The president always wants to steal my sweet potato

Mu Yaqi smiled and shook her head, saying with a hint of regret: "No."

Lu Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief and compromised, "Okay then."

Mu Yaqi said: "After what you said just now, I seem to understand why some people like to retire from society."

Lu Chengfeng smiled and said, "Actually, it's pretty good to watch the fun."

Mu Yaqi said: "But the things I do, apart from the things I do for my own people, are just to make a little money. It doesn't interfere with anything, but it's more trivial and the time is uncertain."

Lu Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion: "Who made our Xiaoxue so powerful?"

Mu Yaqi looked at him teasingly: "You seem very lost?"

Lu Chengfeng said: "Not really. My dear wife has made great achievements in her field. I am so happy. It's just that I have less time to spend with you."

Mu Yaqi said: "I work very quickly."

Lu Chengfeng smiled and said, "Have you ever heard of the phrase 'every day feels like a year'?"

Mu Yaqi blinked: "Well, that just shows that you have no interest in life."

After a pause, she put on a stern face again and said in a serious tone, "The work assigned to you is still not enough!"

Lu Chengfeng smiled and said, "I'm pretty quick at doing things."

Mu Yaqi looked him up and down and said, "Don't let the time slip by. It will be useless even if you do it quickly."

Lu Chengfeng pouted, pretending to be aggrieved.

Mu Yaqi reached out and pinched his pouting lips.

Lu Chengfeng: “…”

Failed.

He took Mu Yaqi's hand away from his lips and said with a smile: "Do you want to mute the microphone manually?"

Mu Yaqi raised her head ostentatiously and said leisurely: "If you want to talk, I can't shut it up."

Lu Chengfeng held her hand, lowered his eyes and squeezed it.

The hands are slender and white, but with some calluses.

Lu Chengfeng turned it over and took a look, then gently touched the almost invisible callus.

Mu Yaqi said: "You can still feel it. I have taken good care of it over the past few years."

Lu Chengfeng turned her hand over again and said, "But there are no half-moons on your nails, and the nail beds are all gradient colors."

Mu Yaqi glanced at her nails and said, "I think they look pretty good. No one else has the same color as mine."

The color of the nails at the root is light purple, extending upwards to pink, and white will appear when pressed.

The very end is the part that grows out and is white.

Clearly her nail beds weren't lavender when she was a child.

I don’t know how she has supported herself over the years.

Lu Chengfeng chuckled and said, "So this is also one of the reasons why you don't do manicures?"

Mu Yaqi smiled and said proudly: "I think my gradient color looks better than manicure, so I can save the trouble of manicure."

Lu Chengfeng smiled and said, "Yeah."

Mu Yaqi thought about it and said, "The crescent you just mentioned, is it the half-moon? Is it important?"

Lu Chengfeng said: "It's not very important, I just feel that your Jiabanyue is much smaller than when you were a child."

Mu Yaqi smiled and said, "Maybe I've grown up and it can't keep up with my pace."

Lu Chengfeng smiled and said, "Well, it doesn't matter whether you have this thing or not. Some people say that the more and bigger it is, the healthier you are. But that's not true. As long as all the indicators of your body are fine, it doesn't matter whether you have it or not."

Mu Yaqi said: "So, where did you learn this thing about judging whether someone is healthy by looking at their calves?"

Lu Chengfeng thought: "Maybe it comes from some traditional health cognition and experience summary."

Mu Yaqi asked, "By word of mouth?"

Lu Chengfeng pondered, "Probably, but it has been passed down, so it must have a certain basis. It's just that because everyone has individual differences, it may not be accurate sometimes."