The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 64: The dumplings you made

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"I've been thinking about eating and drinking all day long, but I don't see any flesh on your body." Zhong Mingwei raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said softly, "Then let's make some dumplings too? The ones stuffed with shepherd's purse?"

"Okay, add some meat to the shepherd's purse vermicelli, hehehe, I'm craving for this too," A Chou said with a smile, pinching Zhong Mingwei's nose again, and said, "By the way, don't always criticize me. Ah, what do you like to eat?"

Zhong Mingwei was stunned and couldn't answer this question for a while.

He has no favorite food, and a king has no preferences. This is what the Queen Mother taught him early in the morning.

When he was a child, he just ate one more bite of crispy chicken, but the Queen Mother held down his chopsticks and ordered Bi Qiao to take away the crispy chicken. He didn't know what was going on and stared at it eagerly. The crispy chicken drifts away from the plate.

No matter how much he likes a dish, he can only eat it with three chopsticks at most. This is the emperor's skill that he has learned since he was a child. At that time, he didn't understand why he couldn't enjoy his favorite crispy chicken. For this reason, there was a big fuss in Cining Palace.

What did the Queen Mother say later?

"Mingwei, not showing favoritism and knowing moderation, this is the way to be a king," the Queen Mother said slowly while wiping his tears, "When you grow up, you will understand."

Later, when he grew up, he really understood.

With the expectation of the Queen Mother, he gradually grew into the deep and immovable Prince of the East Palace. His position became more and more stable, his temper became more and more serious, his smiles became less and less, and then he became more and more... I admire the Queen Mother’s great wisdom.

Don't be partial and know how to be moderate. This is true for things and people. If not, you will have a weakness and a place to be stabbed.

……

"What do you like to eat?" A Chou became a little impatient and went to twist Zhong Mingwei's nose again.

"Dumplings," Zhong Mingwei came back to his senses and faced A Chou with a big smile. He felt his heart was soft, "I like to eat the dumplings you make."

"Hey hey hey, then I'm going to make noodles, and today we're going to eat dumplings!" A Chou happily got off the bed, and then jumped out, humming something he didn't know where he heard it from. The play says, "He looked at us, and we looked down at him. He and I, and we shared him, were so worried about each other. How could enemies achieve a marriage, and it would be up to him to die in front of the Palace of Hell..."

The second day of June in the 32nd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

It has been raining for two days, but it has cleared up today. After A Chou gave Zhong Mingwei some breakfast, he went out carrying a big bamboo basket. Mushrooms and fungus must be indispensable in the mountains after the rain. A Chou didn't recognize them very well. She recognized mushrooms, but fungus. She kept walking and stopping along the way. By the time she reached the foot of the mountain, she had already picked most of the basket of fungus.

"Girl, are you going out again today?" Chen Qingxuan came out to pour water and saw A Chou pulling the fungus on their fence.

"Huh?" Ah Chou was startled. She was still holding the fungus on the fence. Who would have expected that she would be caught in the act? She immediately blushed and let go of the fence stake. "...Won't the rain stop? I'll go out and pick some fungus and go back."

"Are you thirsty?" Chen Qingxuan could see her discomfort and was busy trying to smooth things over, "I happen to have freshly brewed jujube tea at home. Girl, come in and try it."

"Is it convenient?" A Chou was really embarrassed and always disturbed others. She looked at the mud on her shoes and became even more embarrassed. She waved her hands in a hurry and said, "No, I'm not thirsty, I just took it off. I’m afraid I won’t be able to finish all the fungus at once, so I’ll give you half of it!”

"No merit will be rewarded, girl. If you don't come in and have a sip of hot tea, I won't be able to take away this fungus," Chen Qingxuan said with a smile. He opened the door and urged A Chou, "Come in quickly."

A Chou had no choice but to follow him into the yard, rubbing the mud on the soles of his shoes on the steps, and then followed Chen Qingxuan into the main hall. However, Chen Qingxuan was not the only one in the main hall today, but there was also an old lady with gray hair. Is embroidering flowers in front of the window sill.