The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

31. The Sweetness

Translator: Iris Guo

“But you only had one bow!” A’Chou frowned and got a little unhappy. “You had two bowls yesterday.”

Zhong Mingwei was too embarrassed to admit that he wasn’t full, so he just repeated: “You eat.”

The sweet red bean porridge was so delicious that he wanted to leave some for A’Chou. Although she kept saying that she would eat in the kitchen, he didn’t believe her and was afraid that she wanted to save the porridge for him.

“Okay.” A’Chou had to listen to him. As soon as she ate, she frowned even more deeply and stared at Zhong Mingwei with discontent: “Isn’t it delicious? Are you…You are still picky about food at your age?”

Zhong Mingwei was a little embarrassed, coughed, and then said: “I don’t feel hungry since I lie in bed every day.”

“Well, I’ll massage your belly after finishing the porridge.” A’Chou hastened to gulp down the porridge and didn’t care that the spoon was just used by Zhong Mingwei.

He looked at her terrible table manners, but he thought she was…lovely.

Yes, lovely.

This was a word that Zhong Mingwei never thought he would use. However, he naturally thought of this word when looking at A’Chou, a word that he felt embarrassed and uncomfortable about.

Her mouth was filled with porridge, and her eyes sparkled like a little greedy squirrel. He couldn’t help smiling. It seemed that she had a sweet tooth.

In fact, Zhong Mingwei also had a sweet tooth. When he was a child, he could have all kinds of dessert such as water chestnut cake, Napoleons, and milk tea. When he got older, as the noble Crown Prince, he was embarrassed to eat dessert in front of people, so he usually ate in his study. The old Mammy who brought him up cared about him most. As soon as he entered the study, she would secretly bring dessert for him. They had such a tacit understanding for years. However, after she died, no one would bring him dessert anymore. At that time, he was already a 16-year-old teenager. Then he stopped eating dessert.

He got married at the age of 18. One day, when he just went back home, he passed by the kitchen and saw a group of people inside. He randomly asked a servant what was going on, and was told that Miss Ding was cooking for him herself. He thought that was interesting, so he walked quietly towards the kitchen. However, he paused after taking merely two steps. Miss Ding said to maids in the kitchen: “Your Highness doesn’t eat sugar, so don’t put honey on the skin of the roasted rabbit.”

He entered the study directly.

He didn’t recall what he had for dinner that day and only remembered that there was no trace of sweetness in all kinds of dishes.

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“What’s wrong? Why are you distracted?” A’Chou was gently massaging Zhong Mingwei’s belly and asked him after looking at him for a long time, “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing. Just some old stuff.” whispered Zhong Mingwei. He felt that A’Chou’s small hands repeatedly moved on his belly in a circle and cautiously avoided his bedsores, and couldn’t stop sighing comfortably.