Zhang Wuwei was not polite, and patted the briefcase in his hand: "Thank you, I'll drink white water." I've got a few drawings to show you, can I tell them at the dinner table?"

Another sentence illustrates one thing, and it is also anti-customer-oriented, and grasps the initiative.

Zhao Baoxuan gave up her careful thinking about going out, anyway, there is no battle of wits and courage at home, she is always the one who automatically admits defeat.

She went back to her room and fetched a bottle of mineral water, and sat down at the table.

Wang Cuiyu glared: "How can there be Evian in your room?"

"I put it in my backpack and forgot to take it out. "Things at home are positioned, eating in the room is absolutely not allowed, Zhao Baoxuan certainly will not die against the wind at this time: "This is the company, I originally took it to the construction site." ”

Zhang Wuwei took out the drawings, picked up each one first, or put it down after a glance, or turned around and put it down, like a puzzle, put one here and one there, as if he hadn't studied these drawings.

Wang Cuiyu recognized her daughter's handwriting, first looked at it calmly, and when she saw the words marked on the paper clearly, her face suddenly changed, she pursed her lips tightly, and tried her best to restrain her emotions.

Just when Wang Cuiyu was about to turn his face, Zhao Qingshan opened the door and came in, pretending not to know anything: "Huh?

Zhao Baoxuan hurriedly stood up: "Dad, we are all waiting for you." ”

Zhao Qingshan was so helpless, he hid outside for a long time, thinking that his wife would be able to send the guests away soon, but he waited for the door on the left and didn't ring on the right, and he suspected that the guests were going to stay overnight.

"Wait for me, just tell your mom something. "He's just a cook, and he only has a say in his cooking.

Zhang Wuwei glanced at Wang Cuiyu without a trace by standing up, looked at Zhao Qingshan and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, excuse me, I have a 100,000 urgent matter and I have to ask you for help." ”

"You sit, you're welcome, what can I do to help? All my work is arranged by the boss's wife, whether I can help or not, then the boss's lady has to make a decision!" Zhao Qingshan noticed that his wife's face was wrong when he entered the house: "I'll wash my hands and come over." Xiaocui, I bought your medicine back, will I put a compress on you first?"

He wanted to call his wife into the house and ask what was going on.

Who knew that the usually low-key daughter was particularly active today: "Dad, I'll help my mother apply plasters." ”

Wang Cuiyu uncharacteristically raised her hand to stop it, and her voice trembled a little: "Qingshan, come here, they drew a picture of Jincun and want to ask you." ”

Zhao Baoxuan was really surprised: "Mom, do you know that this is the Jincun of painting?"

Wang Cuiyu had a cold face: "Hmm." ”

The labyrinth-like alleys painted on the drawings, as well as the stick figures of the statue of Meng Po and the Jincun-style roof, these highly recognizable buildings often appear in her dreams.

Zhao Qingshan looked at his wife's pale and blue face worriedly, and asked again: "Xiaocui?"

Wang Cuiyu pointed to his feet: "You move a stool to sit on." ”

Zhao Qingshan immediately complied.

Zhang Wuwei said: "Mr. Zhao ......"

Zhao Qingshan smiled: "Call me Lao Zhao!"

Foreign friends can call him Mr., but their own people are still called Lao Zhao or Master Zhao, so it is not awkward to listen.

Zhang Wuwei coughed lightly, deliberately ignored the salutation, and went straight to the topic: "Look, these pictures are put together like this, are they all in the right position? Bao Xuan and I came and went in a hurry this time, drawing these pictures from memory. ”