Mu Wenxi: "Yes, massage is also part of my job. I studied it carefully, and even the doctor praised me for my good massage skills."
Mrs. Huo trusted her completely, mainly because her son was such a disappointment: "Alright, then I'll leave the massage to Jiang Liu."
Mu Wenxi: "Of course."
Huo's mother looked at Huo Jiangliu and said, "Now you should get a good massage."
Mu Wenxi pushed Huo Jiangliu's wheelchair into the room and squatted down in front of him: "Why don't you let someone else massage you? A massage can help your leg get better faster."
Huo Jiangliu looked down at her for a moment, then looked away: "I don't like them getting close."
Mu Wenxi chuckled, "You're a bit willful."
Huo Jiangliu: "Isn't there you? Little bodyguard, I'm counting on you for my leg."
Mu Wenxi: "Don't worry, I've got it covered."
From that day on, Mu Wenxi took on the task of massaging Huo Jiangliu's legs.
At first, Huo Jiangliu was a little worried. He lay on the bed, his whole body wrapped in the quilt, unwilling to show his legs. He was afraid that Mu Wenxi would be frightened if he saw his legs.
Mu Wenxi found it somewhat amusing: "What's wrong?"
Huo Jiangliu did not answer.
Mu Wenxi: "Then I'll begin."
She slowly lifted the blanket off Huo Jiangliu's legs. Because he had been in a wheelchair for too long, his legs were very thin, his muscles had atrophied a bit, and there were hideous scars on his calves.
Lying on the bed, Huo Jiangliu felt like a fish on the chopping block. He tried to move his legs, but couldn't feel anything: "Don't look, it's ugly..."
But Mu Wenxi didn't think his legs were ugly; instead, she massaged them very seriously, saying, "They're not ugly at all."
Huo Jiangliu looked down at her: "Are you really not ugly?"
Mu Wenxi focused on giving him a massage, while reassuring him: "It's not ugly. Everyone has scars."
Huo Jiangliu: "Hmm."
Mu Wenxi: "Okay, that's all for today. I'll come back tomorrow."
Every day after that, Mu Wenxi came on time. Huo Jiangliu was no longer embarrassed or afraid at the beginning. Instead, he cherished the time he spent with Mu Wenxi.
His bad luck was cleared away more quickly after Mu Wenxi touched his legs.
During the few days of the Lunar New Year, many employees of the old house were given a holiday, leaving only some who did not want to take the holiday and wanted to earn overtime pay for the New Year, or homeless people like Mu Wenxi, who stayed at the old house.
After arranging the remaining matters at hand, Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou went back to their own home to celebrate the New Year with their families. Only the Huo family, Mu Wenxi, and a few employees remained in the old house, and Mu Wenxi suddenly felt a little lonely.
And what about this year's New Year's Eve dinner has also become a problem.
In previous years, the Huo family would either have the kitchen staff cook or eat out during the Lunar New Year. But this year was different. There was only one vegetable cutter left in the kitchen, and even the head chef decided to go home for the Lunar New Year because he hadn't been home for several years.
The Huo family were not heartless people. Knowing that the employees were going home for the Chinese New Year, they even arranged huge red envelopes for each of them, so the employees left with peace of mind.
Mrs. Huo was still hesitant about whether to eat out, because Huo Jiangliu's legs had become weak this year, and she needed to consider whether eating out would make Liu'er feel uncomfortable.
Huo Jiangliu was already indifferent. At first, he did resist going out, but after Mu Wenxi came, he no longer felt resistant. Just as he was about to suggest going out to eat, Mu Wenxi suddenly suggested, "How about I try cooking dinner tonight?"
Huo Jiangliu: "You can cook?"
Mu Wenxi: "Of course."
Mother Huo: "Alright, let Xiao Mu do it."
Mr. Huo: "Let's give it a try then. If it doesn't work out, we can just eat out."
Mu Wenxi: "Don't worry, I've got it covered."
Huo Jiangliu, worried that she might get tired, said, "We don't need too much, just enough for the few of us."
Mu Wenxi: "Okay."
She drafted the ingredient list and asked the kitchen staff to buy the ingredients. She started preparing in the kitchen around 3 p.m.
Huo Jiangliu, sitting in his wheelchair beside her, felt a pang of heartache watching her skillful movements.
Feeling a little embarrassed by his intense gaze, Mu Wenxi quickly shooed him out, saying, "Go outside, it's too smoky here."
Huo Jiangliu thought that if he were able to stand up again in the future, he would definitely be the one to cook and do the cooking, and he wouldn't let Mu Wenxi do anything.
At six o'clock, eight dishes and a soup were served on time. They were a perfect combination of meat, vegetables and soup.
Mu Wenxi made simple home-style dishes, which were not fancy in appearance, but she felt that they should taste good.
Huo's mother: "Did Xiao Mu cook for himself at home before? It was always a very lavish meal."
Mu Wenxi nodded: "I used to go hungry a lot when I was a child, but I learned to cook for myself when I grew up."
Mr. Huo picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and said, "It tastes good."
Huo Jiangliu took a bite of the shredded pork with garlic sauce: "Delicious."
Mother Huo also felt that this was far beyond her expectations, and her eyes looked at Mu Wenxi with even more love and affection, and she felt even more sorry for the child.
Around 7 p.m., the family ate while watching the New Year's Eve gala. Mu Wenxi thought that these big shots with assets worth hundreds of millions were actually no different from others, unlike what she had imagined.
Huo Jiangliu guessed what she was thinking: "We've all been through hardship, so we're not that picky."
Mu Wenxi also received red envelopes from Huo's father and mother, which he quickly refused.
Mother Huo held Mu Wenxi's hand: "Thanks to you for taking care of Liu'er during this time, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do. Xiao Mu, please don't be so polite."
Mu Wenxi looked at Huo Jiangliu, who was also looking at him. Huo Jiangliu nodded, and Mu Wenxi thought for a moment before accepting the gift.
At exactly twelve o'clock, the two of them made their most sincere New Year's wishes.
Mu Wenxi: "I hope his leg will recover quickly."
Huo Jiangliu: "I hope the lucky koi will always be by my side."
He also received a very, very nice gift.
A miracle cure for bad luck: "Bad luck successfully removed."
Huo Jiang turned his head and saw a beautiful girl with her hands clasped together, making a New Year's wish. He could only see her.
After the New Year, the employees gradually returned to work, but Huo Jiangliu and Mu Wenxi still had a winter vacation.
Huo Jiangliu had already noticed Mu Wenxi's restless heart: "Want to go out and play?"
Mu Wenxi: "Of course, don't you want to go?"
Huo Jiangliu: "Let's go."
Mu Wenxi immediately followed along, thinking to himself: Huo Jiangliu is really a good employer.
Huo Jiangliu wished his wheelchair could fly, thinking: I wish I could stand up quickly so I could go to more places.
A few days later, Huo Jiangliu felt some sensation in his legs while getting a massage, and Mu Wenxi quickly pushed his wheelchair to take him to see a doctor.
The doctor was even more surprised when he saw the test results than before: "A miracle! If the chance of your leg recovering was 20% when we last met, this time it's 80%. With rehabilitation training, you will be able to stand up again to a great extent."
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