Xin Andong was dragged by Tong Zhenghao to Tong's house to play, he was busy knitting sweaters, where did he have time to accompany Tong Zhenghao to mess around, Tong Zhenghao forgot about other friends when he had Xin Andong, and he didn't care if Xin Andong could play with him, just holding his chin and watching Xin Andong knit sweaters was better than playing crazy with other friends outside.

"Dongzi, who knitted this sweater?" Tong Zhenghao asked suddenly.

Xin Andong replied, "My grandfather and my grandmother." ”

Tong Zhenghao showed a heartfelt look, and flattered Xin Andong's side, "Or, will you weave me pieces?"

"Huh. Xin Andong replied to him with two overlapping words.

Tong Zhenghao glared, "What do you mean by laughing, can you give a sentence accurately!"

"No, I can't. Xin Andong simply refused. Just kidding, grandma's two sweaters are already very tired after knitting, okay, he still has to knit for Tong Zhenghao?

"Why?" Tong Zhenghao has nothing bad about this person, but he is too spoiled by his family, and he has been a pampered young master since he was a child, as if he thought that everyone should agree to any of his requests, especially for Xin Andong, the only object he took the initiative to pay, "How good I am to you, I think about you for anything delicious and fun, what about you, be stingy, let you knit me a sweater and refuse to do it!"

He turned his back and sulked, the more he thought about it, the more he felt pitiful, Xin Andong was ruthless, and his brother had no sense of existence as if he was in a hurry.

"Okay, don't recite the mantra, I can't knit it for you, but I don't have a sweater, at most I can knit a scarf for you," Before Tong Zhenghao was dissatisfied, Xin Andong glanced at him and dropped a sentence, "Do you want love." ”

Xin Andong didn't agree to knit sweaters for him, Tong Zhenghao's parents were abroad, and the clothes they wore were all at the forefront of the trend, and there were dozens of pure cashmere sweaters, each piece of material was good and the style was good, Xin Andong was not in a hurry to be embarrassed.

The scarf is easy to weave, choose a pattern, keep moving your fingers, control the length Xin Andong can knit it with his eyes closed.

Tong Zhenghao, the wool that weaves a scarf, naturally won't let Xin Andong buy it for him, no one in his family can knit sweaters, and there is no half-circle of wool, but it doesn't matter, his dozens of high-end sweaters are in the county town, and you can use them by dismantling one casually.

Thinking like this, the loser Tong Zhenghao went online and was very happy to manually remove the sweater in his room.

Jiang Xuanzong knocked on the door and came in and saw a piece of wool, Tong Zhenghao sat cross-legged on the bed and kept pulling the wool outside with a white sweater that was still hanging on the tag, he wouldn't wrap the wool in a circle, so the bed and the ground were all scattered wool.

Putting away his shocked gaze, Jiang Xuanzong frowned, endured his anger and said, "What are you doing?" If you don't want to wear clothes, you can donate them, and if you're in a bad mood, you can't just pull wool, there are still many children of the same age in Qingshui County who can't even wear clothes, and you don't know how to be blessed in the midst of happiness, and you even spoil hundreds of yuan of clothes at will, it seems that your uncle and aunt spoil you too much, and they have made you lawless." ”

Tong Zhenghao, who opened the yarn and pulled the yarn, looked confused, he saw his cousin leaving with a cold face, and was afraid that he would go downstairs to complain to his grandfather, so he immediately dropped the half-torn sweater, jumped out of bed and grabbed his sleeve, "Cousin, listen to me, I'm not ruining my usefulness!"

"What's the use?" Jiang Xuanzong looked at him with a cold face and quietly looked at how he made it up.

Tong Zhenghao anxiously shook it out like pouring beans, "Dongzi, Dongzi can knit sweaters, and we don't have wool at home, so I want to pull this sweater that I don't wear and ask Dongzi to knit a scarf for me, although I don't wear a sweater, but the wool is still used, cousin, I really didn't waste it!" he looked at his cousin seriously and almost swore a curse.

"Really?" Jiang Xuanzong asked again.

"Really, really, you don't know how good Dongzi is, he can knit a long sweater with a wooden stick and poke it around, fast and beautiful, originally I asked him to knit a sweater for me, but he didn't want to, only willing to knit a scarf for me. Speaking of this, Tong Zhenghao pursed his lips angrily.

Jiang Xuanzong couldn't imagine that Xin Andong would knit sweaters as a young man, and since Tong Zhenghao didn't waste wool, he didn't bother anymore.

When Xin Andong came the next day, Tong Zhenghao patted his chest and told him that he was almost not sued by his cousin yesterday.

Such an expensive cashmere sweater was removed from the wool, and it was really rich and burned.

Originally, I took the wool Xin Andong today and was going home, who knew that Tong Zhenghao had no other skills, and his skills were first-class, so he was stunned to be soft and hard to weave a scarf at his house, the old man Tong happened to be at home, Xin Andong was also familiar, the old man was enthusiastic, and invited him to stay for dinner.

Mr. Tong and Tong Zhenghao took the initiative to take over the work of going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and Xin Andong took the high-grade wool thread that Tong Zhenghao pulled overnight to first wound the scattered wool into a ball, and then used the aluminum sweater needle prepared by Tong Zhenghao to sit in the small courtyard of Tong's house and knit a scarf for Tong Zhenghao.

The young man in the navy blue cotton jacket lowered his head and his fingers flexibly shuttled between the needle and thread, the warm sunlight shrouded his body, and the soft hair became golden, Jiang Xuanzong pushed open the door and saw such a scene, only to feel a slight tremor a little.

Without waiting for his detailed feelings, the young man had already raised his head when he heard the sound of the door opening, and when he saw that it was him, surprise flashed in the young man's eyes, and his good-looking eyebrows suddenly flew up, and he said in a crisp voice, "Brother Zong, are you back?"

The soft voice with excitement in the joy made Jiang Xuanzong's ears tingle when he heard it.

If it weren't for the boy in front of him, if it wasn't for his too young age, Jiang Xuanzong would probably not hesitate to mistake it for a little daughter-in-law he didn't know when to marry, and at this time, he was virtuous and well-behaved to welcome him home.

The strange thoughts of trance only formed and disappeared in an instant, Jiang Xuanzong shook his head with a smile and walked over, he looked slightly embarrassed under the clear eyes of the young man, walked to his side and paused, touched his soft hair, "You are welcome to come to the house as a guest." ”

After speaking, he passed by Xin Andong and walked into the living room, leaving Xin Andong with a smile on his face, and secretly curled the corners of his mouth.

At noon, Xin Andong showed his skills and made a table of dishes that the Tong family loved to eat, Tong Xiaoyu was not at home on a business trip, only Mr. Tong, Jiang Xuanzong, Tong Zhenghao and him, and the four of them ate a table of dishes cleanly. Every time the Tong family, who can only eat well in Xin Andong, drinks tea contentedly after lunch, Xin Andong continues the unfinished scarf under the urging of Tong Zhenghao.

There are many ways to weave scarves, Xin Andong chose the simplest one for Tong Zhenghao in order to be fast, the appearance of the finished product is the kind of loose and loose but very elastic look, this weaving method is simple and fast, Xin Andong plans to weave a little longer, his hand speed is super fast, he has already knitted most of the morning, Tong Zhenghao saw that the scarf was about to be completed, and he hurried to urge him.

Xin Andong didn't feel annoyed when he got used to it, but Jiang Xuanzong, who was drinking tea on the side, looked displeased, he felt that Xin Andong's willingness to knit a scarf for his cousin was already a piece of people's mind, and his cousin was a little too ignorant to urge others to rush to work, so he said coldly, "Tong Zhenghao, have you written the letter that your aunt asked to write this month?"

Tong Zhenghao's parents are abroad, so they naturally miss their youngest son, so they ask him to write a letter every month and send it over. Now that he was brought up by his cousin, Tong Zhenghao was suddenly shocked, he hadn't written his letter this month yet!

After leaving the disgusting cousin, Old Man Tong went back to the room, and only Xin Andong and Jiang Xuanzong were left in the living room. Originally, one knitted a scarf and the other drank tea, but where Jiang Xuanzong was there, how could Xin Andong settle down and weave a scarf, the whole body and mind were not on the wool, and his needle had not moved for a long time.

Xin Andong wanted to have nothing to say, Jiang Xuanzong spoke first and asked him, "Is the bag of beef and mutton given a few days ago enough?"

The business of the Xinjia Lobster Restaurant during the Chinese New Year was much better than usual, and even the more expensive beef and mutton skewers were selling well.

Xin Andong remembered that Uncle Zhao confiscated the money when he wanted to give it that day, and now that Brother Zong was by his side, Xin Andong decided to tell Brother Zong about it, "The beef and mutton are enough, but Brother Zong, I haven't given you the money yet, you see?"

Jiang Xuanzong didn't like the young man to talk about money with him so much, he looked at him calmly, and only said, "I also ask you to help make another ten catties of beef jerky, and the rest of the meat will be used as manual fees." ”

"The materials of the beef jerky are provided by you, and the seasonings are not worth a few dollars, and there are dozens of catties of beef and mutton left as manual fees, Brother Zong, don't make fun of me, you give it for free every time, I'm really sorry to ask you for help in the future." Xin Andong smiled bitterly and said.

Jiang Xuanzong also knew that he was right to do this, those beef and mutton were not a small amount, he naturally didn't care about the money, but the Xin family wouldn't think so, he didn't want money but made them uneasy, but Jiang Xuanzong, as a public official, had money dealings with people, although the money was clean, but in the end, if he didn't notice it, he would leave a handle.

Touching the white and clean half-finished scarf on the young man's knees, Jiang Xuanzong showed a smile and said in Xin Andong's stunned gaze, "I won't take your money, if you can, you can also weave a scarf for me." ”

Two rolls of wool used in a scarf are enough, and the price is not too expensive, and Jiang Xuanzong is too much of a loss for the price of beef and mutton, but Xin Andong knows that people like him don't like others to refute the most, and people also make it clear that they don't want to accept money, so he had to say, "Okay, what color scarf does Brother Zong want?"

"You look at it. Jiang Xuanzong didn't study these things, so he said casually.

He is tall and handsome, in fact, he looks good in any color scarf, Xin Andong had a plan in his heart, but he didn't say it, he was going to surprise Brother Zong after knitting, and he felt that it was too cold to knit only one scarf, and he was going to knit another sweater for Brother Zong, but his size Xin Andong was not clear.

Xin Andong nodded and said, "I thought of a few colors, but the scarf has to be put together with the clothes to see if it fits, can I take a look at the clothes that Brother Zong usually wears, I want to find a more versatile color from them." ”

There is no logical problem with his statement, although Jiang Xuanzong feels that it is a little strange to open his wardrobe to juniors, but Xin Andong is right, he has only worn a black scarf before, and this time the young man may want to change his color.

He thought about it for a while and agreed, and personally took Xin Andong to his room to open the wardrobe, "These are the clothes I often wear in winter." ”