However, to outsiders, Mu Xingzhi is a person who has always been sitting in a wheelchair, and unless it is necessary, Mu Xingzhi will never destroy this "personality" on his own.
Su Qingluan thought about the height of Mu Xingzhi when he was sitting in the wheelchair. His shoulders were almost at the stove position now.
Although this height is barely enough to use a spatula to stir the food in the pot, if it is replaced with a higher pot such as a clay pot, the height of the pot will block Mu Xingzhi's sight. If he wants to see the ingredients in the pot clearly, he must stand up.
Thinking about how this person couldn't see what was in the pot, Su Qingluan inexplicably found it quite cute. However, this also made her shrug her shoulders and give up the idea of asking Mu Xingzhi to help with the work.
Su Qingluan's cooking skills are beyond words, and Song Bo is also an expert in cooking, so with the cooperation of the two, a table of dishes and rice were soon served -
The golden, crispy, greasy fried chicken and steamed bun slices, as well as the yam-style French fries, were all emitting steam, while the various side dishes that could be eaten raw in another plate were juicy and refreshing.
Mu Xingzhi looked at the large plate of pieces that were almost piled up like a small mountain, and couldn't help but laugh: "Qingluan has made quite a lot."
Su Qingluan said bluntly: "There are three of us here now. What if we don't make enough food?"
Seeing Song Bo waving his hands repeatedly, Su Qingluan took the empty plate that had been prepared long ago and divided the chicken nuggets, steamed buns, French fries and light dishes that were originally prepared for Song Bo into two portions: "I know you won't be sitting at the table with us, is this okay?"
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