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Chu Mo's first reaction when he knew Wen Cheng's right hand was disabled was, "Do you want me to see you?" The meaning behind it is self-evident: I have nothing to do, so it should be interesting to see you in such a mess.

Wen Cheng knew that Chu Mo was a human being, so he said to the phone with a smirk: "Remember to bring gifts when you see patients. I don't ask too much. The alien smart notebook that came out this year..." Before Wen Cheng finished speaking , Chu Mo smiled and said: "You are so dishonest when you are sick. Work hard, and I will go to see you if you can't finish this book. As for the gift, don't worry, I will burn it for you on Qingming Festival next year."

What Chu Mo was talking about was the book that Wencheng had been chasing all night, a French love novel. The author of this novel is relatively famous. This book was just published last month. The sales volume is already booming. I just won the copyright, and I have to get it out within a few months.The author's writing style is soft and beautiful, using a lot of rhetoric and dreamy concepts, which is the difficulty of translation.The work in Wencheng is relatively rushed. The translation has already been halfway through, and it is too late to hand it over to others. Not to mention the difference in translation style, it will take a lot of time to study the content that has been translated before handing over halfway. There is more time.

Other affairs can be arranged for others, but this is not acceptable.

Wen Cheng tapped the keyboard key by key with his left hand, probably because he was so focused that he was startled when Mu Qingyang made a sound.

"Father, you are disabled and strong." Mu Qingyang, who was still sleeping, got up at some time, stood at the door of the study and looked at Wencheng with his arms folded. Looking at him, he smiled and walked towards Wencheng, "Morning."

"Morning." Wen Cheng smiled, turned his head and held Mu Qingyang's hand on his shoulder, brought it to his mouth, and kissed it lightly.

Mu Qingyang sat down beside Wen Cheng, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No," Wen Cheng shook Shang Hao's left hand and asked with a smile, "Do you think I can do this?"

Mu Qingyang raised his eyebrows, and finally thought about it: "I'm going out to buy, what do I eat?"

Wen Cheng frowned slightly, and said with a displeased expression: "There is still some food in the refrigerator, you take it out and dispose of it, they will be spoiled when I get well."

Mu Qingyang frowned like Wen Cheng, "No."

"Teach you." Wen Cheng turned Mu Qingyang's chair around with his left hand, and pushed him out of the chair, "Bao, you don't ask for a Manchu banquet, you have to know how to fry eggs."

Mu Qingyang rushed the ducks to the shelves and stood in front of the pot.

Wen Cheng: "Fire and pour oil."

Mu Qingyang: "How much fire, how much oil?"

Wen Cheng: "...Small fire, less oil."

Mu Qingyang looked at Wen Cheng expressionlessly.

Wen Cheng sighed, took over, turned on the stove on low heat, and poured a little oil.

"That's it." Wen Cheng said.

Mu Qingyang nodded to express his understanding.

Wen Cheng retreated to the back again, turned around and took four eggs and scallions from the refrigerator, "The next step is to beat the eggs, chop the scallions, and fry the eggs. Put the scallions last, so the taste is fresher."

Mu Qingyang took the scallions, washed them according to Wen Cheng's instructions, and put them on the cutting board. He raised the knife hesitantly, and was about to strike, but Wen Cheng called to stop.Wen Cheng originally stood behind Mu Qingyang, with his left hand embracing Mu Qingyang's body, stretched from Mu Qingyang's body to his, held Mu Qingyang's wrist, and whispered while adjusting Mu Qingyang's posture Said: "You have to hold the knife like this, so as not to hurt yourself."

Mu Qingyang gently broke away from Wen Cheng's hand, and pressed his elbow against Wen Cheng's chest, "Would you like tofu?"

The Wencheng rogue chuckled twice, and said with a pun: "I'm hungry."

"Do you know..." Mu Qingyang didn't push away the person on his back, let Wencheng hang on him, and said slowly, "There is a saying called 'beat me up'?"

Wen Cheng laughed, and stopped quarreling with him. He retreated to Mu Qingyang to watch Mu Qingyang cut green onions. It is credible for Mu Qingyang to say that he does not know how to cook. He holds the knife in the way Wen Cheng taught. , The action of cutting vegetables is unavoidably awkward. The chopped green onions are sometimes large and sometimes small.

Kind of cute.

When cracking the eggs, Mu Qingyang's movements were considered straightforward, only a few eggshells fell into the bowl, and Wen Cheng helped him pick them out with chopsticks.

Put it in the pot and turn it over.

Mu Qingyang turned a little bit miserable.

Wen Cheng smiled mercilessly, and Mu Qingyang shoveled the egg for a moment, then turned it over violently, the egg was completely spoiled, as if written in large characters: I am already a useless egg.

Wen Cheng didn't move, he didn't have any intention of accepting the tragedy, his chin pointed to the place where the salt was put, and said, "Salt."

Mu Qingyang took a spoonful.

Wen Cheng shook his head, Mu Qingyang shook his head twice, looked at Wen Cheng again, Wen Cheng shook his head again, Mu Qingyang shook his head again, Wen Cheng smiled and nodded.

Mu Qingyang poured the little salt left in the spoon directly into the pot. Now Wen Cheng couldn't bear it anymore, and took the spatula to stir fry in the pot. The fried eggs turned into scrambled eggs in the end.

"You can do it." Mu Qingyang leaned on the side and watched.

Wen Cheng showed the scrambled eggs unnaturally with his left hand, and sighed, "Honey, even a freshman in elementary school can make scrambled eggs."

"Okay," Mu Qingyang nodded, and took the plate of fried eggs that turned into scrambled eggs, "During your illness and injury, I will make eggs for you three meals a day, and I will go out to eat as soon as possible."

Wen Cheng smiled wryly: "Baby, we must care for the disabled."

"Have you acted enough?" Mu Qingyang thumped Wen Cheng's left arm lightly, "□□?"

Wen Cheng couldn't hold back any longer and smiled.Although Mu Qingyang doesn't show much emotion, he is very good at observing other people's minds, especially after being with Wencheng day and night for a long time, he can almost understand this person clearly.

Where does Wencheng feel sorry for the ingredients in the refrigerator that no one handles, but just wants Mu Qingyang to cook next time.

The two ate their breakfast, and Wen Cheng went back to the computer. Mu Qingyang had nothing to do, and he had to pay attention to the safety of Wen Cheng's arms, so he just brought a glass of water and sat next to Wen Cheng, and he looked at the computer. Then, a word suddenly popped up: "I'll do it."

Wen Cheng was stunned, "Huh?"

"I'll fight." Mu Qingyang glanced at Wen Cheng's fingertips, "I feel a little uncomfortable seeing your single-finger magic."

Mu Qingyang moved Wencheng's computer in front of him, and the work mode was online. This man has a unique charm when he is serious. Maybe he is used to being a teacher and controlling him. Once he is serious, people can't help but obey. Mu Qingyang glanced at the original text of his order, "Where are you?"

"The third row." Wen Cheng reacted quickly, "Leave a row empty first."

Mu Qingyang did so.

"Double quotes. 'The deepest part of my heart obeys the passion to love you. These rules stop me. I implicitly keep you away. This is my reason.' Next line.' Then please shut your mind Close your eyes so that I can't see the seductiveness in your eyes, Your Highness.' Next line..." Wen Cheng didn't deliberately lower or raise his voice, but the overly magnetic voice made him blurt out words like The whispered love words made this person look indifferent, without any sense of romance.

Halfway through the plot, Mu Qingyang suddenly became interested in the story. When asked about the previous content, Wen Cheng smiled a little badly, "The love between a princess and a knight."

Mu Qingyang showed no expression, and shrugged timidly, "It doesn't sound like anything special."

"The core of the story is old," Wen Cheng leaned back in his chair and hummed leisurely, "The excellence of it lies in the words.

"Ah, here, here is a blank line, the font is smaller and italics."