The feeling of losing his hands was about to be ruined, the spring breeze put down the brush and kept moving his wrists and shoulders.

From time to time, he made a small complaint or two, and his frowning looked inexplicably distressing.

"What, my hands are sore?" When Baili Mochen appeared in Chunfeng's room, Chunfeng was saying, "I'm so tired of auntie";.

Looking at Chunfeng's movements, Baili Mochen couldn't help but ask.

"Hey, why are you here at this time?" Chunfeng probably has passed the middle of the day. Why is he coming here so late?

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

I don’t know if Baili Mochen had learned massage. Chunfeng felt that the soreness on his arms was immediately relieved by him.

"Okay, I'm fine." After quietly rubbing and pressing for a long time, Chunfeng felt that he was much more comfortable and was about to take back his arm. Unexpectedly, he was about to take back his arm, but he was forced to catch him again.

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

"..."Okay, then you keep pressing. Chunfeng enjoyed this comfortable feeling very much, so he simply lay on the table and handed his hand to him for massage.

Before she knew it, Chunfeng fell asleep on the table. She was lazy because she was not good at it. She was really tired during the day.

Baili Mochen looked at Chunfeng and gently put Chunfeng's arm down after she was asleep. She originally wanted to carry her to bed to sleep, but she was afraid that she would wake her up, so Baili Mochen put her robe on her again.

Then he lowered his head and noticed the things written by Chunfeng, which made him feel quite novel.

I remember that Chunfeng had been writing this before coming, and seemed to be in a hurry.

So Baili Mochen picked up his pen and began to write in imitation of the font of Chunfeng.

Not to mention, a big man imitates a woman's elegant font, almost exactly the same as that written by Chunfeng.

Baili Mochen wrote, and he also paid attention to helping the people next to him to wipe his saliva from time to time. Chunfeng slept on the table and the sky was dark and the earth was invisible.

But even so, she and Baili Mochen seem to be inconsistent, but instead make people feel like a beautiful and warm picture.

Because Doctor Yu had said before that he was not allowed to get in love, he didn't dare to be too close to Chunfeng now, because he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself...

So writing is good, right!

...

When the spring rain came and knocked on the door the next morning, the spring breeze rose from the bed with a tremor.

Chunfeng’s first reaction when she woke up was that she fell asleep after she finished it. She hadn’t finished her leaflet yet! Why did she fall asleep suddenly?

Chunfeng's mind came back to her senses and remembered that it seemed that she would fall asleep after coming last night. It was all that guy, why did she press it so comfortably! She couldn't finish her work.

Chunfeng got up with the sorrow in his heart and opened the door for Chunyu. When he walked to the table, he saw that the fall was neatly arranged, and he wrote hundreds of copies of so many papers there.

Chunfeng grabbed one and read it in disbelief. Isn’t the words on it my own? When did he write so many of them? Chunfeng looked confused.

But if you look closely at the words, it is a little bit subtle different from your own words. Chunfeng thought that he would write them while he was asleep.

Suddenly, there was another warm feeling in my heart. It seemed that I was quite considerate!

Looking at the number of papers falling, Chunfeng was even more happy. This was simply the speed of a copier. Chunfeng loved him so much.

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

"Uh, this...it was written last night. How many did you write?"

Chunfeng was immersed in his own small world. After being said by Chunyu, he suddenly came back to his senses and lie at a loss.

"We only wrote a little more than you wrote. My hands were sore as I wrote. Is that enough?" Chunyu asked, shook her already a little sore arm.

"Yeah, I'll have something to do later, but you and my mother can write slowly without being so anxious. I'll go back outside and find someone to write for you. Anyway, the more you have, the better."

The elder sister and the others didn’t write much, which was expected by Chunfeng, so she went outside to find someone to write for her.

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

After breakfast, Chunfeng brought all the flyers to the store. The guys were already waiting in the store. A few smart people gathered together to study the strange things that Chunfeng made.

"Boss, you are here!"

When the guys saw that the spring breeze came, they respectfully greeted Chunfeng.

"Well, why are you all gathering here?" Chunfeng asked when he saw them all gathered together.

"The young men were very curious when they saw these things, so..."

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

Chunfeng saw that they were very curious about these things, and a beautiful smile appeared on his face and said to everyone.

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

"Okay, okay!" As soon as Chunfeng said a few of them were easy to learn, he kept saying good.

They really want to know how to use this thing. They just wanted to try it, but they were afraid that it would be broken. Now they are not afraid of having a tutor.

"Well, then you go and take the meat and charcoal fire prepared in the kitchen!" Chunfeng nodded and asked the few to go to the kitchen to pick up things.

Several guys quickly ran to the kitchen and took what Chunfeng wanted. 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 here, that is the batch of tables specially made by Chunfeng.

There is a round groove in the middle of this table, which can be placed in a small stove, and the size of the stove is exactly the size of the groove, which is tightly fit.

There is a small window at the bottom to provide oxygen for the combustion of charcoal fire. A stone pot is mounted on it, which is only about one centimeter away from the first floor tabletop.

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

Yes, Chunfeng made a modern version of the round table with a turntable. The difference is that Chunfeng slightly transformed it and turned it into such a round table that can burn the stove!

However, Chunfeng only built a few private rooms upstairs first. On the one hand, the budget was really limited, and on the other hand, it was to try the effect.

"This is my exclusive table. The place in the middle is the stove. What we want to sell is meat and vegetables. We fry and roast it with the stone pan on it and eat it with our special sauce. The ingredients of this stone pan are made of blue swallow stone from the north. The things made are better than other pots, and they also have the effect of beauty and health! You must remember what I said. If a customer asks in the future, I don't want to hear anyone say he doesn't know."
Chapter completed!