The most difficult thing for people is how to use their leisure. - Goethe
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When Xiaochuan lived by himself before, he couldn't help but choose canned or fast food every time he went to the supermarket. This time when he entered the supermarket, he also habitually looked for these things. After taking some, he realized that he didn't live alone now.
So I put them all back. These non-nutritious things should have been bid farewell to me long ago. It seems that I also need to bid farewell to my original lifestyle. I am really not used to it, and I have to take care of a sick "child".
There is no other way, who wants to be a father to someone else?
Seeing whether this is good or that, I unknowingly got a shopping cart, checked the time, and just went back to make dinner.
Xiaochuan posted the downloaded and printed recipes all over the kitchen, and then followed them clumsily, finishing several of them with great effort and sweat. Fortunately, the porridge was edible.
Others can be eaten by themselves. Looking at the messy kitchen, Xiaochuan sighed and began to miss Qin Nan's cooking skills. Based on this alone, Qin Bei couldn't be happier than him.
There is no point in being envious now. Who would let yourself not have that fate?
It's getting late, so I asked Ruoruo to get up and have dinner. I had an injection before, and the fever went away. When I came out of the hospital, my dizziness symptoms were much better. In addition, I slept for so long in the afternoon, so it was time to get up and move around.
Children always recover very quickly, and it is not good for them to be bedridden all the time.
With this thought in mind, Xiaochuan went to Ruochu's room. He knocked lightly on the door, but there was no reply. Xiaochuan was used to it. Thunder couldn't wake the child up even when he fell asleep. He pushed the door open and saw a bulge in the quilt.
Yes, you have to sleep with your head covered like this. Do you still need to breathe? Xiaochuan stepped forward and patted it. Something was wrong. He opened the quilt and saw that it was a cartoon doll. Ruochu had disappeared long ago.
Why did I always think that she was very good and obedient? Xiaochuan couldn't help but start to reflect on his mistakes. It was really a headache.
I used to envy Qin Bei for having a child, but now I see that it is not necessarily a bad thing that he has nothing to worry about. At least he doesn't have to worry so much, especially when facing such an independent child. However, he is already an adult and has already had it.
Without the freedom of movement, it is useless to interfere. Maybe he takes his "father"'s responsibility too seriously, or he always treats her as the child he was before. But that's not entirely true. At least he has physically
When viewed as an adult, as for psychology, Xiaochuan admits that he has a bit of a double standard, which is unfair to Ruochu.
In any case, it is unrealistic for Xiaochuan not to be angry at all if he secretly runs away like this. You must know that this is the first time for him to challenge himself by cooking for someone in such a grand manner. Anyone else would be disappointed, right?
In fact, Ruochu didn't sleep after she came back from the hospital. Xiaochuan took away her computer, so she could only lie on the bed and stare at the leaves on the ceiling in a daze. The fever was gone and she was no longer dizzy, but her throat was still swollen.
Although her father said that he was back and she could rest, after all, she had reviewed the manuscripts and made revisions by herself. It was definitely not her Qin Ruochu style to leave things to others halfway.
Now my mind is full of work, I can’t sleep and have nothing to do, so I’m tossing and turning on the bed and making pancakes. It seems that leisure is not a comfortable thing, so what can I do?
Ruochu was depressed when he suddenly heard a sound on the door outside, and then there was no movement.
Ruochu's eyes lit up. Although his body was still a little weak, the doctor said that he would be fine if he took medicine on time and drank plenty of water. Now he can get out of bed and move around without any problem.
Quietly, I opened the door to the room a crack and looked out. There was no one in the living room. I walked out and looked around. The dark clouds in my mind slowly drifted away. Finally, when I looked at the door, my dad's shoes were gone. That's great.
, it takes no effort to get it.
If Ruochu hurriedly went back to her room and changed her clothes, she only had a short while. She had to rush to the "mirror" to collect emails, print them and bring them back to read. In this way, even if her father hid his computer,
It won't mean that I won't be able to work. If everything goes well, I can come back before daddy comes back, so that no one is aware of me, so that's it.
Ruochu quickly picked up her bag and keys, and when she left, she was careful and put the Pooh doll that had been with her for more than ten years under the quilt. In this way, even if she couldn't come back on time, she might still be able to deceive her father.
For a while, buy some more time so that you won't be caught right away.
Ruo's original idea was very good, but it didn't work that way once she started working. She originally wanted to come back right away, but several editors disagreed with her revisions. She mentioned some comments and questions in the email.
So Ruochu had to log in to MSN to communicate with them, and after reaching an agreement, he found that a long time had passed.
Ruo Chu just remembered that she had sneaked out, but luckily, at least her father didn't come to grab her. She probably hadn't gone back yet, so she immediately printed out the manuscript, put it in her bag, and hurried back.
I couldn't run anymore. It seemed that being sick was still having an impact. I was out of breath even after walking a few steps. When I got home, my forehead was covered with sweat. I took out the key and opened the door. When I lowered my head and came in, I caught a glimpse of Xiaochuan's shoes.
, Ruochu felt nervous, but still took a chance, maybe daddy had just come back and hadn't noticed that she had gone out, so it might be too late to sneak back to the room now, but he couldn't take a shower first.
"Ruoruo, what did you do?" Xiaochuan's voice suddenly sounded, and Ruoruo looked up instinctively, startled.
Looking around for the source of the sound, she saw her father lying on the sofa in the living room. After asking her this question, he sat up straight.
"Ah, I..." Ruochu thought quickly in his mind whether to tell the truth.
"Wash your hands and eat. You must have been hungry for a long time." Xiaochuan didn't wait for her to say anything else, and said beside him while standing up.
Ruochu was stunned for a moment, what was going on? Could it be that the matter just passed like this? That's fine, so he put down his bag obediently and went back to his room to change clothes. Xiaochuan had already set the dining table.
Ruochu looked at the table of colorfully presented food that was not very good in appearance, and then looked at Xiaochuan, who looked very serious. In fact, she had no appetite.
"Daddy, did you do all of this?" Ruochu asked flatteringly.
"I didn't do it, did you do it?" Xiaochuan rolled his eyes at her.
Ruochu chuckled. He didn't expect that his dad would go out to buy groceries in the afternoon. It was incredible when he thought about it. He always thought that shopping for groceries was done by women. He couldn't imagine what dad would look like when he came out of the supermarket with large bags.
In fact, the dishes made by Xiaochuan are not that unpalatable except that they are a bit different in appearance. In order to make Xiaochuan happy, Ruoruo tried her best to make the food taste as sweet as possible. Because of her illness, her tongue seemed to be a lot slower and she couldn't eat anything at all.
The taste, and because her throat was swollen, every bite of food she swallowed was a torture, but her heart was filled with emotion.
Daddy is not as talkative as before. He must be angry with himself. Ruochu feels a little guilty. Daddy is so busy for his illness. He doesn't know how to be grateful. He is not obedient and runs around to make him worry, because
Feeling guilty, Ruochu didn't take the initiative to speak, he just lowered his head and ate in silence. There was silence at the dinner table.
Ruochu decided that after he recovered from the illness and after this busy period, he would go home and learn cooking skills from his mother and cook for his father to repay his father for the meal. It is strange to say that people are sick when they are sick.
When I was young, I always became sensitive, and every little thing would bring about big mood swings. Ruochu was also like this now, and I almost shed tears when I was eating.
Xiaochuan didn't speak because he was not angry with Ruochu. The main reason was that he knew that Ruochu had a bad voice and didn't want her to talk more. If he spoke to Ruochu, he would have to talk to him. Also, he was reflecting on his relationship with Ruochu.
Initial relationship mode.
Because he has no real experience of being a father, Ruochu ran out with him on his back today, which made him feel that there must be something wrong with him, or there was a gap between Ruochu and him. This was not what he wanted to see.
Arrived.
And he felt that he couldn't shirk the responsibility for Ruochu's illness, because it was common sense that stress would reduce resistance. What's more, when he came back, he saw the instant noodles bowl in the trash can. Ruochu did so many things every day but didn't eat enough.
How could he not feel distressed if this was the case?
"Ruoruo, if it's not delicious, daddy can order takeout for you." Xiaochuan said suddenly. Regarding the gap between his and Qin Nan's cooking skills, Xiaochuan could still clearly see that Ruochu was still eating delicious food no matter what.
As a grown man, although the girl didn't say anything and just ate, he knew that he had wronged her.
"No, no, it's delicious." It was rare for Daddy to talk to him, so Ruochu replied quickly, with a smile on his face.
Xiaochuan didn't say anything else.
After the meal, Ruochu had to clean up the battlefield, but Xiaochuan forced him to go back to his room to rest. Ruochu looked at Xiaochuan clumsily cleaning up the dishes and kitchen, his nose felt sore, and he went back to his room without saying anything.
I took out the manuscript that I printed in the afternoon and started to review it. I have to say that the revised manuscript is much better than the original one. From this point of view, it is not a question of whether everyone can do it, but whether they want to do it or not. It seems that attitude determines everything. This is the point.
None of it is false.
I read it in detail and marked it. If I had made some minor modifications smoothly at first, there would be no big problems with the first draft. Now comes the layout. Now that I have cleared the big mountain of Chen Dong, I only need to keep an eye on the art editor for the rest.
Okay, if it doesn't work, you can still ask Feng Hao and the others for help. So far, this issue of "Mirror" can finally let Ruochu breathe a sigh of relief. The focus below is on DM magazine. It seems that being sick is worth it, at least I don't feel sorry for myself.
The title of "Deputy Editor".
It's still early, I've finished reading the manuscript, my dad confiscated my computer, and the books are still in Qin's house. There are only a few expired magazines in the bedroom now. It's too early to go to sleep. Ruo Chuyi lay on the bed tossing and turning for a while.
I got up and walked around in circles. If it didn't work, I had to find a way to get the computer back.
Daddy seems to be still angry with him, but it doesn't seem like it, so why doesn't he like to talk to her? The cold war feels so uncomfortable. Otherwise, go talk to daddy. It's better than doing nothing like this. I'm busy.
After working for a while, I was really not used to being free all of a sudden.