The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

39. Don’t Choke Yourself

Translator: Iris Guo

Zhong Mingwei gasped for air to feel cooler while he swallowed the stuffed steamed bun in his mouth. He hastened to gulp down several mouthfuls of water, and finally felt better. However, he was too embarrassed to eat more. Besides, he got a little mad at himself. As a man in his thirties, he had always been calm and rational. How could he always lose face in front of A’Chou? He must have been negatively influenced by the girl since they had stayed together for so long

However, the stuffed steamed bun she made was really delicious.

A’Chou blew into the other half of the stuffed steamed bun in her hand several times, took a bite to make sure it wasn’t that hot, gave it to Zhong Mingwei, and said: “It’s not hot. You could eat.”

Zhong Mingwei was still sulky, but he couldn’t resist the fragrance of the greasy stuffed steamed bun. Therefore, he opened his mouth slowly.

A’Chou fed him while eating: “Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, but we are having stuffed steamed buns instead of Zongzi. Ha ha! Is there something stupider than this?”

Yes! I got burnt when eating the stuffed steamed bun! How did that sound?

Zhong Mingwei despised himself silently, but he didn’t stop eating and finished the half of the stuffed steamed bun very soon. He licked his lips and wanted to have more.

When Zhong Mingwei was about to ask, A’Chou gave him another and nagged: “Don’t get burnt this time!”

Zhong Mingwei got a little mad again, and suddenly he had no appetite. However, he still ate another four big stuffed steamed buns until he hiccupped. Since then, before every meal, A’Chou would say “Don’t choke yourself”, and Zhong Mingwei would get angry.

After finishing the meal, A’Chou boiled two big pots of water. She planned to wash Zhong Mingwei’s hair a few days ago, but she had been too busy. Finally, she just went downhill and got everything necessary such as soap powder and a comb.

A’Chou came in the chamber with a large basin of water and a bucket of hot water. Then, she moved Zhong Mingwei towards the edge of his bed and let his head rest there to make it easier to wash his hair.

“Does your head hurt?” Worrying that the edge of the bed was too hard, A’Chou took the pillow and was about to put it under Zhong Mingwei’s head.

“No, it’s alright.” Zhong Mingwei said hurriedly because he didn’t want to wet the little pink pillow.

“Okay then. Just let me know when you’re hurt.” said A’Chou. She found a stool and put the basin on it, just below the edge of Zhong Mingwei’s bed. Then, she untied his disheveled hair, put it in the basin, and rubbed it gently with her slim and fair hands.

Zhong Mingwei’s hair was really dirty. A’Chou rinsed it twice and roughly rubbed the filth, and the water already got black. When she changed the water in the basin for the third time, the water was not that muddy, so she applied some soap powder to his hair. She asked him while massaging his scalp: “Does it hurt? Am I rubbing too hard?”

“No. Harder.” Zhong Mingwei felt so comfortable that he closed his eyes and hummed. His eyebrows moved along with the movement of A’Chou’s hands.

A’Chou really liked it when Zhong Mingwei enjoyed the moment and began to rub harder, so he hummed louder. She couldn’t help laughing: “Were you like this before? Didn’t you worry that your servants would laugh at you?