After ten o'clock in the evening, Yu's house, soundproof bedroom.
Yu Zhiming sat in front of his desk, looking blankly at the sketching paper and pen on the desk.
At this moment, his attention was entirely focused on observing Lou Xiaoxiao's ever-changing face, including her emotions, happiness, anger, sorrow, and grimaces.
Because of the stiffness or lack of coordination of some muscles on her face, Lou Xiaoxiao's expressions have no sense of beauty, 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 of anger, sadness, joy, grimaces, etc. also changed in conjunction, becoming more coordinated or more distorted.
There are more than forty muscles on our face, and each expression uses different muscles.
For example, smiling requires six muscles, while crying requires fourteen muscles.
The facial muscle adjustments that Yu Zhiming made for Lou Xiaoxiao required coordinating the various expressions on her face and making all expressions as natural and pleasing to the eye as possible.
It is not easy to achieve this step.
It is impossible for Lou Xiaoxiao to fully recover from the damage caused by bone grinding and muscle adjustment.
Yu Zhiming needs to make some compromises, giving priority to ensuring that smiles, anger, sadness and other commonly used small expressions are harmonious and natural.
As for exaggerated expressions such as hearty laughter, heartbreaking pain, etc. that the whole face must match, as long as they look passable, that's fine.
After all, it is rarely used...
In repeated attempts, Lou Xiaoxiao's various facial expressions gradually became fixed, and the plastic surgery and repair plan also changed from general to detailed in Yu Zhiming's mind.
When Yu Zhiming's eyes were full of energy again, he picked up the sketch pen and was about to draw, but he was attacked by a sense of hunger.
Only then did he notice that the electronic clock on the desk showed that it was past eleven o'clock in the evening.
Before I knew it, I had been immersed in thinking and analysis for more than an hour. No wonder I was hungry.
Yu Zhiming got up and left the soundproof bedroom, and saw Qing Ning leaning against the bed with a mobile bedside table in front of him.
There are laptops, tablets, mobile phones, pens and notebooks on the table.
"What are you busy with?"
Qing Ning put down the pen in her hand, stretched and replied: "As for the medicinal diet, after the charity ceremony, various tasks have increased dramatically, and there are some things that I need to make decisions on."
"Are you going to 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 come with us?"
When Qing Ning heard this, she hurriedly got out of bed and came to Yu Zhiming's side.
"When you say that, I'm really hungry..."
Yu Zhiming and Qing Ning walked out of the master bedroom and went to the small living room on the second floor, where the sensor night light turned on.
The living room on the first floor is dark.
However, Yu Zhiming could hear movement 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.
Obviously, these three guys are still awake.
Yu Zhiming took Qing Ning's little hand down the stairs, walked through the living room to the kitchen, turned on the light, and opened the door of the large refrigerator.
The large refrigerator is full of things, but most of them are unprocessed ingredients.
As for the leftovers, Yu Zhiming, a big rice bucket, basically does not exist.
However, Aunt Qiu specially cooked some extra rice tonight in order to make egg fried rice tomorrow morning.
“Egg fried rice?”
Yu Zhiming nodded and said, "Cook some more dumplings."
Seeing that Yu Zhiming only took out a pack of dumplings from the freezer, Qing Ning took another bowl of rice from the rice bowl.
Then, she took 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 had prepared the ingredients for making egg fried rice, and over at Yu Zhiming, the water in the cooking pot had already boiled.
Yu Zhiming put the dumplings into the pot, and Qing Ning began to heat the pot on the stove next to it.
Seeing her seemingly good cooking posture, Yu Zhiming smiled and praised: "Okay, she looks like a good wife and loving mother. Are you secretly practicing her cooking skills?"
Qing Ning gave her a flirtatious look with her 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 is also a spice and fun to your life."
"I'm learning some big dishes that can set the table. When I'm done, I'll cook them for you."
Yu Zhiming happily responded "Okay".
Qing Ning stir-fried the side dishes, feeling the scent of Yu Zhiming beside her, and said with a smile: "Like ordinary young couples, working together to make money, and cooking together after get off work, this kind of life is quite good."
Yu Zhiming smiled and said: "It's really good to do it by chance, but if you do it day after day, you will definitely get bored."
"If you still have to deal with mortgage and car payments, and are squeezed by your boss, there will be no joy in life."
Qing Ning said coquettishly: "Stop remembering the bitter and overthinking the sweet. Every family has troubles, so enjoy the present moment."
"Hey, give me the soy sauce..."
With the help of Yu Zhiming, Qing Ning finally cooked the egg fried rice which 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, nodded slightly and said, "Except for the slightly bland taste, it's all good. It's a very successful egg fried rice, and it can score eighty-five points."
Qing Ning said with a smile: "As a novice in cooking, what I fear most is adding too many seasonings, especially salt."
“My mother told me, it’s better to have less than too much. If there’s too little, there’s still a chance to make amends, but if there’s too much, it’ll be ruined.”
"Should I add 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 keep the pickles and it'll be fine..."
The two of them walked out of the kitchen carrying egg fried rice, dumplings, pickles, dumpling soup, etc. on trays, and saw Zhou Mo walking over.
"I didn't mean to disturb your two-person world. A charity donor called for help."
Yu Zhiming interrupted and asked: "Emergency? What's going on? Has someone 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 his brain was injured. He is still in a coma."
While 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 and I will check it tomorrow."
Zhou Mo nodded and hummed, and Qing Ning's voice sounded in his ears again, "Momo, are you hungry? Eat something with us. These dumplings were cooked by Zhiming, and I made the egg fried rice."
Zhou Mo didn't refuse, and said with a smile: "It's a rare opportunity to taste the cooking skills of both of you at once."
"I'm not welcome..."
Zhou Mo went to the kitchen and got a pair 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 and ate another dumpling. She raised her thumb and said, "Very good cooking skills. Elders, you don't have to worry about lighting the fire yourself."
After a pause, Zhou Mo said with a smile: "Let me tell you some good news. Today is the fifth day after the charity ceremony. 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 sideways at Zhou Mo. He never liked this kind of showy behavior.
What a waste of that time.
Qing Ning said with great interest: "I heard that the return rate of e-commerce women's clothing is 40 to 50, which is normal. The higher the price, the higher the return rate."
She analyzed: "Since you said it is good news, then the return rate must not be high, under forty?"
Zhou Mo said with a showy face: "It's more than forty, the current return rate is below 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 clothing has been widely recognized."
"Dr. Yu, Qing Ning, I can tell you for sure that Momo Fashion has achieved great success."
"Just wait and divide the money."
At this moment, Zhou Mo's cell phone suddenly rang.
It was a call from a local unknown mobile phone.
Zhou Mo answered the call, and a man's voice came out of the phone, "Hello Zhou Mo!"
"I am Daniel Lin. I have arrived at Binhai. I want to make an appointment with you to meet..."
