Chapter 129 Don't Be Angry, Don't Be Angry

"Sure, let me thank you on behalf of grandma," Chen Qingxuan said, while handing another bag to Ah Chou, and said awkwardly, "Here is some brown sugar, red dates and ginger. You usually Eat more red dates, then...you can make ginger soup and brown sugar tea when you feel unwell for a few days."

"Oh," Ah Chou was startled, then blushed and lowered her head. She took the bag from Chen Qingxuan and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

"That's fine, I'll go down the mountain if it's okay." Chen Qingxuan said.

"Okay, you go." Ah Chou said hurriedly.

Chen Qingxuan waved at him, then turned and went down the mountain.

Ah Chou looked at Chen Qingxuan's back as he drifted away, and felt a little guilty in his heart. He hurried up the mountain to give her embroidery work and supplements, so she had to invite him in for a cup of tea anyway. But Zhong Mingwei's body is inconvenient, and he's still holding back badly...

correct!

Zhong Mingwei is still holding back!

The next second, Ah Chou closed the door with a bang, and ran into the room with his luggage.

Zhong Mingwei also quickly closed the window and returned to his original position. Just as he sat down, Ah Chou rushed in, panting and put the bundle in his hand on the kang, and came to help Zhong Mingwei: "Quick, I'll help you down." , don't hold back..."

"I really don't want to." Zhong Mingwei was speechless, why does this girl insist on catching something every time?

"Really don't want to?" Ah Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei suspiciously, seeing that Zhong Mingwei really didn't mean it, so he breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down, and suddenly tilted his head to look at Zhong Mingwei after a long while, "No, Why haven't you wanted to go to the toilet for so long? Are you constipated? I'll go down the mountain and buy you some senna leaves?"

The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "..."

"Oh oh oh, you have the right to pretend that I didn't say anything," Ah Chou knew he had made a slip of the tongue and hurriedly made amends, "I really didn't say anything, and you didn't hear anything either!"

Zhong Mingwei sucked in silently and then exhaled silently, telling himself again and again, don't get angry, don't get angry.

"What's in here?" Before A Chou could speak again, Zhong Mingwei changed the subject in a hurry, pointing to the bag and asked A Chou, "What did the Chen give you?"

"Oh, it was Grandma Chen who took the embroidery work for me. Mr. Chen probably sent it because Grandma Chen was inconvenient to climb the mountain," A Chou said, and said to Zhong Mingwei with a happy face, "Grandma Chen gave it to me this time." Taking on a big job, this time I can earn at least four silver coins, and we have all the money for firewood and rice noodles this winter!"

"Oh." Zhong Mingwei said silently, glancing at that not-so-small burden, his heart, which was originally sour, was now full of distress and disappointment.

"Are you still eating?" Ah Chou looked at the food left on the small table and asked Zhong Mingwei hesitantly.

"I don't want to eat," Zhong Mingwei said, adding, "Save it for the next meal."

"Yeah." Ah Chou agreed in a hurry, feeling a little happy. There was still a lot of noodle soup left, so she just poured it out. She was really reluctant, and it was hard for Zhong Mingwei not to dislike it.

At that moment, Ah Chou packed up the bowls and chopsticks and took them out to wash.

Zhong Mingwei sitting on the kang was meaningless. Looking at the two bundles beside him, he stretched out his hand to untie them. One bundle was full of needles and threads, and he felt dizzy just looking at it, while the other bundle...

Zhong Mingwei looked at the brown sugar, ginger, and red dates inside, and was stunned. He fixedly looked at the bag of brown sugar, then turned around suddenly, and looked out through the crack of the window. The dishwashing girl, what Ah Chou said before suddenly echoed in his mind...

"That Mr. Chen knows medical skills, and his pulse is accurate. If you feel uncomfortable in the future, you don't have to go all the way to the market to ask for a doctor. You can just go down the mountain to ask for Mr. Chen."

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With trembling fingers, Zhong Mingwei fastened the burden again. He sat on the kang in a daze, staring at the pink pillow on the bedside. fist.