The black-bellied emperor: the only enchanting princess

Chapter 82 Plan
"Seventy percent, it depends on the condition of the legs. If it's not too bad, it can reach ninety percent."

Mo Qingcheng hadn't checked You Maojie's wound, but modern medical skills can completely solve You Maojie's problem, but Mo Qingcheng doesn't like to talk about death, if there are other problems at that time, it will be troublesome.

Hearing the probability of Mo Qingcheng, You Maozhe knew in his heart that Mo Qingcheng was sure, so he nodded immediately.

"I will convince my second brother to let him come here, but why do I have to come here for treatment."

For this niece who met for the first time, You Maozhe believed in her ability from the bottom of his heart for some reason, but it was only a later problem. This point, You Maozhe was not surprised, but a little more curious.

Mo Qingcheng pointed to the flattened yard in the backyard, and said with a smile.

"Of course it's because the conditions here are very suitable, and I have patients here. Putting them together saves time."

The general's mansion is in the north of the city, and Mo Qingcheng lives in the west of the city. The time wasted on the road every day costs two sticks of incense, four hours, and this is what Mo Qingcheng dislikes the most.

Hearing this, You Maozhe nodded, thinking it made sense, but looking at the flattened place, a gleam flashed in his eyes, wondering if it was as novel as the wheelchair at home.

At this moment, the news came over with food, Mo Qingcheng looked at You Maozhe, and smiled.

"The third uncle sent me over early in the morning. I haven't eaten yet, why don't we just eat at my niece's place!"

Thinking of yesterday's tiramisu, You Maozhe nodded hastily.

"Yeah."

Seeing the exquisite food served by Xiaoxi, You Maozhe felt that it was the right thing to stay and eat.

"Is this what half of your soul does too?"

Mo Qingcheng nodded.

"There are still many things. Slowly, the third uncle will know."

After taking a bite of the food, You Maozhe's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help sighing.

"This is the first time I have tasted this delicious food. If I open a restaurant, it will definitely be a big hit."

Hearing this, Mo Qingcheng actually thought about it, and felt that what You Maozhe said made sense, so he nodded immediately.

"The third uncle is right, it is indeed a good idea."

You Maozhe was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and opened his mouth.

"Sister is willing to let Xiaoxi out to open a restaurant."

When Xiaoxi heard this, she immediately became nervous. She glanced at Mo Qingcheng, feeling a little apprehensive in her heart. She had no regrets about letting her serve the lady for the rest of her life, but she really didn't want to be a cook.

Mo Qingcheng shook his head.

"I'm reluctant to let Xiaoxi out."

"However, I can write a copy of the recipe and give it to the cook, and let Xiaoxi give advice on this."

Hearing this, You Maozhe looked at Mo Qingcheng in surprise, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes glistened. He found that this niece was particularly fond of him, even You Zheng, the nephew who most resembled him, didn't feel this way.

"Are you willing to give the recipe to an outsider?"

Everyone is afraid that the master will starve to death after teaching the apprentice, but looking at Mo Qingcheng's appearance, he is not worried about this at all.

"No way! When the time comes, let them sign an agreement, absolutely not to leak the recipes, but for our internal people, these can be made public, and there will be no doubts about who will be employed."

You Maozhe's eyes lit up, and he looked at Mo Qingcheng with admiration.

"Then what do you say about this matter?"

(End of this chapter)