Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Trial of Women
Zhao Baoxuan was a little confused, she didn't know why the boss called it a day so quickly, but she still asked very cooperatively: "Uncle Wei, what time will you come over tomorrow morning, what breakfast do you want to eat?"
Zhang Wuwei smiled: "Don't bother, I have ingredients at home, I will go to the gate of the community at six o'clock, do I need to report the house number when I enter the garage?"
Zhao Baoxuan looked at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock, and after removing the time on the road, minus the time for bathing and eating, and subtracting the time for analyzing the drawings, the boss couldn't sleep for two hours!
She was a little worried, and it was not good to discuss these things with the boss in front of her parents: "Uncle Wei, I'll send you down to take the car." ”
Zhang Wuwei chuckled: "No need, I know this way very well." ”
What he meant was that he was going to the office when he got downstairs, not going home.
Zhao Baoxuan understood, so she didn't insist, sent Zhang Wuwei to the door to say goodbye, and wanted to slip to her room after closing the door.
How could Wang Cuiyu let it go, and snorted: "Come here, I have something to ask you." ”
The court is all up!
Zhao Baoxuan took a deep breath and told herself in her heart that if she said it according to the words taught by the boss, she would definitely not quarrel and be scolded.
"What are you doing there?" Wang Cuiyu was simply angry: "You should be the wind in your ears when I say it, right?" I said that you can't go to Jincun again unless I die!"
Zhao Baoxuan silently said in her heart that I am here to ask for help, and then said: "Mom, I have to do this thing, but I haven't thought of any good way to complete this matter, can you give me better advice?"
Wang Cuiyu was stunned: "Huh?"
The girl doesn't answer the phone according to the rhythm, doesn't shake her face and sulk according to the routine, what kind of trouble is this?
Zhao Qingshan jumped out at the right time to expose: "Wife, Bao Xuan and Xiao Zhang are discussing outside the door to deal with me and you." ”
Zhao Baoxuan's eyes widened: "I didn't! I just wanted to ask you about Jincun, ask you for help, how to deal with it?"
Whose father is so persuasive to make peace, is it simply hatred!
Wang Cuiyu chose to believe her husband: "Baoxuan, did Xiao Zhang say that he wanted to take you to Jincun, or did you want to go to Jincun and then pull Xiao Zhang to cover for you?"
Zhao Baoxuan silently read that I was here to ask for support, and then said: "Mom, the reason why we want to go to Jincun is because the foremen and workers on the construction site are all from Jincun. ”
Wang Cuiyu stared at her daughter for a long time before she said: "Since it is a lost craft, it does not meet the requirements of the times." Even if their skills are not lost, it is still their rice bowl, and the apprentices of the church starve to death of the master, even if you ask them, they will not tell you, your father goes out to help cook, and he will not tell others some tricks. ”
Zhao Qingshan immediately echoed: "Yes, yes, what materials do I use, cut or slice? Fry or steam first? On the surface, it seems simple and easy to learn, but in fact, the points are in my heart, every time they send a few young men to give me a hand, but I don't go, those young men can't stand me, what's the difference? Isn't it that the number in my heart can be made through my hands!"