After saying this, Qian Hong walked through the short corridor, opened the back door of the house, walked aimlessly to the backyard, and found that the area here is about the same size as the front yard, and there is a birdcage-shaped sun room not far away, a wooden shed workshop, although the area is not particularly large, but the structure is really small and exquisite, very beautiful.

Zhang Meng naturally followed him to the backyard, watching Qian Hong spin around among the flowers and plants produced savagely, and listening to Qian Hong ask new questions: "I'm a little curious, why no one rents such a good house? Is it because the rent is too expensive?"

"The rent is one thing, and the other is that this house is too close to the police station, and you can hear the sound of the police every night, which affects the rest very much, so ......"

"That's it?"

"I also heard that the old lady's reputation when she was young was not very good, and she should be a courtesan, so the neighbors around her didn't like her very much, and slowly the house was affected. ”

"Hahahaha, then I like this house more now......"

When the two came out of the old house, Zhang Meng went directly to the nursing home, while Qian Hong went straight to the school, planning to pick up Zhu Ying for dinner, because this is more time-saving, who called dinner Zhu Ying has other courses, and now she is the real busy person among the two.

From the moment she entered the store, Zhu Ying had been looking through the books in her hand until the food was served, and the fragrance of scallion oil noodles and Babao hot sauce wafted into her nose, and she glanced up at Qian Hong.

"Hungry, eat!" Qian Hong didn't blame Zhu Ying for neglecting him, and naturally poured her a cup of hot water.

"Today, the teacher talked about the skills of makeup, but I don't understand, why it's better to have an art foundation in makeup? Is my face a canvas?" Zhu Ying grabbed her chopsticks, but before she started to eat, she couldn't help but suddenly complain.

"I have my eye on an old bungalow and am trying to buy it. But who knew that Qian Hong didn't answer what he asked, and mentioned to Zhu Ying what happened today.

"Didn't you go to see the designer today? Why did you go to buy a house again?"

"It went well with the designer, so I stopped by and did the second thing. ”

"You just bought one for more than 60,000 yuan, how much is it this time?"

"I don't know yet, but I can't think it's cheap. ”

"Oh my God! you...... Forget it, I'm too lazy to be surprised!" Zhu Ying rolled her eyes playfully, and then began to eat noodles, but after she ate a few bites, the chopsticks in her hand suddenly stopped, she looked at Qian Hong and said, "I was diverted from the topic by you again, did you listen to me seriously!"

"Yes, you're wondering why you need to learn art basics to learn makeup. ”

"That said, you're weird, aren't you?"

"Actually, it's not surprising, I don't think your teacher expects you to learn drawing and oil painting, he wants to improve your aesthetic taste, so that when you deal with your face, it will make it more advanced and three-dimensional. ”

"What does three-dimensional mean?"

"It's like you have a big cake face......"

"You're the big cake face!"

"Okay, it's like I have a big pie face, if I want to make people feel that my chin is sharper and my cheeks are thinner, then I will use dark powder on the cheeks to make a darker visual effect, and here I use the shadow technique in the sketch, if you have a foundation in art, then you can better understand and use it. ”

"I'm surprised, you're not a woman, and you haven't taken any of our classes, why do you understand this?"

"Because I'm amazing! Okay, let's eat it, the scallion oil noodles won't taste good when they're cold." As he spoke, Qian Hong used a spoon to fill Zhu Ying with a spoonful of Babao hot sauce.

After eating and walking on the street, Zhu Ying was like a happy bird, chattering with Qian Hong about interesting things in the school, the two walked and walked, and unconsciously came to a vegetable market, which was crowded with residents who came to buy vegetables, watching them bargain there, Qian Hong couldn't help but smile slightly.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I thought of the small market in the shipyard, and the story of going to buy cabbage with my mother, if these people who only bought two tomatoes at a meal saw that I moved more than 200 catties of cabbage home, would they be scared to death?"

"Qian Hong, you...... Do you want to your mother?"

"A little, but before the things in Shanghai are done, I won't go back, of course, Sister Ying, you have to be independent, once I leave, at least within half a year, you can only rely on yourself. ”

"Hmm!"

As soon as Zhu Ying agreed softly, there was a sudden uproar in front of him, a blonde foreigner holding a camera, he quarreled with the crab seller for some reason, and it quickly attracted people's onlookers.

Watching the two of them talk to each other, even arguing and gesturing, Qian Hong pointed over there, and gently agreed to push Zhu Ying on his back, and then watched Zhu Ying walk over helplessly, and began to act as a translator for the two, exercising his speaking and listening in the amazed eyes of everyone......

At seven o'clock in the evening, Qian Hong sent Zhu Ying to class again, but when he was too idle to wander around the school, Zhang Meng actually hurriedly found it, and then told him an unexpected news.

"I went to the nursing home to see the old lady, but when I asked her if she was interested in buying a house and promised not to renovate the house casually, she actually wanted to see you first. Zhang Meng pursed her lips helplessly.

"It's not surprising, if I can buy it casually, then the old bungalow will not be in my hands. But Qian Hong seemed unimpressed: "In addition to meeting, did the old lady make any other requests?"

"Not really. ”

"Then you can make an appointment for me, and I will invite the old lady to dinner at noon tomorrow, and the place will be in the old bungalow. ”

"In the old bungalow, do you need me to hire a cook?"

"No, I'll come to the stove myself, so that I can show my sincerity!"

"Little leader, you...... What if the old lady is not satisfied?"

"I'll do my best, and if it doesn't work out, there's nothing to regret. ”

"Alright then, I'll make an appointment. ”

"Good work!"

Looking at Zhang Meng's back, Qian Hong was thinking that he should cook something for the old lady to eat, he does know how to cook, but it is only limited to the general home-cooked food in the north, if you want to talk about Shanghai cuisine and local cuisine, then Qian Hong is too late to learn now.