Chapter 337

Four to seven days' rest after surgery means no strenuous exercise or excessive activity. It's OK to take a car, work or even walk slowly.

But he didn't expose, and the family didn't need Nanqiao to work to earn money to support the family. He didn't care if she asked for leave or resigned.

"Well," he said, "I haven't taken a bath yet."

"I can't take a bath now. I can't take a bath until the wound is healed a week later." Nanqiao calmly gave him popular science knowledge. Thinking of Mo Beicheng's habit of cleanliness, he softened his voice and said, "you can bear it."

Mo Beicheng gave her a low look, which meant: "what if it stinks?"

"It's winter," Nanqiao said quickly, without thinking, "and it's better to stink than to waste."

Mo Beicheng

This woman——

Even Hun up are serious, but also people can not find words to refute.

He would rather stink than waste.

He watched Nanqiao cook porridge and stir fry vegetables. She cut vegetables very slowly. Almost every time she made a knife, she had to carefully adjust the position of her fingers before cutting.

Although the technology is poor, it is very serious.

Mo Beicheng leans against the refrigerator door and turns his fingertip mobile phone. He doesn't plan to help.

Shen Nan Qiao is not very cute.

She had eaten the dishes she cooked several times before, but they were all served directly. It was the first time that she stood in the kitchen and watched her cook. She had cooked so many times and even cut a dish so clumsily and stiff. It is estimated that Shen Nanqiao is the only one.

Isn't it true that women are naturally more gifted than men in cooking?

The sound of the blade cutting on the cutting board was loud and incoherent, especially when there was only the last point left. Mo Beicheng saw that she almost cut her hand several times.

His hand from both sides of her arm around to the front, one holding her hand with a knife, the other will be her hand pressing vegetables away, "cut a dish how to cut like this? Get out of the way. I'll do it

He told her to get out of the way, but he didn't let go. Instead, he began to cut vegetables with her hand. The two people's strength mixed a little bit, but it didn't affect Mo Beicheng.

Nanqiao was held in his arms, his back was close to the man's strong chest, and he could feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.

He lowered his head, and her side face, palm warm, thin cocoon, aware of her wandering, the man bent his knee, not light not heavy hit her leg, "seriously, teach you."

Nanqiao looked back at the hand he was pressing.

A pile of shredded potatoes was cut very quickly, and the size was well proportioned. It was put in a crystal bowl, showing a sharp contrast with what she cut.

South Joe stares at a few seconds, "three elder brothers, you used to be a soldier in the cooking class."

The troops don't need to cook by themselves, and it's estimated that there are no conditions for survival in the wild for people to train their swordsmanship. When Mo Beicheng was in Mo's family, he was once again the proud son of heaven, who was holding his hands and food in his mouth for fear of being frozen.

Is it difficult to be such a skillful thing by familiarity? Is there any talent?

Mo Beicheng laughed and let go of his hand

Nanqiao originally wanted him to have a good rest, but instead he was watching him stir fry vegetables. The shredded potatoes were poured into the pot and hot oil splashed. Although he turned on the range hood, there was still slight oil smoke. He could not help frowning, "go outside and wait. It's fast."

Nanqiao in the kitchen also can't help, 100 bored Nai watched Mo Beicheng fried two dishes, "then I go up to wash."

Women can't compete with men in speed, and they have to apply a lot of skin care products. When she is ready to go downstairs, Mo Beicheng has put breakfast on the table, millet porridge and four delicious dishes.

After dinner, Nanqiao goes to wash the dishes. Mo Beicheng answers the phone on the balcony outside. It's a little long. Nanqiao is no longer in the living room after he comes in.

He looked around for a circle, and finally found in the study is holding the mouse to the computer screen a face focused on drawing women.

She looked very carefully and didn't find him standing at the door staring at her.

It's not a good feeling to be ignored, and he's still a patient who should be taken care of. He didn't have such a mind. Where does this minor injury need to be taken care of? But when Nanqiao puts it forward, it's not the same.

He leaned against the door and glared at his eyes. His face was not happy after being ignored: "do you ask for leave to concentrate on painting at home?"

Inspiration is a strange thing. One second ago, I was still full of ideas, but when I was interrupted, my mind was empty.

Nanqiao staring at the screen, facing a pile of lines, she did not want to continue, put down the mouse, leaning back on the back of the chair, "haven't you eaten?"