei had already gotten up and washed himself. His knees were still red and swollen, but the injury on his feet was much better today. Zhong Mingwei was in a much better mood. He just looked outside. The goose feathers are snowing heavily, but the brows are kept furrowed.
While shaking the snow off his cloak, Chen Qingxuan entered the bedroom, put the food box on the small table, untied the tightly wrapped cotton mattress outside, and asked Zhong Mingwei: " Sir, how is the injury on your leg today?"