Husband, can you do it?

Wenzhuo is looking forward to it, isn't it?Did these grandparents do it by themselves?This is surprising enough!

Unexpectedly, this sentence made the two men feel embarrassed, one lowered his head and the other rubbed his toes.

"Blow up the kitchen?"

Probably not, Sister Rong must be helping to watch, there will be no danger.What's with that guilty look?

"It didn't work?"

"Successful. That is, the success is a bit, too much."

Qiao Han muttered softly.

What does it mean to be too successful?

"I gonna go see."

No, let's take a look at the kitchen. If something is broken, call the maintenance man quickly.

The two hurriedly stood in front of Wen Zhuo, not allowing him to go to the kitchen.

"Honey, you'd better stop watching, or I'm afraid you won't be able to eat!"

"Dad, you will never eat cookies in your life!"

What's the situation?

I can't hide, the two of you look at each other, let's die.

Stretching out their hands from behind, everyone has a lump in their palms, uh...something like shit!It's really like it!That shape, that color!Same as shit!

"My father and I want to make cookies, but no matter how squeezed they are not round, they are long strips. Anyway, you don't need to care about these details when you eat them in your mouth. Then you put them in the oven. They are overbaked and burnt. Just, no matter how you look at it, it looks like shit."

Qiao Han explained, it wasn't intentional, it was the round flower shape that the two of them couldn't squeeze out of cookies.

"But it tastes good. It's a little burnt, but it's good inside."

Qiao Han said and took a bite.

Wen Zhuo's eyebrows almost flew out of his face.

"Knowing that you won't be able to accept this shape of biscuit, my son and I will improve it for you!"

Qiao Han pushed his son, who hurried to the kitchen to bring a plate.

There is a biscuit covered with cream on the plate. I don’t know how much cream the two used. Anyway, the shape of the dog has changed into a round shape, and there are a lot of fudge, chocolate chips, and fruit pieces on it. .

It's quite big, with words written crookedly on it, wishing Dad a happy birthday.

The two fathers held the plate and grinned at him.

Wen Zhuo was very angry and funny.

"Forgot? It's my New Year's Day birthday."

Qiao Han also proposed to him again, and he still wears the ring on his hand.

"Well... Then I wish you a hundred days? Forget about what you love, I wish you a happy day!"

You can celebrate any day, there is no need to wait for your birthday.

Well, Wen Zhuo laughed out loud.

"Then have a happy day."

Wen Zhuo took the cake.

"Thank you son!"

Kissed his son, then hugged his wife.

"I bought lamb chops for you two, go and eat."

The two were happy, grabbed the box and went to eat mutton.

Even if Wen Zhuo doesn't like sweet food, so much cream is greasy, but he still eats it, digging it with a spoon.After a few bites, the more you eat, the more something is wrong.

Why does this biscuit that looks like a dog's papa look like it was eaten by a dog?Potholes?But there is no burnt skin on the outside.

"These are baked well."

Wen Zhuo took a bite, and it tasted pretty good.

"The first pot was burnt, and the second pot was baked successfully?"

"No! Just one pot."

"That……"

Why is there no burnt skin?

"Our father and I can eat it well."

Qiao Han told the truth.

"I gnaw fast!"

Wen Qiao was very happy to show his father how to gnaw a biscuit.

The front teeth of the two little front teeth are the same.Holding the biscuit and nibbling it in circles, the burnt skin was gnawed off, revealing the light yellow inside, that's all.

No wonder the pits and pits are uneven.

Seeing his son's excited little eyes, Wen Zhuo swallowed the biscuit in his mouth.No stress or nausea.

When his son had leftover food, Wen Zhuo would eat it without hesitation.It's not that he didn't eat the bottom of Qiao Han's bowl, it's that Qiao Han didn't have enough to eat, so there was never a bite left.

Qiao Han narrowed his eyes when he saw him eating biscuits and smiling without changing his face.

Wen Zhuo is obsessed with cleanliness, but his obsession with cleanliness fails at home.Even if the biscuits were made into the shape of dogs and processed, Wen Zhuo ate until there was no cream left, and while his son was concentrating on eating meat, he kissed Qiao Han sweetly.

Wen Zhuo is the gentlest man and the best husband.

Didn't you get three orders last time you participated in the exhibition?One company proposed very tricky conditions, requiring payment a week after the goods arrived, and Wen's company had to pay for all the quality problems.In the past two or three months, the Wen's company has picked up the goods three times one after another, and each time it is only 200 million?No more than 500 million goods at most.The payment is made one week after the goods arrive, even if a part of the interest is paid, the requirements are very strict.

After picking up the goods three times, they disappeared for a while. After Wenzhuo managed the Wenjia Company, quality was the most important thing. He controlled the quality and received 9000 to [-] million orders before and after, and there was no quality problem with any product going abroad.The word of mouth is very good, and the reputation quality is also very good.

This customer probably waited and watched many times, checked the feedback from various customers, and finally knew that Wenzhuo’s re-invested and operated Wen’s company was different from the previous Wen’s company, and the quality of the new owner was very good.Immediately, he and Wen Zhuo proposed to pick up 3000 million goods.As long as there is no quality problem, we will cooperate throughout the year in the future, and Wenzhuo's company will become the only supplier.

The order was quite large, so Wen Zhuo went over to talk with this company, and by the way, won the order of at least [-] million a year from the only supplier.

Wen Zhuo also has a lot of business of his own. There are several novels that are about to be developed into film and television, and he will also win this list.

After finishing my company work, I flew over immediately, worked overtime for three consecutive days, signed the form and flew back overnight. When I got home, I just changed clothes and took a shower, and then went to work again.

Qiao Han was worried that he was exhausted, but he had a fever when he went to bed at night.

Qiao Han gave him a dose of antipyretics. After dawn, the fever subsided, but it reached his throat, coughing and coughing.

My throat is also a little swollen, not to mention that anti-inflammatory drugs are not working, and my tonsils are still swollen, let alone eating, it hurts to drink water.

But Qiao Han was so worried, he could count all the things he ate that day, he took more medicine than food, he didn't like to talk and didn't eat food, his lips were dry and he didn't drink water, his tonsils hurt.

"Have you eaten at noon?"

Qiao Han brought him a bowl of rice porridge, which was so rotten that the rice had been boiled.

Wen Zhuo shook his head.Point to throat.

The couple hadn't spoken for two days, Wen Zhuo had tongue ulcers, tonsil inflammation, and upper respiratory tract infection.

"Draw the water and go."

Wen Zhuo raised the document in Yang's hand, and Qiao Han understood it, which meant that he had work to do tomorrow and no time.

"I'll call the community doctor and give you a bottle of water. You just lie on the bed."

Wen Zhuo frowned and leaned back.

"Father, let's set an example! You are so timid and afraid of injections, your son will learn from you!"

Qiao Han already hated iron for being weak. Quite old men are afraid of injections. No matter who draws the water, he dare not watch the moment the needle sticks into the blood vessel!

Wen Zhuo laughed out loud.

"Okay. I'll listen to my wife."

My throat hurts, and my words are like sandpaper.

"Eat the porridge."

Qiao Han told him to call the community doctor. The property in their community is quite good, and the doctor's medical skills are good.A few days ago, the kindergarten children caught several colds due to the large temperature difference, and Wen Qiao was also caught, and Wen Qiao was cured after three injections.It's just my butt hurts for a few days.The doctor hit hard.

The upper respiratory tract infection caused by a cold is also caused by a fever. After the antipyretic medicine is poured, the fire comes out from elsewhere.So the tonsils are inflamed and the tongue is ulcerated.

Wen Qiao lay on the bed dangling her calf, pointing at the storybook to tell his father a story, while Wen Zhuo half-lyed and half-relied listening to her son make up the story about Little Red Riding Hood playing with the big bad wolf.

Qiao Han was sitting by the bed. Although the weather was very warm, the liquid in these two large bottles was still a bit cold after being injected into the body.Qiao Han was holding the infusion tube on the side, and the slightly warm medicine flowed into the body, so that the panic would not be so cold.

The son put himself to sleep by telling stories by himself, and Qiao Han carried him back to his room.

"Drink water,"

The water was sent to Wen Zhuo's mouth, Wen Zhuo shook his head, he didn't want to drink, he had difficulty swallowing, and it hurt.

"The skin on the mouth is peeling, and it hurts to kiss!"

Qiao Han disliked it very much.Wen Zhuo laughed and quickly drank a few sips of water.

"Be good!"

Qiao Han smiled and leaned up to take a bite on Wen Zhuo's lips.Sit down and squeeze his arms and legs again, his muscles are sore from a cold.

"The doctor said that you need to hang water continuously and take medicine. Your stomach can't stand it if you don't eat like this."

"pain,"

It's not that I'm not hungry, it's that it really hurts.

"Don't be coquettish."

Qiao Han gave him a white look.

"Drink more porridge, and have the strength to resist the virus. You must eat three meals."

"kindness,"

Wen Zhuo agreed casually, flipping through the documents at hand.

"Shall I help you?"

Qiao Han leaned over, it must be inconvenient for him to hang the water, he could just turn the page for him.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhuo grabbed it and clasped it to his chest with his backhand to prevent Qiao Han from looking at it.

"mean!"

Qiao Han snorted angrily, I'll pinch your arm and hold the infusion tube for you, so you treat me like this?

Do couples need so many secrets?

"Purchase the copyright and development of novels, which are commercial secrets,"

Wen Zhuo kept his face as straight as possible, and said seriously that this was a secret.

Qiao Han cut him very much.

"I'm not curious! I'm not curious either!"

Anyway, if you don't have your own novel, envy, jealousy and hatred are useless!

Just don't peek at it, or I will be more envious after watching it.

Wen Zhuo changed the subject and asked Qiao Han to see if it was time to get a bottle?

Qiao Han has a big heart, you don't let me see it, I was a little angry at first, and I forgot about the angry thing when I changed the subject.

For the first time, Wen Zhuo locked the file tightly, preventing Qiao Han from taking a peek at any of the contents.

The next day, Qiao Han didn't have much time to write. Wen Zhuo drank half a bowl of porridge in the morning, and took medicine without eating at noon. His stomach couldn't take it anymore.

Don't look at Wen Zhuo's willingness to agree, he is a bit hypocritical when he is not feeling well, coupled with difficulty swallowing and a sore throat, he really doesn't eat.