Chapter 1775: What is physique? (1/2)

With the last customer leaving, Origin Mall once again restored the peace of the past. Luochuan wrote novels all morning, and the whole person was a bit bad.

”Boss, why do you look so bad?” Yao Ziyan poked Luo Chuan's waist with his hand.

”Don't make trouble.” Luo Chuan gently patted Yao Ziyan's hand away, ”I'm thinking about life now. What do you think people live for? Why am I opening a shop here?”

Yao Ziyan laughed blankly: ”Boss, what's the matter with you?”

”You may not believe it.” Luo Chuan pointed to himself, ”I actually wrote a novel for an entire morning, and I don't believe it myself.”

Yao Ziyan thought for a while, stretched out his hand and touched Luochuan's forehead: ”I don't have a fever... No, there should be no concept of illness for the boss, right?”

”I'm normal.” Luo Chuan rolled his eyes, ”Besides, I'm not joking.”

Yao Ziyan chuckled and laughed: ”Okay, I see, but it doesn't fit your personality. Don't you usually feel uncomfortable to sit still without writing something? Why is this today?”

”If you don't find something to do, you feel uncomfortable.” Luo Chuan stretched out his palms, ”I think it should be a habit left over from the previous filming.”

Yao Ziyan smiled and nodded: ”Sounds not bad, boss, you have a lot more manuscripts, right? Have you seen the novel written by Soul Lock you mentioned before?”

”Look, let me tell you something now?”

”After a while, I will prepare lunch first.”

At the end of the conversation, Luo Chuan didn't have the idea of ​​helping the demon Ziyan fight. Now he just wants to lie down and write that the mental consumption of such a long time is not normal. Relax in the afternoon.

Reading novels, watching videos, watching live broadcasts... Time passes silently.

As an existence whose cooking skills are beyond the scope of mortals, Yao Ziyan made a sumptuous lunch in less than half an hour. Luo Chuan really didn't understand how she did it.

Perhaps in a sense, it is no different between him to fight and to help?

A deep sense of frustration suddenly rose in Luo Chuan's heart. The sense of frustration came and went quickly. He was quickly overwhelmed by the deliciousness of the cooking, and he didn't even bother to think about those things.

”Boss, you can talk.” Yao Ziyan said vaguely while eating the food.

”Oh, good.” Luo Chuan nodded, combing through the thoughts in his mind, ”Actually, there is not much content. You can read it in ten minutes at most.”

”But you promised me.” Yao Ziyan's voice sounded a bit wronged, her purple eyes staring at Luochuan as bright as a starry sky, and even a faint water glow.

”Good, good, I just said it.” Luo Chuan couldn't bear this the most, and he directly raised his hand to surrender. At the same time, he gave birth to a little emotion. You would never see the look of Yao Ziyan before.

Luo Chuan is very good at telling stories, but he is too lazy to tell stories. Even if he tells them, he basically only tells half of it. This may be a special habit, it can also be called a bad taste, of course, it may be simply lazy.