Wang Dachuan always felt that Chu Hao's words were strange, and he couldn't explain it, so he had no choice but to nod and agree.

After locking the yard, Chu Hao returned to Shen Aoxue.

After Old Man Zhu left, the old lady returned to the backyard to take care of the flowers and plants.

Recalling that she and Old Man Zhu had come up with many new tricks in this quadrangle, so naturally they were not surprised.

Chu Hao looked at Shen Aoxue, who was wearing a light pink tight-fitting slit cheongsam, frowned slightly, twisted a corner of the tight silk material, shook his head and said:

"Where did you buy this cheongsam? Didn't it say it was made of Jiangnan silk? Why can't I hold your bag in my pocket? It's shoddily made. Look at how flexible the silk is. It's costing you a lot of money. Well, it’s better to return it as soon as possible..."

Shen Aoxue gave Chu Hao a wink and continued with a smile:

"I think it's quite beautiful. Don't you have good eyesight? It's windy outside. Maybe the sand has confused your eyes. How about we go to the back room and turn on the light and take a look?"

Chu Hao nodded seriously, rubbed his eyes and said:

"What you said, Feng Da was confused just now. Come on, let's go to the back room and have a look again. Maybe I didn't see it clearly. If you really come across the shoddy work of Zai foreign friends, don't worry, I'll take this tone I helped you out..."

"Hey, how can you be so embarrassed? I have already troubled you enough these days. In the words of your country, courtesy is less important than affection. I am already very satisfied..."

"Hey, this is the same size. Come on, come closer. I'll take a closer look to see if the material is really that bad. I'll give it a try, Silla... Good guy, the quality is really bad. , I’ve seen bad ones, I’ve never seen such bad ones, you bend over and it breaks, it’s no good, you have to return it...”

"Hmm...the quality is indeed quite poor, oh...I thought the Jiangnan silk cheongsam wouldn't be deceptive. When I first bought it, my aunt also said that the material was comfortable to the touch and breathable. Suitable for the recent climate, huh..."

"Hey, you are a layman. To tell you the truth, who among all the young and old men in Yanjing doesn't know that you foreigners are stupid and have a lot of money and are the easiest to get ripped off. You must have been deceived by unscrupulous traders. Look, in just a short while, where have you been..."

In a certain back room, fortunately, Chu Hao had a strong talent for languages. Finally, after being taught by Shen Aoxue over and over again, he mastered the essence of this grammar...

After finishing the work, Chu Hao leaned on the bed happily and looked at the antique furnishings in the room for a while.

This room is where Shen Aoxue lives. Old man Zhu and his wife have restored the furnishings and arrangements that have been there for decades.

The bed is made of golden nanmu, the dressing table is made of fine mahogany, and there are some ancient paintings of fish, birds, bamboo and plum blossoms suitable for a woman's boudoir hung on the wall. A pillar of half-burned sandalwood exudes a scent of fragrance in the small copper stove. A light, soothing fragrance.

Chu Hao couldn't help but sigh, Old Man Zhu and his family would enjoy it.

No matter how high-end and luxurious the decorations in later generations are, compared with this style that has been soaked in traditional cultural aesthetics for thousands of years, it is not even the slightest bit worse.

No wonder Old Man Zhu is so persistent in restoring the original layout of the house. Most of the furniture here was made by Chu Hao. Living there, one feels free and at ease, far away from the worldly world and not envious of mandarin ducks or immortals.

He touched his pocket and found that there was no cigarette in it, so he had to give up and smoke a cigarette afterwards, feeling happy as a god.

Shen Aoxue nestled in Chu Hao's arms, looking at the cheongsam and rousi fragments all over the floor, she couldn't help but give him an angry look:

"I have one thing to say, I really like this cheongsam, you have to give me another one, and can you stop doing this in the future? What's wrong with this? Siwa, you can do whatever you want. I have a lot of this, but not the others. There are not many clothes that I like in Yanjing, but if this continues, I will have no clothes..."

Chu Hao patted his butt and stood up. While putting on his clothes, he said with a smile:

"Chengchengcheng, let me take you out to buy clothes now. You can buy as many clothes as you want, so much that you can't fit it in your wardrobe, so you won't complain in the future..."

"Okay, it's rare that you are willing to go shopping with me. I thought men in this country didn't know how to be romantic at all!"

"Hey, you are wrong. Since ancient times, in addition to people who work hard, there are also people who work hard. As for people who know how to please women and play romance, there are also many people. Have you heard of it? Chen Shimei? Although this guy is a bad person, his sweet words can make several women want to live and die for her. If placed in the Western world, I guess he would be the perfect man in your eyes who speaks well and is funny... ..”

But Shen Aoxue shook her head, glanced at Chu Hao with a pair of charming eyes, and said in a tired voice:

"Then you're wrong. In Western society, when we judge whether a man is really attractive, we don't look at sweet words, but the real person. Our aesthetics are very mature, and we don't just look at the face and figure. I think only boys in Los Angeles would like embroidered pillows like Chen Shimei's..."

Good guy, Chu Hao was actually flirted with by Shen Aoxue. This scholar treated him with admiration. Shen Aoxue's Yanjing dialect became more and more authentic. Sometimes Chu Hao had to think about it before he could appreciate it. come out.
Chapter completed!