Chapter 1172 - I Really Have No Talent for Painting

After completing the formalities, Xue Miaomiao officially became the new shopkeeper of Pinmingju, and the first thing she did was to go to Yan Dangjia and ask him to introduce a reliable person to help with the decoration.

The teahouse has three floors, and the private room upstairs is quite elegant, but Xue Miaomiao still feels not very satisfied, the doors, windows and ventilation need to be re-done, otherwise, there will be more guests in the future, and it is easy to smell of hot pot, which is not fun.

She still pays attention to the sense of experience.

Every guest who comes to eat here, Xue Miaomiao hopes that they can enjoy the feeling of being at home.

And she also plans to leave a few private rooms on the third floor for private use, only for her friends and important guests, and will not be open to outsiders on weekdays.

Of course, the hall also had to be rebuilt, and with the current layout, there were not many tables to be placed at all, and she planned to dismantle the place where the tea and tea sets were placed, leaving only a third of the counter.

Of course, there is also a table for placing hot pots that also needs to be customized, and she doesn't want to expose it in advance, so this time she plans to order it directly from Nanyang County, double tables, four-person tables and six-person tables, and the upstairs are all ten-person tables.

Thinking about it this way, this project is quite huge, and after Xue Miaomiao finished making the schedule, he felt a headache.

"Need help?"

Xue Linyu hadn't seen Xue Miaomiao go out for two days, and when he saw Xue Miaomiao go into the study again, he couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Father is here."

Hearing Xue Linyu's voice, Xue Miaomiao raised her head and looked at him, chuckled, pointed to the things on the table, and said: "I have written down all the things that need to be renovated and booked, now I just need to go to the contact person to hurry up and get it, the only thing I am worried about now is probably whether I can have time in such a short time." โ€

After all, if this is a birthday gift, of course, it makes sense to give it on the birthday day, and if it is a day earlier or later, it will lose that meaning.

"Ahem, as long as you have the money, there's nothing you can't do." Wonderful Pen Court

Picking up Xue Miaomiao's ghost drawing talisman, Xue Linyu had two heads, and he didn't know that Xue Miaomiao's handwriting was very beautiful, why did she not think of painting?

Except for the irregular circle with a big hole in the middle, which he could barely tell was a tabletop, he really couldn't read anything else.

Not only can he not understand it, but it is estimated that the contemporary painting saint also can't understand Xue Miaomiao's masterpiece.

"If it's that simple, then I'm sure I'll be fine."

Xue Miaomiao heard Xue Lin say this, nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and chuckled.

"Of course, but ......"

Nodding, Xue Linyu thought about it, then raised his hand and pointed to the drawings on the table, and said, "I'm afraid you have to redraw these drawings, otherwise, the person in charge of helping you decorate may ...... I won't understand! โ€

Xue Miaomiao: o(โ•ฏโ–กโ•ฐ)o

So, her father is telling her that she really doesn't have any talent for painting?

Thinking like this, Xue Miaomiao couldn't help but look down at the drawings in her hand, and suddenly her head was full of black lines, she had to admit that her father was right, these drawings were not only incomprehensible to those who decorated them, but even she ...... Well, it's almost incomprehensible.

"You tell me what you want to draw, and I'll help you draw the drawings."

Seeing Xue Miaomiao's embarrassment, Xue Linyu chuckled, took out a clean piece of paper from the side, and proposed.

Sighing in frustration, Xue Miao said weakly: "Then there is Father Lao." โ€