Raising You This Small Stuff

Chapter 11.1 Did you make this bowl of congee yourself?

Yuan Suo couldn’t think of anything.

“Why didn’t you tell me when you fell sick?”

“….”

“The system message has the historical record of the information you refused to tell me.”

“…. It would have disturbed your work.”

When Mo Yi Cheng looked at Yuan Suo’s drooping head, he couldn’t bear to blame him anymore and softened his voice, “From now on, no matter what happens, you have to tell me the first time it happens, okay? If I found out that you’re hiding something from me in the future, I will…. I will confiscate your laptop.”

“Oh….” He still wanted to see the movie, “A Dog’s Mission”, he hadn’t watched it for the third time yet.

“Do you understand?” Mo Yi Cheng continued.

“Uh-huh, I understand.” He nodded, sniffled, then coughed twice.

Mo Yi Cheng frowned, “Get under the blanket, there is warm water on the bedside table. Drink some first, I’ll call the doctor later.”

Yuan Suo drank the water obediently, got under the covers and lay down.

This was the first time Chen Jiao had heard the movie emperor talk in the bathroom, and the tone of his voice even had an unprecedented softness to it. Thinking about him taking the cell phone with him when he went into the bathroom… He was suddenly enlightened, then thought about it very carefully….

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Mo Yi Cheng was sweating profusely. Following the instructions written by Chen Jiao on how to make the congee, he finally edited the steps for preparing it in the game clumsily, and clicked start.

Yuan Suo was looking at the blurred scenery outside the window with his chubby face on one side, completely unaware of how busy Mo Yi Cheng was at the moment.

Half an hour later, the yellow, steaming hot rice congee was ready.

Yuan Suo’s stomach was already growling, there was no refrigerator in this room, and he was thinking about his nutritious meal and snacks when a bowl of congee appeared on the bedside table, the aroma overwhelming.

“Let’s eat.” Mo Yi Cheng turned the game on, he also finally had free time for breakfast.

Yuan Suo said thank you, took the bowl of congee, filled a large spoonful, blew on it twice, and brought it to his mouth.

Mo Yi Cheng looked calm as he drank his milk.

Yuan Suo ate bite after bite, his little face bulging, lips moist.

After half a glass of milk, Mo Yi Cheng coughed, finally unable to resist as he asked, “How does it taste?”

Yuan Suo nodded his head like a hen pecking rice, “Delicious.”

“Just delicious?”

Yuan Suo thought seriously, then said, “Very warm.”

He was amused but nodded his head, pretending not to care much, “Eat more.”

“Mm-hmm.” It was only after he was full that it occurred to him that there was no ready-made rice congee for sale in the food store. That was to say, Mo Yi Cheng had made it himself? “Mo Yi Cheng.” He called out, holding the empty bowl.

“Hmm?” Mo Yi Cheng had also finished his breakfast.

“Did you make this bowl of congee yourself?” He whispered tentatively.

“…. Yes.” This little thing was really a bit silly, he unexpectedly just found out only now.

Yuan Suo licked his lips with regret, whispering, “If I had known, I would have eaten slower.”

Yuan Suo only lamented subconsciously, but Mo Yi Cheng was struck by his words, only speaking after a long while, “You can always eat it later.”

“Really?” Yuan Suo’s eyes shone.

Mo Yi Cheng: “Hmm, in the future, you won’t eat nutritious meals anymore.”

Chapter 11.2 Did you make this bowl of congee yourself?

Liang Shaoning was in and out of the set, and because he was somewhat famous in the community, everyone knew that he was the Mo family’s personal doctor. Many people speculated that Mo Yi Cheng was sick and had to seek medical treatment on the set just to keep up with the filming schedule. When the news leaked out, and a large wave of fans were distressed.

After Liang Shaoning’s third follow-up visit, his wife called and asked what sort of sickness Mo Yi Cheng had. Liang Shaoning thought about it, then replied: Mental problems….

Right after that, Mo Yi Cheng met with a nutritionist and a very famous Cantonese chef in the artist van. After the introduction of Yuan Suo’s situation, the chef received a detailed nutritional analysis, along with a number of recipes and preparation methods suitable for Yuan Suo on the same day, but to the chef’s dismay, the movie emperor strictly requested that “a little” and “the right amount” not be allowed on the recipe, but that all ingredients and seasonings were to be specified to one decimal point…

When the chef came back home from work in the evening and his wife saw the bitter expression on his face, she asked whether celebrities were difficult to get along with and whether they played the big name card. He only shook his head heavily and said: “I’m just feeling a bit mentally challenged…

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Two days later, Yuan Suo was finally discharged from the hospital.

Feeling very comfortable after coming back to his little room, he changed into his bunny pajamas, and got to work at his little desk.

Half an hour later, a four-panel cartoon of Mo Yi Cheng cooking in the kitchen was born.

Ding!

[System hint: Little elf Du Du’s favor value is +20]

[System Alert: Little elf Du Du has been upgraded to level 3]

Yuan Suo put the manga that was still only a sketch into the drawer with the previous ones, thought about it, took another piece of paper, then buried his head and started drawing seriously.

His strokes were quite careful, and beside him was the iced sugar snow pear made by Mo Yi Cheng himself. He felt a sweetness in his mouth just by it being there alone.

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Mo Yi Cheng’s film was completed successfully, and the cast and crew had high praise for his first-rate acting and great personality.

The director praised him repeatedly in interviews as the most talented and promising actor he had seen in years, and that this was just the beginning of his journey.

Mo Yi Cheng moved from the hotel back to his own home, an upscale apartment, not very large, the style simple and elegant. Most of the people who lived around the neighborhood were either from the entertainment circle or some wealthy businessmen.

At the same time, Yuan Suo had also been upgraded by Mo Yi Cheng’s excellent cooking and proper nutrition, which not only opened the limit of the view from the window, but also allowed him to change apartments.

Mo Yi Cheng helped the little thing get a three-bedroom, one living room apartment which was decorated in a warm style, respecting Yuan Suo’s wishes about the renovation, with many small places decorated with very smart and lovely touches.

One of the two rooms was used as a bedroom and the other was converted into a drawing room.

The things in the original bedroom that Yuan Suo wouldn’t change were moved over, including the bunny bedspread, a light blue closet, and a handmade silk rug of the same color on the floor.

The living room was equipped with a large-screen TV for watching movies, and the fitness equipment was located on the balcony.

The kitchen was very large. Mo Yi Cheng told Chen Jiao to find a professional culinary arts school teacher and to prepare all the utensils that could be used according to the list made by the teacher.

The last room was converted directly into a small medical emergency room for home use, in case Yuan Suo got sick again.

They didn’t need to consider the smell of formaldehyde and other things after the decoration inside the game, so Yuan Suo moved in smoothly the next day, but facing the sudden increase in the amount of space available, he was seemingly at a loss.

“The space has gotten bigger, if you’re a little scared at night, leave the lights on, okay?” Mo Yi Cheng instructed.

He nodded his head but said to himself inside: “Yuan Suo isn’t afraid of the dark, he is afraid of thunder in the dark.”