The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei swallowed the mouthful of steamed stuffed bun while breathing out, and then drank a couple of sips of water, and finally came back to life, but he didn't have the face to eat steamed stuffed bun again, he was a little annoyed , a man in his thirties, who has always been calm and rational, why is he so ashamed when he comes in front of this girl? It must have been infected by this girl...

However, this steamed stuffed bun is really delicious.

Ah Chou blew and blew half of the bun in his hand, took another bite himself, and made sure that his mouth was not burning, and then sent it to Zhong Mingwei: It's not burning now, let's eat.

Zhong Mingwei was still holding his breath, but he had no resistance at all to the steaming steamed buns that smelled of oil, and finally opened his mouth grudgingly.

Ah Chou fed him with one hand, and ate the buns with the other hand. While eating, he hummed: Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, we don't eat zongzi, but we eat buns instead, hehe, what do you think? Is there anything more stupid than that?

Yes, I have! Eating a steamed bun can be scalded! Do you mean stupid or not? !

Zhong Mingwei disliked himself silently in his heart, but his mouth was not idle. He ate half of the bun in two bites. After eating, he still licked the oil on his lips, still wanting to eat...

Before Zhong Mingwei could open his mouth, a big bun was delivered to him, followed by Ah Chou's nagging: Don't burn it anymore!

Zhong Mingwei was a little angry again, and suddenly he didn't want to eat buns anymore. However, he ate four big buns in the end, and finally stopped when he hiccupped. Got it to start.

Zhong Mingwei became even angrier.

After eating the buns, Ah Chou boiled two large pots of hot water. He had been thinking about washing Zhong Mingwei's hair a few days ago, but he was too busy to take care of it, and he just went down the mountain to buy saponins, grates, etc. , this is finally all the items.

Ah Chou came in with a large basin of water, and brought another bucket of hot water into the room, then moved Zhong Mingwei to the edge of the bed, so that his head was right on the edge of the bed, making it easier to wash his hair.

Are you panicking like this? Ah Chou was afraid that the edge of the bed would be too hard for Zhong Mingwei, so he took a pillow and wanted to put his head under it.

No, it's just right. Zhong Mingwei hurriedly said, he couldn't bear to get the little pink pillow wet with water.

That's fine, let's do this first. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. A Chou said, while searching for a stool, he put the water basin on the stool, just under the edge of the bed, and A Chou gave Zhong Mingwei's hair rope to him. He untied it, and put his disheveled hair into the basin, and gently rubbed his hair with his thin and fair hands.

Zhong Mingwei's hair was really dirty. The first two waters, Ah Chou, just rubbed the dirt on his head and did not wash it. The water was already black. It was not until the third water, that the water became less muddy, and A Chou took the soap locusts. After applying it on Zhong Mingwei's hair, she rubbed Zhong Mingwei's scalp and asked, Does it hurt? Is it strong?

It doesn't hurt, I can get more strength. Zhong Mingwei hummed with his eyes closed in comfort, his eyebrows twitching because of Ah Chou's movements.

Ah Chou liked his ease so much, and immediately added some strength to his hands, Zhong Mingwei hummed louder, and Ah Chou couldn't help laughing: You used to have this kind of virtue when you washed your hair? Don't be afraid. A servant joke?