was praised for his painting skills, not for portraits, and Lin Qingyan was even more depressed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIsn't her portrait good-looking?Lowered his head and took two mouthfuls of food, then raised his head, looked at Qi Ruochen and said sullenly: "Brother Zhao has been painting for so many years, of course his painting skills are good." ”

Brother Zhao, isn't it Qin Zijin? Qi Ruochen understood that the painting was not painted by Qin Zijin, and his mood improved, as for who Brother Zhao was, he was asking Qingyan later, so his tone was soft, and he said lightly: "The portrait is also very beautiful." ”

Finding that Ruochen's tone of voice was not as cold as before, and he also painted a beautiful portrait, painting her, praising the beauty of the portrait, and indirectly praising her beauty, Lin Qingyan was happy, swept away all the depression just now, and said with a smile: "Ruochen, here is the pastry I brought over." As he spoke, he picked up the paper bag in his hand and handed it to Qi Ruochen.

Qi Ruochen took it, looked at Lin Qingyan's smiling face, and said softly: "Thank you," put the paper bag, Qi Ruochen put the vegetables into her bowl for Lin Qingyan and said, "This is the dish you like to eat, eat more." ”

Lin Qingyan hummed happily.

Qi Ruochen smiled faintly, continued to eat, recalled, he went to the study and saw the portrait of Qingyan who was blocked by the door, the portrait was very beautiful, but his mood was not good, it could be seen that the person who painted, when painting the portrait of Qingyan, how serious he was, how expressive Qingyan's appearance was, how deep Qingyan was in the heart of the person who painted, he only felt irritable when he looked at the portrait at that time, now that he thinks about it, it is a little funny, it turns out that he was mistaken, and the person who painted the portrait is not Qin Zijin.

"Who is Brother Zhao that Qingyan is talking about. Qi Ruochen suddenly asked.

Lin Qingyan said lightly while eating: "Brother Zhao is Xiaoying's father, and Xiaoying is the little girl you bought flowers from her on the day of the last Morning Flower Festival." ”

Qi Ruochen ignored it and looked at Lin Qingyan incomprehensibly.

Lin Qingyan told Qi Ruochen about the general experience of knowing Xiaoying's family.

After listening to Lin Qingyan's words, Qi Ruochen smiled and said, "It seems that Qingyan is now very familiar with their family, so Zhao Xiucai will also paint for you." ”

Lin Qingyan smiled and said: "There is something you don't know, that is, this time to open a hot pot restaurant, I want to ask Brother Zhao's family for help, so that I can help their family a little, otherwise I can't make much money by letting Brother Zhao go out to help people write letters, Xiaoying is so small, it is hard to go out to make money." ”

Qi Ruochen nodded and said: "Qingyan, this is very good, but there is an easier way, if you want to help them, you can give them some silver taels, and their lives will be better." ”

"I've thought about this question too. Lin Qingyan put the dishes and chopsticks on the table and said slowly: "Although I give money, let them live a better life, but this is not a long-term solution, they have spent the money, they are not going out to make money, and this is how to give them money, they will not accept more, they are not the kind of people who climb the dragon and attach the phoenix, so I let them go to the store to help, I can not let them work as hard as before, they can also feel at ease, after all, it is their own money." ”

For Lin Qingyan to think of so much, respect the other party, and help the other party, Qi Ruochen's heart was warm.

After dinner, Lin Qingyan returned to his house and asked Lu Wan about the delivery of pastries in the house, and Lu Wan replied that it had been delivered.

Lin Qingyan put his mind at ease, talked to Lu Wan in the house for a while, and then asked her to go back to rest, read a book in the house for a while, and saw that it was already late, so he blew out the lamp and went to bed.

Early the next morning, with no trace, Lu Wan went to the door together, took a car with Ruochen to Liangfu, who had not yet been there, and came back in the evening and went to Qi Ruochen's house to have dinner together, and went back to the room to sleep.

In the next five days, Lin Qingyan has been coming over like this, the fifteen grain auxiliaries in Hengcheng, Qi Ruochen took them around, Ruochen mentioned the shopkeeper Zhang, she also saw it, he was an old man in his early sixties, medium stature, and kind appearance, Ruochen said, the account books of the fourteen grain auxiliaries were handed over to the Lin family by the shopkeeper Zhang and his family, and they were usually handed over to the Lin family at the beginning of the month.

For these, Lin Qingyan only had a general understanding, and Ruochen and her were very detailed. But she didn't want to take away Ruochen's management rights, she just wanted to help him share some food and auxiliary matters, so when Qi Ruochen handed over many important things to her, he found many excuses to push them away.

Qi Ruochen just thought that Lin Qingyan could learn to manage the affairs of the Lin family, and he didn't want her to be affected, so she deliberately shirked it, and he followed her.

Lin Qingyan and Qi Ruochen have been busy for the past few days, Qin Zijin has not been idle, Lin Qingyan comes back every night, and she can receive letters written by Qin Zijin to her, most of the letters are about the progress of the shop assistant, as well as the publicity of his ready-to-wear assistant, and a few sentences are complaining that Lin Qingyan did not reply to him, which made him sad or something. When Lin Qingyan read the letter, he was angry and funny.

Lin Qingyan already has a great understanding of the matter of food assistance, and she doesn't need to go out to check which store every day, Qi Ruochen let Lin Qingyan rest at home this morning, and he just went out.

At noon, just after lunch, I received a letter from Qin Zijin, the content of the letter is basically the same, that is, about the progress of the store, from today's letter, I learned that the pot and stove of the hot pot restaurant have been prepared, it seems that in a few days, you can open the store.

Lin Qingyan accepted the letter, looked at Lu Wan and asked, "Lu Wan, Zijin writes to me every day, and I don't reply, isn't it not good." ”

"Miss, Mr. Qin's letter is generally just the situation of the store. Let the young lady know the progress, these letters do not need to be replied to. "Green Wan Road.

Lin Qingyan thought for a while, and said softly: "It doesn't seem to be good," he said and handed the envelope to Lu Wan, and continued: "He also said that he wanted me to reply to the letter, but I haven't replied." ”

Listening to Miss's words, she really wanted to reply to the letter, Lu Wan was helpless, and followed her meaning and said, "Then Miss reply to the letter." ”

Lin Jingyan nodded, just said good, only to remember that she didn't dare to compliment her brush words, the last time she wrote on the red silk, she still wrote it on her back, and she didn't let Lu Wan see it, but she didn't expect that the quilt Zijin saw the words on the red silk in the end, and he laughed at it at that time.

She didn't want to let Zijin see it in the past when she was writing, but when she replied to the letter, she couldn't find Lu Wan to write it on her behalf, otherwise it would be embarrassing to let Lu Wan know that her handwriting was ugly, so she thought about how to reply to the letter.

Seeing that Lin Qingyan was thinking about something, Lu Wan thought that she was thinking about the content of the letter, and after a while, she whispered: "Miss, do you want the slave to prepare paper, ink and pen?"

Lin Qingyan came back to his senses when he was asked, and hurriedly said: "Don't use it for the time being, let me think about it first, I haven't thought about it yet, how do I reply to Zijin?"

Midori Wan answered, sat next to her, and did not speak.

(To be continued.) )