Chapter 119

Zhong Mingwei's breathing suddenly became heavy. His face, which was not itchy at all, was tickled by a Chou at this time, and it was still more and more itchy. Even though he didn't know it was his face, he was itching all over his body. The white hand was tickling back and forth on his face. Zhong Mingwei's eyes were tickling back and forth with that finger.

"Where the hell is it?" Ah Chou was a little impatient. "You're squeaking."

"No, it's not itchy, OK, OK," Zhong Mingwei said to ah Chou after coughing and keeping his eyes closed. "Can you see if the pot is hot?"

"Oh." Ah Chou took back her hand and dug a tablespoon of lard and put it into the pot. She was reluctant to eat lard like this. But today is the Mid Autumn Festival, and she will be willing to cook big fish.

Then the pepper and ginger were put into the pot, and the sound of "crackling" pan was heard. Ah Chou hurriedly stir fried the fish and meat in the pot.

"Cough!" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but coughed. This time, instead of pretending to be a dry cough, he coughed solidly for a long time before stopping. Even tears came out.

"I'll tell you, the stove must be choking when it's put in the room. You have to put it in there. Look, is it choking?" When Zhong Mingwei coughs, ah Chou hands him a bowl of tea, frowns at her, and worries, "otherwise, I will not cook in the house. I will go to the kitchen."

"It's OK," Zhong Mingwei shook his head busily. "I'm glad you cook."

"What can I be happy about?" Ah Chou's mouth is hard, but his voice is soft. He shoves the tea bowl into the man's hand. "Drink it."

Zhong Mingwei took two mouthfuls of tea, and then put the tea bowl on the stove. This time, he seriously said to ah Chou, "I just like to cook with you. I like the smell of lampblack no matter how heavy it is."

Yes, Zhong Mingwei really likes it. He likes that ah Chou is busy around him. He also likes to watch how ah Chou makes a delicious meal for him in this smoky fire. Zhong Mingwei doesn't want to miss anything about them.

Not only that, Zhong Mingwei also found that he had become a stickler. A man in his thirties, like a mother and a child, wanted to stick to their little girl. Zhong Mingwei didn't feel embarrassed, but he was very sweet.

"Who wants your company?" Ah Chou didn't want to talk to him. He didn't even look at Zhong Mingwei, but he was smiling all the time. He turned over the fish in the pot and went to look for the sauce he had just bought at the market.

Zhong Mingwei said nothing more. In the light of the fire, his eyebrows and eyes were bent into two lines.

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This is the first time that Zhong Mingwei has eaten stewed fish in a big pot in his life. He sits in front of the stove, facing the big pot on the stove. His mouth is full of oil. The fish is fresh and tender. The fish soup is salty, fragrant and delicious. The corn flour pancake pasted on the pot is crispy, fragrant and glutinous. It's eaten with thick fish soup. Zhong Mingwei almost doesn't bite his tongue off.

"Why did you do it?" Ah Chou sat cross legged on the Kang and ate. He stared at Zhong Mingwei and threw away his chopsticks. He took the cake with his hands and dipped it in the soup. He almost dropped his chin.

In the eyes of a Chou, Zhong Mingwei has always been noble, elegant and reserved. However, his body is not comfortable and his actions are not convenient. However, this has not affected his noble style at all. It is the first time that a Chou saw Zhong Mingwei

Well, uninhibited.

In fact, it's not ugly. A man should eat meat and drink soup, right?

It's just that it would be strange for Zhong Mingwei.

"Chopsticks are too much work." Zhong Mingwei didn't feel too embarrassed.

Ah Chou is like himself to him. He doesn't feel uncomfortable in front of ah Chou. Moreover, every part of his body has been seen by ah Chou, and then he is a man?