Chapter 1411 Just Wait for the Money
After ten o'clock in the evening, Yu's house, soundproof bedroom.
Yu Zhiming sat upright at the desk, looking blankly at the paper and pen used for sketching on the desk.
At this moment, his attention was completely focused on observing Lou Xiaoxiao's constantly changing face, showing joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and even making faces.
Because of the stiffness or disharmony of some facial muscles, Lou Xiaoxiao's expressions have no aesthetic appeal, but rather an indescribable weirdness.
After Yu Zhiming mastered these facial expressions one by one, he 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 such as anger, sorrow, joy, and grimaces also changed in tandem, becoming either more coordinated or more distorted.
There are more than forty muscles in our face, and each expression uses different muscles.
For example, smiling involves six muscles, while crying requires the use of fourteen muscles.
The facial muscle adjustments Yu Zhiming made for Lou Xiaoxiao required coordinating the various expressions on her face, trying to make all of them look as natural and pleasing as possible.
It is not easy to achieve this step.
It is impossible to completely recover from the damage caused by Lou Xiaoxiao's previous bone grinding and muscle adjustment.
Yu Zhiming needs to make some compromises, giving priority to ensuring the harmony and naturalness of common small expressions such as smiling, angry, and sad.
As for exaggerated expressions that require the entire face to match, such as hearty laughter and heart-wrenching pain, as long as they look acceptable, it's fine.
After all, it is rarely used...
Through repeated attempts, Lou Xiaoxiao's various facial expressions gradually became fixed, and the plastic surgery repair plan in Yu Zhiming's mind also became detailed and specific.
When Yu Zhiming's eyes were full of spirit again, he picked up the sketch pen and was about to start drawing, but he was hit by a feeling of hunger.
Only then did he notice that the electronic clock on the desk showed that it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.
Before I knew it, I had been immersed in thinking and analyzing for over an hour. No wonder I was hungry.
Yu Zhiming got up and walked out of the soundproof bedroom, and saw Qingning leaning against the head of the bed with a movable bedside table in front of her.
On the table are laptops, tablets, mobile phones, as well as pens and notebooks.
"What are you busy with?"
Qing Ning put down the pen in her hand, stretched herself and replied, "Regarding the herbal medicine matters, after the charity gala, the workload has increased dramatically, and there are some things I need to make decisions on."
"You wanna go 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 join us?"
When Qing Ning heard this, she hurriedly got out of bed and came to Yu Zhiming.
"Now that you mention it, I'm actually a little hungry..."
Yu Zhiming and Qing Ning walked out of the master bedroom and came to the small living room on the second floor, where a sensor night light lit up.
The living room on the first floor was dark.
Yu Zhiming could hear noises 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.
Apparently, all three guys were still awake.
Yu Zhiming took Qingning's little hand and went down the stairs, walked through the living room to the kitchen, turned on the light, and opened the door of the large refrigerator.
The big refrigerator is packed with things, but most of them are unprocessed ingredients.
As for leftovers, with Yu Zhiming, a big rice bucket, there are basically no leftovers.
However, Aunt Qiu cooked some extra rice tonight in order to make fried rice tomorrow morning.
"Egg fried rice?"
Yu Zhiming nodded and said, "Cook some more dumplings."
Seeing that Yu Zhiming only took out a bag of dumplings from the freezer, Qingning poured another bowl of rice from the rice bowl.
Then she took out 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 prepared the ingredients for making egg fried rice, while on Yu Zhiming's side, the water in the pot had already boiled.
Yu Zhiming put the dumplings into the pot, and Qingning started heating oil on the stove next to him.
Seeing her cooking like a real chef, Yu Zhiming smiled and praised her, "Not bad, you look like a good wife and mother. Have you been practicing your cooking skills secretly?"
Qing Ning cast a coquettish glance at him, saying, "My mother said that as a woman, you don't have to cook, but you must have cooking skills. Cooking occasionally can spice up your life."
"I'm learning how to make some delicious dishes that will be perfect for 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 Yu Zhiming's presence beside her, and said with a chuckle, "Just like an ordinary young couple, working together to earn money, and cooking together after get off work, this kind of life is not bad."
Yu Zhiming smiled and said, "It's good to do it occasionally, but if you do it day after day, you'll definitely get tired of it."
"If you're still worried about mortgages and car loans, and your boss is exploiting you, there's no joy in life at all."
Qing Ning said coquettishly, "Don't dwell on the past. Every family has its troubles. We should enjoy the present."
"Hey, give me the soy sauce..."
With Yu Zhiming's help, Qing Ning finally made some decent-looking fried rice.
Yu Zhiming took a bite first.
"How's it going? Is it okay?"
Yu Zhiming looked into Qing Ning's bright eyes and nodded gently, saying, "Except for the slightly bland taste, it's all good. It's a very successful egg fried rice. I give it an 85."
Qing Ning smiled and said, "As a novice in cooking, I'm most afraid of adding too much seasoning, especially salt."
"My mom told me it's better to have less than more. If you have less, you can still make amends, but if you have more, it will be ruined."
"Should I add some more salt?"
Yu Zhiming shook his head and said, "No, I have a strong taste, so it should be just right for you."
"I'll have some pickles with it and it'll be fine..."
The two of them walked out of the kitchen with trays carrying fried rice, dumplings, pickles, dumpling soup, etc., and saw Zhou Mo coming over.
"I didn't mean to interrupt your time together. A charity donor called to ask for help."
Yu Zhiming interrupted and asked, "Emergency? What's the situation? Has the patient been sent to Huashan Hospital?"
Zhou Mo shook his head and said, "It's not an emergency. The donor said his brother-in-law had a motorcycle accident a week ago and suffered a brain injury. He's still in a coma."
As they were talking, the three of them had already entered the restaurant.
Yu Zhiming placed the tray on the dining table and said, "Send the injured to the hospital. I'll examine him tomorrow."
Zhou Mo nodded and Qing Ning's voice rang in his ears again, "Mo Mo, are you hungry? Come eat something with us. Zhiming cooked these dumplings, 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 the same time."
"I'm not polite..."
Zhou Mo went to the kitchen to get a set of bowls and chopsticks, divided a small bowl of 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 a dumpling, then gave a thumbs-up and said, "Very good cooking skills. The elders don't have to worry about you guys cooking on your own."
After a pause, Zhou Mo smiled and said, "I have good news for you. Today is the fifth day after the charity gala, and Momo Clothing has already sent out nearly 90,000 packages."
"There are over 60,000 packages that have been signed for."
“Guess how many packages were returned?”
Yu Zhiming glanced at Zhou Mo. He never liked this kind of suspense.
What a waste of time.
Qing Ning said with interest, "I heard that the return rate of women's clothing on e-commerce platforms is normal at 40 or 50%, and the higher the price, the higher the return rate."
She analyzed, "Since you said it's good news, then the return rate must not be high, under 40?"
Zhou Mo said with a boastful look on his face: "More than forty, the current statistical return rate is less than ten points."
"Boss Cen said that the final return rate will not exceed 20%. Considering the quality and price of our clothing, this return rate means that our clothing has been widely recognized."
"Doctor Yu, Qing Ning, I can tell you for sure that Momo Fashion has been a huge success."
"Just wait for your share of the money."
Just then, Zhou Mo's cell phone suddenly rang.
It was a call from an unknown local mobile phone.
Zhou Mo answered the call, and a man's voice squeezed out of the phone, "Zhou Mo, hello!"
"I'm Daniel Lin. I've arrived in Binhai and want to make an appointment with you to meet..."
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