The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 33: Take a spoonful of me

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"Do you still want to drink now?" A Chou looked at the smile on his face, but for some reason, he felt a pain in his heart. This man was in his thirties and middle-aged. He was in this situation again, no one loved him anymore, no one pampered him anymore, in this desolate place with grass and sky, he only had her now.

"No," Zhong Mingwei shook his head, pursed his lips at A Chou, and said a little coyly, "I just want to drink some red bean porridge."

"Huh?" A Chou obviously didn't expect it and looked confused.

“Didn’t you just say that there is still half a pot of red bean porridge?” Zhong Mingwei said again, with a rare look of embarrassment, “I want to drink some more.”

"Oh..." A Chou responded, then got out of bed and walked to the kitchen lazily carrying the bowl.

After a while, A Chou came back, a little embarrassed. He was holding a small bowl of red bean porridge, sitting on the edge of the bed, and gently stirring the red bean porridge inside: "Just... the rice was served just now. At that time, I, I couldn't hold it back, I drank...I drank more than half of the bowl, and now I only have so much left..."

Zhong Mingwei looked at the half bowl of red bean porridge, and his lips tightened suddenly. He was holding fire in his heart, but facing the withered and droopy A Chou, he really couldn't express the fire. After a while, his lips tightened. After softening a little, he looked at A Chou's slightly red eyes and said softly: "Let's eat together from now on. It will be a good time for two of us."

"Oh." A Chou's voice was a little hoarse. She didn't dare to say anything more. She was so busy that she scooped up a spoonful of red bean porridge and brought it to Zhong Mingwei. Watching Zhong Mingwei eat the spoonful of red bean porridge, she felt relieved. Take a breath.

"You can drink it too," Zhong Mingwei said to A Chou, "The warm red bean porridge is more delicious than the hot one."

"Really?" A Chou took it seriously and quickly took a spoonful to eat. As soon as she met Zhong Mingwei's smiling eyes, she knew she had been fooled. She only ate them after they were warmed by blowing them. Different? A Chou secretly cursed himself for being so stupid. He couldn't get up and down the mouthful of red bean porridge in his mouth. In the end, he swallowed the mouthful of porridge with difficulty under Zhong Mingwei's gaze.

"Is it delicious?" Zhong Mingwei asked her with a smile.

A Chou ignored him and scooped a large spoonful of red bean porridge into the man's mouth. The porridge was not hot, so she was not worried about burning him at all.

"Take another bite," Zhong Mingwei swallowed the porridge in his mouth, raised his eyes and said to A Chou, "You obviously like sweets, eat more."

"Which of your eyes can see that I love sweets?" A Chou muttered, but he still scooped up a spoonful of red bean porridge and ate it himself, and then scooped up another spoonful and fed it to him. Zhong Mingwei said, "You're still telling me, don't you also love sweets?"

"How can I, a grown man, like to eat sweets?"

"Stay tough! Take a spoonful of me!"

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In Ninggu Pagoda in May, in the dark dusk, in an empty and simple house, on a huge wooden bed, two people are like children, one bite and one bite, sharing a little bit of sweetness.

The fifth day of May in the 32nd year of Jiasheng

The capital.

Cining Palace.

Ever since the crown prince was deposed, Queen Mother Xu has been ill. Long live Lord Zhong Zhiheng is a filial son, so he would go to Cining Palace to serve the Queen Mother’s decoctions whenever he had free time. However, the Queen Mother’s illness worsened every time she saw him. It would get worse and worse, and eventually, Long Live Lord wouldn't go there that much. But today was the Dragon Boat Festival, and Zhong Zhiheng still went to pay his respects to the Queen Mother.