Genius Doctor Peasant Girl Chapter 199: I can’t sleep alone

Feeling that my hands were going to be crippled, Chunfeng put down his brush and kept moving his wrists and shoulders.

There is also a small complaint or two in his mouth from time to time, and the frowning appearance is inexplicably distressing.

"Why, my hands are sore?" When Baili Mochen appeared in Chunfeng's room, Chunfeng was saying "I'm exhausted auntie".

Seeing Chunfeng's movements, Baili Mochen couldn't help asking.

"Hey, why are you here at this time?" Chunfeng reckoned that it was almost past midnight, why did he come so late.

"Well, I can't sleep alone, so I'm here!" Baili Mochen took Chunfeng's hand and gently massaged her.

I don't know if Baili Mochen has learned massage, but Chunfeng felt that the soreness on his arm was immediately relieved by him.

"Okay, I'm fine." After quietly kneading for a long time, Chunfeng felt that he was much more comfortable, so he was about to withdraw his arm, but he was just about to withdraw his arm when he was hit by him again. To the strong caught back.

"Press it for a while longer!" Baili Mochen lowered his head and looked at Chunfeng's hands seriously.

"..." Well, then go ahead and press it, Chunfeng also enjoys this comfortable feeling very much, so he simply lay down on the table and handed his hand to him for massage.

Unconsciously, Chunfeng fell asleep on the table. She was lazy and she was really tired during the day.

Baili Mochen watched Chunfeng fall asleep before gently putting Chunfeng's arm in place. He originally wanted to carry her to the bed to sleep, but he was afraid that it would wake her up, so Baili Mochen put his outer body on the bed again. The robe was draped over her.

It was only then that he lowered his head and noticed what Chunfeng wrote, which seemed quite novel to him.

I remember that Chunfeng had been writing this before I came here, as if I was in a hurry.

So Baili Mochen picked up the pen and began to write in the font of the spring breeze.

Not to mention, a big man imitating a woman's Junxiu font is very similar, almost exactly the same as Chunfeng's writing.

As Baili Mochen writes, he also pays attention to wipe the saliva of the people next to him from time to time. Chunfeng slept on the table, it was dark and dark, and there was no image.

But this is how she and Baili Mochen seem to have no sense of disobedience, but it makes people feel like a beautiful and warm picture.

Because the dogwood doctor said before that he is not allowed to be emotional, so he doesn't dare to get too close to the spring breeze now, he is afraid that he can't control it...

So writing is not bad either!

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It wasn't until Chunyu came knocking on the door the next morning that Chunfeng bounced off the bed with a jolt.

Spring Breeze's first reaction when she woke up was, why did she fall asleep when she was done? Her flyer hasn't been written yet! Why did you suddenly fall asleep?

Chunfeng's mind returned to his senses, and then he remembered, it seems that she would fall asleep after Baili came last night, it's all that guy, why do you have to press it so comfortably! You can't get your work done.

Chunfeng got up with the sadness in his heart and opened the door for Chunyu. When he walked to the table, he saw that the pile of paper was neatly placed, and there should be hundreds of copies of paper there.

Chunfeng grabbed one in disbelief and read it again. Isn't the word on it his own? When did you write so much? Chunfeng was stunned.

But looking at those words carefully, they were slightly different from his own. Chunfeng thought that he must have written it while he was asleep.

Suddenly I felt a warm feeling in my heart again, and it seemed to be quite considerate!

Looking at the number of falling papers, Chunfeng is even more overjoyed. This is a copier-level speed. Chunfeng simply loves him to death.

"Wow, Chunfeng, when did you write so much?" Chunyu exclaimed as she entered the door and looked at the thick sheet of paper on the table.

"Uh, this... I wrote it last night, how much did you write?"

Chunfeng was immersed in his own little world, and when Chunyu said this, he suddenly regained his senses and lied a little helplessly.

"We wrote a little more than you wrote. My hands are sore when I write. Is this enough?" Chun Yu asked, shaking her already numb arm.

"Well, I'll need more later, but you and your mother can write slowly and don't worry so much. I'll also go back outside and find someone to write it on my behalf. Anyway, the more the better."

Big sister and the others didn't write much, which was what Chunfeng expected, so she went outside to find someone to write it on her behalf.

The reason why I had to rush to work last night was because I was in a hurry to use it today.

After breakfast, Chunfeng came to the store with all the flyers. The guys were already waiting in the store, and a few smartly gathered together to study the strange things Chunfeng made.

"Master, you are here!"

The guys respectfully greet the spring breeze when they see the spring breeze.

"Well, what are you all doing here?" Chunfeng asked when he saw them all gathered together. tqR1

"The little ones are very curious when they see that these things are very novel, so..."

A servant named Li Quan pointed to a few things behind him.

Chunfeng sees that they are very curious about these things, with a good-looking smile on their faces, and said to everyone.

"Then I will teach you how to use these things today!"

"Okay, okay!" As soon as Chunfeng said there were a few people who were eager to learn, he continued to say hello.

They really want to know how to use this thing. Just now they wanted to try it themselves, but they were afraid that it would be damaged. Now they have an owner to teach them.

"Well, then go and get a few people the meat and charcoal fire prepared in the kitchen!" Chunfeng nodded and asked a few people to go to the back kitchen to get things.

A few guys hurried to the back kitchen to get what Chunfeng wanted, and Chunfeng took everyone to the largest private room on the second floor.

There is no other reason, just because there is one of the most special things in it, and that is the batch of tables specially made by Chunfeng.

There is a circular groove in the middle of this table, just enough to fit a small stove, the size of the stove is just the size of the groove, and it fits perfectly.

There is a small window at the bottom to provide oxygen for the charcoal fire, and a stone pot is placed on it. The stone pot is only about one centimeter away from the table top on the first layer.

This can not only isolate the dust generated by the charcoal fire, but also not affect the rotation of the table below.

That's right, what Chunfeng made is a modern version of a round table with a turntable. The difference is that Chunfeng slightly transformed it into such a round table that can burn a stove!

However, Chunfeng only made a few private rooms upstairs first, because the budget was really limited, and secondly, it was to try the effect.

"This is my exclusive special table. The place in the middle is where the stove is placed. The main thing we want to sell is meat dishes, which are fried and grilled in the stone pot above, plus our special dipping sauce. Eat with sauce.

The material of this stone pot is made of blue swallow stone from the north. It tastes better than other pots, and it also has the effect of beauty and health!

You all have to remember what I said, and I don't want to hear someone say they don't know if someone asks me in the future. "

Chunfeng's tone suddenly became serious.