medical treatment

Chapter 1411 Just Wait for the Money

After ten o'clock in the evening, Yu's house, soundproof bedroom.

Yu Zhiming sat upright at his desk, looking at the sketching paper and pen on the desk with empty eyes.

At this moment, his attention was all on observing Lou Xiaoxiao's constantly changing facial expressions, including joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and grimaces.

Because of the stiffness or incoordination of some facial muscles, these expressions of Lou Xiaoxiao have no aesthetic appeal, but instead have an indescribable weirdness.

Yu Zhiming mastered these facial expressions one by one and began to adjust them...

For example, make your smile more natural and harmonious.

Just as the smile on Lou Xiaoxiao's face began to change, other expressions such as anger, sorrow, joy, and grimaces also changed in tandem, becoming either more coordinated or more distorted.

There are more than forty muscles in our face, and the muscles used in each expression are different.

For example, smiling involves six muscles, while crying requires the use of fourteen muscles.

The facial muscle adjustments that Yu Zhiming made for Lou Xiaoxiao required coordinating the various expressions on her face, trying to make all the expressions look as natural and pleasing as possible.

It is not easy to achieve this step.

It is impossible to completely recover from the damage caused by Lou Xiaoxiao's previous bone grinding and muscle adjustment.

Yu Zhiming needs to make some compromises, giving priority to ensuring the harmony and naturalness of commonly used small expressions such as smiling, angry, and sad.

As for exaggerated expressions that require the entire face to cooperate, such as hearty laughter and heart-wrenching pain, it's fine as long as it looks acceptable.

After all, it is rarely used...

Through repeated attempts, Lou Xiaoxiao's various facial expressions gradually became fixed, and the plastic surgery restoration plan in Yu Zhiming's mind also changed from general to detailed.

When Yu Zhiming's eyes were full of spirit again, he picked up the sketch pen and prepared to draw, but he was hit by a feeling of hunger.

Only then did he notice that the electronic clock on the desk showed that it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Before I knew it, I had been immersed in thinking and analyzing for more than an hour. No wonder I was hungry.

Yu Zhiming got up and walked out of the soundproof bedroom, and saw Qing Ning leaning against the head of the bed with a movable bedside table in front of her.

On the table are laptops, tablets, mobile phones, as well as pens and notebooks.

"What are you busy with?"

Qing Ning put down the pen in her hand, stretched her body and replied: "Regarding the matter of the medicinal food, after the charity ceremony, various tasks have increased dramatically, and there are some things that require me to make decisions."

"You wanna go pee?"

Yu Zhiming touched his stomach and said, "I'm hungry. Let's go to the kitchen to find something to eat. Do you want to join us?"

When Qing Ning heard this, she hurriedly got out of bed and came to Yu Zhiming.

"Now that you mention it, I'm actually a little hungry..."

Yu Zhiming and Qing Ning walked out of the master bedroom and came to the small living room on the second floor, where a sensor night light lit up.

The living room on the first floor was dark.

However, Yu Zhiming could hear noises coming from the second bedroom where Zeng Yan lived, the guest room where Qi Xin lived, and the elderly room downstairs where Zhou Mo lived.

Apparently, all three guys were still awake.

Yu Zhiming took Qingning's little hand and walked down the stairs, walked through the living room to the kitchen, turned on the light, and opened the door of the large refrigerator.

The big refrigerator is filled to the brim with things, but most of them are unprocessed ingredients.

As for leftovers, with Yu Zhiming, a big rice bucket, around, they are basically non-existent.

However, Aunt Qiu cooked some extra rice tonight in order to make fried rice with egg tomorrow morning.

"Egg fried rice?"

Yu Zhiming nodded and said, "Cook some more dumplings."

Seeing that Yu Zhiming only took out one bag of dumplings from the freezer, Qing Ning scooped another bowl of rice from the rice bowl.

Then she took out four eggs, a handful of peeled edamame, a green pepper, a carrot, about ten fresh shrimps, and a small piece of Jinhua ham from the refrigerator.

Qing Ning prepared the ingredients for making egg fried rice, while over at Yu Zhiming's side, the water in the pot had already boiled.

Yu Zhiming put the dumplings into the pot, and Qingning started heating oil on the stove next to him.

Seeing her cooking like a real person, Yu Zhiming smiled and praised: "Not bad, you look like a good wife and mother. Have you been practicing cooking secretly?"

Qing Ning cast a seductive glance at him with curved eyebrows and said, "My mother said that as a woman, you don't have to cook, but you must have cooking skills. Cooking occasionally can also spice up your life."

"I'm learning how to cook a few delicious dishes that can grace the table. When I'm done, I'll cook them for you." Yu Zhiming happily responded with a "OK".

Qing Ning stir-fried the side dishes, feeling the scent of Yu Zhiming beside her, and said with a smile: "Like an ordinary young couple, working together to earn money, and cooking together after get off work, this kind of life is not bad."

Yu Zhiming smiled and said, "It's good to do it occasionally, but if you do it day after day, you will definitely get bored."

"If you still have to worry about mortgage and car loans, and your boss is squeezing you, there will be no fun in life at all."

Qing Ning said coquettishly: "Don't think about the good times. Every family has troubles. You should enjoy the present."

"Hey, give me the soy sauce..."

With Yu Zhiming's help, Qing Ning finally cooked some egg fried rice that looked pretty good.

Yu Zhiming took a bite first.

"How's it going? Is it okay?"

Yu Zhiming looked into Qing Ning's bright eyes and nodded gently, "Except that the taste is a little lighter, it's good. It's a very successful egg fried rice. I can give it 85 points."

Qing Ning smiled and said, "As a novice in cooking, I am most afraid of adding too much seasoning, especially salt."

"My mother told me that it's better to have less than more. If you have less, you can still make up for it, but if you have more, it will be ruined."

"Should I add some more salt?"

Yu Zhiming shook his head and said, "No, I have a strong taste, it should be just right for you."

"I'll just have some pickles and it'll be fine..."

The two of them walked out of the kitchen with a tray carrying fried rice, dumplings, pickles, dumpling soup, etc., and saw Zhou Mo coming over.

"I didn't mean to disturb your time together. A charity donor called to ask for help."

Yu Zhiming interrupted and asked, "Emergency? What's the situation? Has the person been sent to Huashan Hospital?"

Zhou Mo shook his head and said, "It's not an emergency. The donor said that his brother-in-law had an accident while riding a motorcycle a week ago and suffered a brain injury. He is still in a coma."

As they were talking, the three of them had already entered the restaurant.

Yu Zhiming put the tray on the dining table and said, "Send the injured to the hospital. I will check them out tomorrow."

Zhou Mo nodded and Qing Ning's voice rang in his ears again, "Mo Mo, are you hungry? Come eat with us. Zhi Ming cooked these dumplings, and I made the egg fried rice."

Zhou Mo did not refuse and said with a smile: "It is a rare opportunity to taste the cooking skills of both of you at the same time."

"I'm not polite..."

Zhou Mo went to the kitchen to get a set of bowls and chopsticks, then divided a small bowl of egg fried rice from a large bowl and sat down on the other side of Yu Zhiming.

She took two bites of egg fried rice, ate a dumpling, and gave a thumbs up, saying, "Very good cooking skills. The elders don't have to worry about you guys cooking."

After a pause, Zhou Mo smiled and said, "I have good news for you. Today is the fifth day after the charity gala, and Momo Clothing has sent out nearly 90,000 packages."

"There are more than 60,000 packages that have been signed for."

“Guess how many packages were returned?”

Yu Zhiming glanced at Zhou Mo. He always disliked this kind of behavior of keeping people in suspense.

What a waste of time.

Qing Ning said with interest: "I heard that the return rate of women's clothing on e-commerce platforms is 40 to 50, which is normal. The higher the price, the higher the return rate."

She analyzed: "Since you said it's good news, the return rate must not be high, below 40?"

Zhou Mo said with a proud look on his face: "More than forty, the current statistical return rate is less than ten points."

"Boss Cen said that the final return rate will not exceed 20 points. Considering the grade and price level of our fashion, this return rate means that our clothes have been widely recognized."

"Doctor Yu, Qing Ning, I can tell you for sure that Momo Fashion has been a great success."

"Just wait for your share of the money."

Just then, Zhou Mo's cell phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from an unfamiliar local mobile phone.

Zhou Mo answered the call, and a man's voice came out of the phone, "Zhou Mo, hello!"

"I'm Daniel Lin. I've arrived in Binhai. I want to make an appointment with you to meet..."

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