Mei Qingqian immediately told him about what he wanted to find Uncle Zhang to make a delicate wooden box.

Her amount of things is not large, she only asks for meticulousness, and she will not make Uncle Zhang too tired.

And the small box doesn't have to carry wood, which is much better than Uncle Zhang going outside to make furniture for others.

Uncle Zhang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked, "Is there a look?" I'll see if I can do it. ”

It's just not done, where is the model?

Mei Qingqian thought for a while and said: "Don't worry, you recuperate first, I'll draw a picture for you in two days, you make a picture according to the picture first, let's discuss whether to improve it." ”

She knows Uncle Zhang's temperament, if she gives him the picture now, he is afraid that he will start making it tomorrow, which is not good for recuperation.

Therefore, she should send the drawings to Uncle Zhang in a few days.

"Okay, then I'll wait for your picture." Uncle Zhang nodded in response.

"Then let's talk about it first, if this thing is done, you will have to make a wooden box for me, and you can't go outside to take carpentry work anymore." Mei Qingqian took out the posture of a businessman and said seriously with a straight face.

Uncle Zhang didn't know that she was afraid that he would be tired of going out to work, so he immediately responded with a smile.

After they finished talking here, the little stool pulled Mei Qingqian to accompany him to the yard to kick the shuttlecock, Mei Qingqian liked the little stool a lot, and had a lot of fun playing with him.

Aunt Zhang couldn't close her mouth when she looked at Uncle Zhang in the house.

"You used to say that our little stool is close to Qingqian, and she is kind-hearted, and she wants her to fill the house for our son, just because she is afraid that she will be wronged." Uncle Zhang said with some emotion.

In ancient times, the original husband and wife were the best, and filling the house was the continuation of the string, and the tablet was under the original match in the future, so many families were reluctant to let their daughters fill the house for others, and they also had to be the stepmother for their children, and the stepmother was not good.

Aunt Zhang lowered her voice and said, "I'm not afraid of the Mei family's trouble, so I think it's good to be shallow, but it's a pity that there is no fate." ”

Uncle Zhang also felt a little regretful, and was just about to continue talking, when there was a knock on the door, it was Li Xun who came.

Uncle Zhang glanced at Aunt Zhang, and the two quickly shut up.

Mei Qingqian went to open the door for him, and said with a smile: "Is this rabbit tender?" ”

"It's what you like." Li Xun's voice didn't fluctuate, but there was a smile in his eyes.

Aunt Zhang glanced at Uncle Zhang, realizing that Xiao Li was very good to Qingqian, but in fact, this is better.

Uncle Zhang nodded, "You go cook, take out my wine, I want to have two drinks with Xiao Li." ”

Mei Qingqian shouted in the courtyard: "Uncle Zhang, don't drink today, you take care of your injuries, and Li Xun won't drink either." ”

"Okay, if you don't agree, you won't drink." Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

Mei Qingqian went to cook with Aunt Zhang, and the small stool pestered Li Xun to play together, he was tiger-headed and not afraid of people, and most of the other children were afraid of Li Xun.

Uncle Zhang leaned over and whispered, "The little stool is cute, isn't it?" ”

"It's okay, it's just a bit of a fuss." Li Xun replied coldly, and even there was some unhappiness in his tone.

Uncle Zhang was a little embarrassed, and said with a dry smile: "No matter how noisy your child is, it's good to look at it, I see that you must also like children, so let's have one with Qingqian as soon as possible." ”

Li Xun was stunned, and finally showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, nodded for a while, and sighed, which was considered to be the answer.

The two are fake couples, and they don't worship the church, how can they give birth to dolls?

Uncle Zhang thought he was shy and couldn't help laughing, but his waist hurt again when he laughed, so he had to go back to the house and lie down.

Li Xun looked at the small stool kicking the shuttlecock next to him, and thought with some disgust: How can his doll be so ugly? It has to be good-looking.