The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

109. Only Zhong Mingwei Tied Her Hair

Translator: Iris Guo

“Why do you want the stove here? There will be kitchen smell all over.” When Uncle Chen left, A’Chou couldn’t help complaining. “I get up very early every day, so I’ll have to cook in your room and wake you up.”

In fact, she already woke him up every day.

Zhong Mingwei gently smiled, put the tea bowl down, and drew A’Chou over: “Build it here. I want to watch you cook.”

“What’s fun with cooking?” muttered A’Chou. She couldn’t help blushing, lowered her head, and glanced at Zhong Mingwei: “Fine. It’s what you want, so don’t blame it on me if you’re annoyed by the noise or the smell.”

Zhong Mingwei smiled and rubbed A’Chou’s messy hair. Uncle Chen came too early, and he hadn’t had the time to tie her hair. He pulled her hair together and pouted to her: “Go get the comb.”

“It’s okay.” whispered A’Chou, blushing. “There are people outside. I’ll do it myself.”

“As you said, they are outside and won’t see it.” said Zhong Mingwei softly.

Although A’Chou was whining, she was delighted and went out for the comb. Then, she listened to Zhong Mingwei and sat in front of him. He grabbed her hair in his big hands, and inevitably pulled too hard, but she didn’t feel any pain and kept smiling foolishly.

Since she was a kid, no one else had tied her hair.

He was really kind to her, so she would treat him better.

“Why are you laughing?” Zhong Mingwei listened to A’Chou giggle and couldn’t help asking.

“When they finish the stove, I’ll make stewed wild fish and cornmeal pancakes, and you’ll just eat in your bed, which is very convenient.” whispered A’Chou while pointing to the corner as if the stove had already been built. “The fish would be so tasteful if I stew it with spring water. Moreover, I’ll add some local soybean paste, which is nicer than what I had in the capital. The steaming fish gives off the fragrance, and the crispy pancakes smell great and are dipped in the soup, haha. I bet you will at least eat ten pancakes…”

“Ten? I bet twenty.” Zhong Mingwei really suspected that A’Chou was a chef and storyteller in her another life. When it came to food, her vivid description would make him drool, even if he had just finished his breakfast. He put the comb down, took the rope, and twined it around her hair, smiling: “I’ll help you cook too.”

“Haha, I’m afraid you will make things worse. Just wait for the food.” A’Chou chuckled, touched her hair, and said awkwardly: “It’s really nice. Have you practiced on purpose before?”

In fact, A’Chou wanted to ask Zhong Mingwei whether he had done it for other women. Although he already said no, he did her hair so neatly that she got suspicious. However, she couldn’t ask directly because that would make her a jealous drama queen.

“Why would I do that? I’m a big man after all.” Zhong Mingwei couldn’t help laughing, tied the red rope in a beautiful bow, and pinched A’Chou’s ponytail: “I’ve only practiced on you.”

A’Chou was in a better mood, and felt completely relieved and warm. She laughed too: “Well, practice more. I’ve seen some girls with all kinds of gorgeous buns. I really envy them, but I’m too dumb to learn how to tie my hair neatly.”

“Sure, I’ll do that.” answered Zhong Mingwei with a smile. He used to be the noble Crown Prince, and now he had become a servant concentrating on tying A’Chou’s hair. What an easy transition!