Wen Wan watched him finish two large pieces of steak, served him a bowl of rice, and pushed the chopsticks over, "I think you have no problem using a spoon. Now that you have eaten meat, you should learn to use chopsticks."
"..." Mo Fanhe turned to stone. Chopsticks... He has hands and feet, why must he use chopsticks?
It took Mo Fanhe two hours to finish a bowl of rice. The hand holding the chopsticks was numb for a long time and he couldn't help but tremble.
So cheating!
After dinner, Wen Wan was not polite to him, and took him to clear the table and wash the dishes, "You should learn more, and you can cook by yourself when I am not around. If you learn to cook, you will never be hungry again."
My stomach is full."
Regarding this point of view, Mo Fanhe remained silent. He was wearing an apron, holding a washing machine in his left hand and a dishwasher in his right hand. He stood by the wash basin and scrubbed the greasy dishes.
"Pa", Mo Fanrui, who had no experience in washing dishes, slipped his hand and the bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
"Ah..." Wen Wan, who was holding a camera at the kitchen door, was startled.
Following Wen Wan's exclamation, Mo Fanrui was also frightened. He thought something had happened to her, so he turned around and rushed over anxiously, "Ah..." He didn't have slippers to wear, and being used to going barefoot, he only felt a sting on his feet.
Pain, fragments piercing into the sole of the foot...
The blood was stained on the floor, which was shocking.
Alas, there is not enough success and more than enough failure. Wen Wan really wants to die, is there any hope!!!
"Be careful." She was depressed. Mo Fanhe's injury made her quite worried.
She took him, who was lame, to sit down in the living room, found disinfectant and cleaned the wound, and then wrapped it with gauze. Fortunately, the wound was not serious, otherwise he would have gone to the hospital for tetanus.
"Be sure to wear shoes in the future. The floors at home are tiles, which are prone to slipping." Maybe she was too impatient. The more she taught, the more mistakes she made.
"Bowl..." Mo Fanrui opened his mouth, but couldn't express what he wanted to say.
"You're quite tired today, go to bed early. I'll take you to get your hair cut after get off work tomorrow." Wen Wan walked back to the room, took out her wallet and took out two hundred yuan, and handed over the spare key, "It's in the kitchen." If you're not familiar with the stuff, you'd better not touch it. Just keep the money and go out to buy something to eat when you're hungry tomorrow."
Mo Fanhe looked at her, but did not reach out to pick her up. He just felt uncomfortable in his heart. What happened to him? In the prairie grassland, it could easily kill a strong yak, but when it arrived in the city, it could not even kill a strong yak.
I can't even wash the dishes well.
"Take it." Wen Wan pushed the money into his hand, "Don't be discouraged, life has just begun. This money is not given to you for free. You will need to return it to me when you have the ability. I just graduated from school.
At that time, the poor could only drink the northwest wind, and they couldn't cook, so they could only survive on instant noodles every day, but now they are no longer the same. I am a girl and I am not afraid. You are a man, so you should not be afraid.
.Anyway, I will teach you, just feel free to learn."
Mo Fanhe lowered his head and clenched the money and keys tightly in his hand.
"I have a plan to write, so you should go to bed early." Wen Wan patted his shoulder as an encouragement, then turned and returned to the room.
Mo Fanhe touched his burnt hair and scratches on his feet. He was so frustrated that he couldn't raise his head.
Wen Wan sat in front of the computer, immersed herself in writing the plan, yawned, and endured sleepiness to write a dog-man training diary, but she didn't know how to write, and finally wrote a paragraph in a daze: Today is the third time I met Mo Fanrui.
Oh my god, I didn’t expect to burn off his hair when I taught him how to cook steak. It’s such a pity that he had a row of jet black hair. I thought I’d trick him into becoming a model with some familiarity. When I was washing the dishes, I knocked one out of the bowl.
, it’s really heartbreaking to know that it was the bowl used by the baby. It’s really depressing, but his foot was pricked, I’m actually a little happy, it can be regarded as revenge for the baby, who asked him to break it?
Where's the bowl? Alas, I don't dare to let him into the kitchen again, for fear that one day he will burn the kitchen down.
When he left for work in the morning, Mo Fanhe, who was sleeping in the living room, covered his whole body with a blanket. Wen Wan was in a hurry and didn't lift the blanket to take a look at his condition.
As the door to the living room closed, a wolf's head poked out from the blanket, and he turned over listlessly on the sofa. He used his paws to pull out "Lone Wolf" from the corner of the sofa, flipping through the pages of the book, staring at the patterns in the pages. That one
At that time, it was not a human, but it lived with great care. The owner made few demands on it, and was not afraid of all kinds of demands now...
Being a human being is really not free!
We were so busy at noon that we didn't even bother to eat lunch. Wen Wan was a little worried about whether Mo Fanhe would cause trouble, so she curiously called her home phone.
Mo Fanrui, who turned into a beast, squatted on the sofa and replayed the pronunciation of the 26 letters over and over again, "a, b, c..."
Wolf Claw was gesticulating on the sofa, closing his eyes and writing silently. He is not an idiot, he will surprise her at night!
The phone rang, and Mo Fanhe didn't pay attention at first, but it kept ringing and stopping three times. Mo Fanhe jumped down from the sofa, and Mo Fanhe's body stretched and enlarged in an instant, evolving into a human in the blink of an eye.
He pricked up his ears and picked up the phone curiously.
"Hello, is this Mo Fanhe?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Bowl..." Mo Fanrui's eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "Bowl..."
"Well, it's me." Wen Wan said cheerfully, "It's noon, have you eaten?"
"No..." Mo Fanhe said excitedly: "A bowl... a bowl... a bowl..."
Hey, except for the accurate pronunciation of this word, it can't say other words.
"Didn't you go out to buy food?" Wen Wan asked with concern: "There are some leftovers in the refrigerator, why don't you just make do with it?"
"Hmm." The language limit made Mo Fanrui anxious, "Wan... think... think..."
"What are you thinking about?"
"You...you..." the impatient Mo Fanrui suppressed his blush, "Ah...ah...ahh..."
"Okay, okay, I understand." Wen Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'll go back in the afternoon, you go get something to eat first, 88."
"Beep...beep..."
"Bowl..." The gentle voice disappeared, and Mo Fanrui held the phone in astonishment. His fingers pressed the keys desperately, and he put down the phone and picked it up again, "Bowl... Bowl..."
Mo Fanhe stood by the phone, his fingers constantly poking at the raised buttons, not even bothering to eat lunch.
After getting home on time from get off work, Wen Wan drove to Xinhua Bookstore and bought several children's literacy book boxes, exercise books, pencils, and erasers.
Driving back to the apartment, just as she was about to drive into the parking lot, Mo Fanrui suddenly jumped out of the intersection and ran towards her excitedly, "Bowl..."
He ran very fast, almost in a blink of an eye, and rushed to the car, showing her a bright smile.
Wen Wan was so frightened that she stepped on the brakes, and the wheels scraped black marks on the ground, making a harsh sound.