The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Fortunately, I have clogs on the bottom of my cotton shoes, so I'm not afraid of slippery roads, Chen Qingxuan said with a smile, while looking at the overly expensive ink fox cloak that Ah Chou was wearing, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised, this is really not an ordinary item I am afraid that the magistrate’s family will not be able to find such a good-looking cloak, so Chen Qingxuan asked hesitantly, Is everything okay at home? The mountain will be closed when it snows, are there enough vegetables, meat and food? Grandma Don't worry, let me come up and take a look.

It's already enough, enough to eat until the first month! Ah Chou said hurriedly, feeling embarrassed at the same time, Mr. Chen, you see, I always trouble you and grandma.

Just tell me that, if you say it in front of grandma, she will definitely get angry again, Chen Qingxuan said with a smile, and handed the big burden in front of Ah Chou, saying , Grandma made sticky bean buns, knowing that you can't make them, so I also made one for you.

Sticky bean buns? Ah Chou immediately smiled, We were still thinking about this smell this morning. Grandma Chen is really my interpreter!

Chen Qingxuan frowned, and wanted to know the identity of Ah Chou's uncle. A Chou was born in poverty at first glance, but this cloak...

Mr. Chen, have you finished the sausages I gave you last time? Ah Chou took the bag and hugged it in his arms, and hurriedly asked him again, Shall I bring you some more?

No need, there are still some good ones, Chen Qingxuan waved his hands in a hurry, in a few days, my grandma and I will go back to the village for New Year's Eve, and it's not easy to keep things in the private school, but you really need something here Yes, before returning to the village, I will buy it for you.

No, I bought everything at the market, thank you, Mr. Chen. Ah Chou was very grateful to Chen Qingxuan who always took such good care of her.

Well, I'm leaving now, Chen Qingxuan nodded, and was about to turn around when he suddenly turned around and asked Ah Chou, Do you need Spring Festival couplets? If so, I'll write them and send them to you before I leave. .”

No need, we... A Chou rarely showed her daughter's shyness in front of Chen Qingxuan, lowered her head and whispered, We write it ourselves.

Oh, then, I'm leaving. Chen Qingxuan stared at Ah Chou's flushed cheeks, and was taken aback for a while, then nodded, turned around and went down the mountain.

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After seeing off Chen Qingxuan, Ah Chou went back to the bedroom with a blushing face.

Why did you go out for so long? Zhong Mingwei was a little unhappy, and saw a man outside through the crack of the window, although he couldn't see the man's face clearly, Zhong Mingwei still guessed who was coming, and looked at Ah Chou eagerly After talking with him at the door for so long, he clearly knew that Ah Chou was not a person who would change his mind, but Zhong Mingwei still felt sour in his heart, even more sour than old vinegar.

Mr. Chen brought us sticky bean buns. It's a big bag, enough for us to eat for several days. Ah Chou put the big bag of sticky bean buns on the kang while taking off his cloak, and opened it Come and see, and happily said to Zhong Mingwei, You see, as soon as you miss sticky bean buns, Mr. Chen sent such a big bag. Isn't it very pleasant and touching?

Hmph! Zhong Mingwei wasn't surprised at all, but moved? You can pull it down!

Grandma Chen's craftsmanship is really good, it tastes delicious when you look at it, Ah Chou couldn't help but smile when he looked at the sticky bean buns, and said to Zhong Mingwei, Let's steam it for lunch.

Zhong Mingwei glanced at the yellow sticky bean buns, his complexion was much better than before, but he still didn't want to show Ah Chou a good face, so he asked A Chou with a sullen face, Why don't you just come and give me a sticky bean bun? Why are you still talking to me? What have you been talking for so long?

How long have you been talking? Ah Chou finally came back to her senses. She gave Zhong Mingwei a gouged look, and while sending the sticky bean buns to the outer hall, she kept babbling endlessly, Your Chen Mr. is an upright gentleman, and he has always taken care of us, what a nice man, don't think about it.

Hmph, does he still need to think wildly?

That high-minded and arrogant sour scholar doesn't even look down on the daughter of the magistrate's family, but he cares so much about their little girl, who is giving brown sugar and sticky bean buns, so attentive.

Zhong Mingwei's heart was so sore that he was born with that incomprehensible girl, and at this very moment she was still talking to him about the benefits of that sour scholar.