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Chapter 611 Experiencing the Life of a Writer (7)

"How can this be considered a lie?"

Gou Xue sat upright, and said seriously: "Although Ping Xue's body has no serious problems, it's not considered healthy, at most it can only be considered sub-healthy."

"Sub-health is a critical state between health and disease. People in a sub-health state will experience symptoms such as reduced vitality, reduced responsiveness, and reduced adaptability. Timely intervention is required to restore a healthy state."

She temporarily looked up the concept of sub-health, picked out the most critical information and read it over.

"How do you know she is in sub-healthy condition?"

So-and-so is deeply skeptical.

"If you think about it for a while, don't you know?"

Gou Xue put down her phone, walked to the window, looked at the blue sky, and said calmly: "Ping Xue has been writing novels at home since graduation, and writing novels only needs to move her fingers and brain, and there is no amount of exercise at all. If things go on like this, Is she still in good health?"

"Since I am here, I will be responsible for her health to the end. From tomorrow, I will go out to exercise every day, and use these three months to make her return to a healthy state."

"Exercise for the remaining three months?"

There seemed to be a big question mark popping up on So-and-so's little head.

"Food needs to be improved, it's not okay to always eat takeaway."

Gou Xue felt that the egg fried rice she ate before was very oily and not tasty, so she might as well cook it by herself.

"Actually, she doesn't eat takeaway every day, she just orders takeaway at noon from Monday to Friday."

Pingxue's parents only eat lunch at the company, and they will cook breakfast before going out in the morning, and they will leave a portion for Pingxue to heat up, and they will also cook when they come back in the evening, so Pingxue can eat with them.

"That's not okay, lunch is also very important, how can you eat so casually?"

Gou Xue is firmly opposed to ordering takeaway if he can cook for himself.

"I'm just stating the facts, you don't need to be so excited."

So-and-so felt as if she was a little too excited.

"How can I be excited?"

Gou Xue's face became expressionless in seconds.

"It doesn't have to be so serious."

So and so felt embarrassed.

"Then what do you want from me?"

Gou Xue didn't know whether she should behave calmly and calmly, or not hide her emotions at all, showing her emotions and anger.

"I didn't think about it."

So-and-so felt a little baffled, and didn't know why she would ask such a question.

"Ah."

Gou Xue couldn't be bothered to care about it for a moment, and only left a "heh" to let it know for herself.

The afternoon passed quickly, Gou Xue went out to buy some food before Pingxue's parents came back, and cooked a meal for three people.

She didn't cook because she didn't know Pingxue's parents' eating habits and was afraid of exposing her secrets.

"Don't you have to write a novel today?"

Ping Jianguo was a little surprised.

"Today's has been written."

Gou Xue answered without changing his face.

"Oh."

Ping Jianguo didn't ask any more questions, but went into the kitchen, ready to help with the cooking.

"Cub, did you cook the rice?"

Ding Yumei was even more surprised than Ping Jianguo, because she just wanted to wash the rice and cook when she found that the light of the rice cooker was on and had already switched to keep warm.

"I cooked it by the way before going out to buy vegetables."

Gou Xue stood at the door of the kitchen, seemingly casually speaking.

"How much rice and water did you put in? It won't be boiled into a paste, right?"

Ding Yumei said as she opened the lid of the rice cooker and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the distinct pieces of rice inside.

"The cub is just not very good at cooking, but he can still cook."

Seeing that "Ping Xue"'s expression gradually became embarrassed, Ping Jianguo hurriedly said something to help.

　I seem to be blackmailing myself, because Pingxue's prototype is me [cover face]
　　
　
(End of this chapter)