Chapter 119: Who wants you to be with you

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Zhong Mingwei's breath suddenly became heavy, his face that wasn't itchy at all, was tickled by Ah Chou at this time, and it was still getting more and more itchy, even not knowing the face, he was itching all over his body, that white His little hand was gently rubbing back and forth on his face, and Zhong Mingwei's eyes followed the finger back and forth.
"Where is it?" Ah Chou was a little impatient. "You squeaked."
"No, no itching, go, go," Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he opened his eyes, coughed, and then said to Ah Chou, "Do you see if the pot is hot?"
"Oh." Ah Chou withdrew his hand, and then dug a large spoonful of lard and put it in the pot. She was usually reluctant to eat lard like this, but today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she has to cook big fish. , She will be willing.
Immediately after that, chili and entered the pot, and in the sound of a crackling pot, Aghou was busy shoveling and shoveling while pouring the fish into the pot.
"Cough cough cough!" Zhong Mingwei couldn't hold back, but he coughed again. This time it was not a pretended dry cough, but a solid cough for a while before stopping, even coughing out tears.
"I'll just say, the stove is definitely choking in the house, you have to put it inside, you see, choking?" When Zhong Mingwei coughed and heard, A Chou handed him a bowl of tea, wrinkled Looking at her, she was worried. "Otherwise, I won't cook in the house anymore. I'll go to the kitchen."
"It's okay," Zhong Mingwei shook his head busy, "I look happy when you cook."
"What's so happy?" Ah Chou's mouth was hard, but his voice was soft, and he stuffed the tea bowl into the man's hand. "Drink quickly."
Zhong Mingwei drank two sips of tea, and then placed the tea bowl on the stove. This time he seriously said to A Chou: "I just like to accompany you to cook, and I like the smell of smoke."
Yes, Zhong Mingwei really likes it. He likes Ah Chou to go round and round and around him. He also likes to watch how A Chou makes a delicious meal for him in this smoky fire. Zhong Mingwei didn't want to miss everything about them.
Not only that, Zhong Mingwei also found that he had become sticky. A man in his thirties, a tall man, like a child who sticks like a mother, wants to stick to their little girl inseparably, and Zhong Mingwei does not feel embarrassed. , But it's still sweet in my heart.
"Who wants you to accompany me?" A Chou didn't want to ignore him, he didn't look at Zhong Mingwei, but he kept smiling with a puff in his mouth, while turning over the fish in the pot, while trying to find the market that he just bought. The miso came back.
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything. In the bright fire, his eyebrows were bent into two lines.
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This is the first time Zhong Mingwei has eaten a big pot of stewed fish in his life. He is sitting in front of the stove, facing the big pot on the stove. The mouth he eats is oily, the fish is tender and tender, the fish soup is salty and delicious, and the paste is on the pot. Cornmeal cakes, crispy and fragrant on one side, eaten with thick fish soup, Zhong Mingwei almost did not bite his tongue.
"Why did you start?" Ah Chou sat cross-legged on the kang and ate, staring at Zhong Mingwei throwing away his chopsticks, holding the cake with his hand and eating it with soup, almost without dropping his chin.
In A Chou's eyes, Zhong Mingwei has always been noble, elegant and reserved. Rao is uncomfortable in his body and inconvenient to move, but this has not affected his nobles to do school. This is the first time A Chou saw Zhong Mingwei ... …
Well, unrestrained.
In fact, it ’s not difficult to see, big men, should they eat meat and soup?
It's just too strange if it's changed to Zhong Mingwei.
"Using chopsticks is too much trouble." Zhong Mingwei did not feel embarrassed.
To him, he is just like himself. He does n’t feel awkward in front of him. Moreover, every part of his body allows him to read it all over again. Still a man?