"Then sign it here." Zhao Qinghan pointed to the blank space under the clause, where Zhao Qinghan's name had been signed, and the handwriting was fresh and elegant, and he was free and easy. Zhao Baiyun took the comparison, and also signed his name next to Zhao Qinghan's name, the handwriting was vigorous and powerful, the edge of the hidden edge was slightly exposed, and the edge of the front was also subtle, and the pen was abruptly stopped. Good words, Zhao Qinghan sighed in his heart. It can be seen from this word that Zhao Baiyun is a person with an introverted and calm personality, if he doesn't touch his bottom line, he is a good gentleman who is easy to talk, if he touches the bottom line, Zhao Qinghan will not want to know.

So after Zhao Qinghan and Zhao Baiyun's cohabitation life was signed in the three chapters of the covenant, it was decided so happily.

"So... Welcome, my first and only tenant sirs. Zhao Qinghan stood up and stretched out his hand. Seeing this, Zhao Baiyun also got up, and then his powerful big hand held the pair of delicate, white and soft soft pancreas. The soft touch in his hand made Zhao Baiyun a little shaken, but after a while, he recovered, and said, "I eat breakfast and dinner at home, as for the money, can I give it to you in a few days?" Because the luggage hasn't arrived yet. Wait for the new landlord to nod and ask, "So what is my room?" ”

"Here," Zhao Qinghan took Zhao Baiyun to the guest room, this room was decorated by me according to my preferences, and I never thought that someone would come to live there. If you have any other requirements or are not satisfied, reasonable I can accept, unreasonable direct pass. Seeing that Zhao Baiyun did not refute, "The bed, pillows and quilts are all new, you can use them with confidence, although it is the second bedroom, but there is also a bathroom, there are no unsealed toiletries in it, you can use it with confidence." Then you can rest first, and I will call you for dinner. Zhao Baiyun nodded, and only after seeing Zhao Qinghan leave did he pack up his poor luggage. A few changes of everyday clothes, and some company information. Once you've cleaned up, go to the bathroom to take a shower and sleep in a soft bed. Zhao Baiyun had an instinctive vigilance against the unfamiliar environment, and thought that he would lose sleep and couldn't sleep, but he didn't expect to close his eyes, smell the faint incense, and fall asleep after a while.

It was already very late when he woke up again, the room was pitch black, and the brain that had just woken up from a deep sleep had not yet been activated, and Zhao Baiyun's whole person was in a state of confusion. It wasn't until there was a knock on the door outside that Zhao Baiyun's consciousness of running into outer space for a walk finally came back. After getting up, getting dressed, and making sure that there was nothing wrong with him, he opened the door, looked at Zhao Qinghan, who was wearing a home clothes, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Eat, if you're still sleepy, eat dinner and go to sleep." With that, he turned and walked towards the dining room.

"You did it?" Zhao Baiyun raised his eyebrows, a little unbelieving that the eldest lady who had always been taken care of could cook.

"Of course." This is Zhao Qinghan serving rice in the kitchen.

Zhao Baiyun looked at the time, it was indeed late at nine o'clock. Don't say it, I don't think it, as soon as I say it, Zhao Baiyun is hungry, especially the smell of food in his nose, and the people who smell it are hungry and can't eat three bowls of rice. After returning to the room to wash, he sat at the dining table, the traditional Eight Immortals table, Zhao Baiyun was a little unaccustomed to sitting. After all, he has been exposed to Western long tables since he was a child, and his dinner is mostly Western steak. But I have to say that as a Chinese, I have an obsession with Chinese food in my bones, and I always feel that Chinese food is better than Western food, and Zhao Baiyun is like this.

Looking at Zhao Qinghan, who had already started eating, Zhao Baiyun was not hypocritical, picked up the dishes and chopsticks and prepared to eat. But he was cut off halfway by Zhao Qinghan, who had been prepared for a long time, Zhao Baiyun frowned and looked at Zhao Qinghan, what do you mean? Don't let you eat? "Drink a bowl of soup first, you haven't eaten for a long time, drink a bowl of soup to warm your stomach, otherwise it's not good for your stomach to eat it directly." After Zhao Qinghan finished speaking, he pushed the warm soup that had been dried long ago in front of Zhao Baiyun, Nunu mouthed, and signaled to drink quickly, and he could only eat after drinking.

Zhao Baiyun silently picked up the bowl, drank the soup with the right temperature and delicious taste, and felt that his chest was swollen, and he only felt that the bowl of soup in his hand was the best soup he had ever drunk, and it had the taste of home. Silently drank it, silently picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and ate silently. I have a different view of Zhao Qinghan in my heart, there is no arrogance, my personality is calm, and I also cook good dishes, it seems that I have grown up. Zhao Baiyun sighed silently, but he didn't know that the owner of the body had already changed his core.

"By the way, I'd like to get a bookshelf and a desk in the house. What good do you have? After the meal, Zhao Baiyun sat on the sofa, drank tea and asked Zhao Qinghan, who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

"I don't have any ideas, and if I do, I just want you not to bring that kind of modern or very Western-style furniture into your home, because it doesn't match the style of your home, and it will be very messy. As for the bookshelf desk, if you believe me, I'll help you prepare it, and if you start tomorrow morning, you can get it ready in the evening. Zhao Qinghan put the washed dishes and chopsticks into the sterilized cupboard, then took out the watermelon and prepared the fruit after the meal.

Zhao Baiyun looked around the room and heard that Zhao Qinghan personally designed the decoration. Presumably, there shouldn't be too much of a mistake in his room, so he nodded without concern, but he thought that someone who was washing in the kitchen couldn't see it, so he said helplessly, "Yes." ”

"Do you have any special requests? Sue me together, so that you don't get the results when you are not satisfied. Zhao Qinghan took the cut watermelon and put it on the low table in the living room, signaling Zhao Baiyun to take care of himself.

"There are no other requirements, it's just that the bookshelf should not only put books, but also put texts, you need to pay attention here, there is nothing else."

"Okay, I got it." Zhao Qinghan put down the small fork in his hand, got up and said to Zhao Baiyun: "I still have some homework to do, you can do it yourself." "Get up and walk towards the bedroom.

Is he abandoned? Zhao Baiyun raised his eyebrows, looked at the closed master bedroom door, and shook his head funny. "Bell-" The phone rang, and Zhao Baiyun got up to pick up the phone. After hearing Uncle Zhang's voice from the other side, he somehow breathed a sigh of relief, "What's wrong with Uncle Zhang?" "Big young master? What about Miss? Uncle Zhang asked routinely.

"Oh, Zhao Qinghan went back to the room to do his homework, what's the matter, Uncle Zhang?" Zhao Baiyun gets straight to the point.

"That's right, the set of blue and white porcelain porcelain that Miss asked me to take to kill the virus this afternoon is a bit problematic, so I want to ask what Miss means?"

"What's wrong?"

"That's right, when I was about to take blue and white porcelain for disinfection, Xiao Zhou accidentally saw it and suspected that these blue and white porcelain were cultural relics. That's what the kid's house is doing with these things, and I know it with some eyesight. So I followed his meaning to find an expert to identify it, and it was determined that it was fired in the official kiln during the heyday of blue and white porcelain. How valuable is such a complete set of artifacts? And the main thing is to be able to use it. So I want to ask the young lady how to deal with it? ”

"Oh? Really? "Wouldn't that girl hug yesterday be....? Don't look like she knows? Don't....?

"What's wrong?" Zhao Qinghan's voice came from his ears, clean and clear as a yellow warbler out of the valley.

"Listen to it for yourself." Zhao Baiyun handed the microphone to Zhao Qinghan, and he stood next to him to say that he wanted to listen, and he had no intention of leaving.

Zhao Qinghan ignored it and said to the phone: "Hey, what's wrong with Uncle Zhang?" So Uncle Zhang repeated again, during which he received a response from Zhao Qinghan, "Oh, that's it, well, I know," and so on.

"What does Mademoiselle want to do with those things?"

"So....can those bowl exhibitions still work?"

Zhao Baiyun raised his eyebrows, he didn't know why Zhao Qinghan asked this, and it wasn't until Zhao Qinghan's next sentence came that Zhao Baiyun was shocked.

"Can it be used? If you can use it, disinfect it and send it to me. Does anyone else know about this? ”

"Nope."

"It's good if you don't have it. In this way, Uncle Zhang, don't make a noise to the outside world, if someone asks about it, they will say that it is a high imitation. I still have some things to send back after they are disinfected, and I'm still waiting to use them. How to use it? Of course, it's for dinner? Otherwise, what else can you do? What if you can't use that? ”

Uncle Zhang wiped the sweat from his head, "Miss, that's a cultural relic, not an ordinary job." What if it's stolen or broken? I think it's in the old house, the old house is safe. ”

Zhao Qinghan frowned, as if she was a little unwilling, for her, cultural relics are also bowls, since they are bowls, they are used for eating and drinking tea, and now they can't get it back if they are sent back, they are really a little stuffy. However, she had no way to persuade Uncle Zhang to let go, so she had to give up regretfully. "Okay, Uncle Zhang, let's put that thing in the Zhao family's old house, it's really not safe for me here."

After talking about the matter, he asked routinely, did you eat, did you sleep well, did you need anything, when will you go back to the old house, etc., etc., Zhao Qinghan answered seriously, until Uncle Zhang hung up the phone satisfied. Zhao Qinghan put down the microphone, looked at Zhao Baiyun who was standing next to him, and raised his eyebrows to indicate what was the matter? Zhao Baiyun shrugged his shoulders and said that he was fine. Zhao Qinghan turned around and walked towards the bedroom, she still has a lot of homework to finish, the professor left less homework this week, but the knowledge of her freshman and sophomore years is self-study after all, and some places are not connected to the doubt, it is certain, Zhao Qinghan is trying to integrate the knowledge. If you are lazy now, it will be more difficult to learn in the future, and if you can't keep up with the professor's progress, it will be a shame.

Zhao Baiyun looked at someone with a casual face, and silently thought in his heart, whether Zhao Qinghan really didn't care about the set of porcelain or pretended not to care. After all, what is the value of the porcelain fired in the official kiln of Jingdezhen during the Yongle period, he thinks that Zhao Qinghan, as a student majoring in archaeology, cannot not know. But from Zhao Qinghan's appearance, it seems that she really doesn't care at all, Zhao Baiyun is very sure that she didn't see a little greed and vanity in Zhao Qinghan's eyes, but saw that Zhao Qinghan was very resentful of not being able to use that set of Yuan Qinghua for food. It seems that in Zhao Qinghan's eyes, the value of that set of bowls is only whether they can be used for eating, not how much they can be worth.

Anyway, did Zhao Qinghan successfully attract someone's attention, or did Zhao Qinghan not know it. If she knew that the horror would cry out for injustice, that set of blue and white flowers was a good match for her family's style, so she spent a few hundred yuan to buy it back for dinner, and who knew that it would be identified as a cultural relic. Cultural relics are cultural relics, but she bought them for hundreds of dollars, and you sent them back to me after you identified them, and I still count on using them for food. As the so-called "meat buns beat dogs, there is no return", Zhao Qinghan can be regarded as having learned it.