Freddie Pavitt glanced at Zhao Chuanxin with a guilty look.

This kid, Benjamin Goldberg, would not be so disgusted on a normal day.

But running to the manor at night, especially now that Zhao Chuanxin is at home, isn't this causing trouble for himself?

It would be terrible if Zhao Chuanxin knew about the rumors circulating in the town.

Fearing nothing, Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Who is Benjamin? If you are a guest, it is just a matter of asking him to come over to eat together and add a pair of chopsticks. The main thing for us outsiders is hospitality."

Freddy Pavitt said quickly: "Sir, this Benjamin is a kid who is a little weird and has some brain problems. He is friends with Marcus Nkrumah, and he has caused trouble to our manor a lot. I will take it right away."

He drove away..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand carelessly: "Is that a naughty kid? There's no point in driving the naughty kid away. You call him here and I'll educate him."

Although Freddy Pavitt was annoyed by Benjamin Goldberg for ruining the reputation of the manor, but... his expression changed: "Sir, Benjamin is still a child!"

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "No, Freddy, you used to be a smart person, and you don't drink now, so why are you talking drunkenly? How can I beat him to death and maim him? Stop talking nonsense and call Benjamin.

I have something to say to him."

Li Shutong finally found a chance to interrupt and advised: "Don't worry, Mr. Pavitt, he is very good with children."

Who doesn’t know that Zhao Chuanxin likes children?

A naughty kid looks like a naughty kid to others, but to him, he can become a big deal.

This has been practiced and is obvious to all.

Freddy Pavitt knew that he had misunderstood, so he twitched the corners of his mouth and walked out quickly.

The meal has been served here.

Zhao Chuanxin told the maid: "Add another pair of tableware."

The maid was very discerning. When she saw the table full of chopsticks, she asked: "Sir, do you want chopsticks or a knife and fork?"

"Chopsticks!"

Seeing that no one was using their chopsticks, Zhao Chuanxin said: "What are you doing standing around? Europe and the United States all share meals. You can eat your own food. Just use your chopsticks."

Li Shutong: "..."

He knows some Western food etiquette, and now he pays attention to this when learning English.

So I picked up the spoon and drank the soup in small sips.

But he saw Zhao Chuanxin pick up the soup plate, drink it all in one gulp, and smash it in his mouth: "Europeans and Americans are so petty, they drink soup from a plate."

Li Shutong: "..."

On the contrary, Mahina, the Kanaka people don't care about these table manners, and imitate Zhao Chuanxin to carry the plate and drink.

Miao Cuihua said: "British housekeepers even have to conduct meals like religious rituals, which is too cumbersome."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Tomorrow you go to the kitchen Zhang Luo to teach them how to cook, so they can eat fresh Western food. The food is too rough, and they will have to eat our food in the future."

While talking, Freddie Pavitt brought Benjamin Goldberg.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at the naughty kid.

This kid is very thin, almost skin and bones.

She is quite fair and has brown hair, but she looks a little distracted.

This naughty kid's physique is a little worse than the sturdy snotty kid from Lugang Town. Where can he go?

Zhao Chuanxin waved to him: "Come here."

The moment Benjamin Goldberg saw Zhao Chuanxin, the image of a giant spirit god who was decisive in killing and no one dared to provoke in the void appeared in his mind.

He is arrogant and unruly.

He suddenly trembled and said dryly: "Sir, I..."

Strangely enough, he is not afraid of meeting other people.

Only when I met Zhao Chuanxin, I felt a little scared in my heart.

He timidly came to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Freddie Pavitt: "Bring a chair over here and let me see what's wrong with this baby."

Benjamin Pavitt sat down calmly.

"Sir, I'm not hungry."

"Eat something even if you're not hungry. I've never seen a snotty kid who's not greedy."

Freddy Pavitt explained from the side: "The Goldberg family is a big family in the town, and their family is not short of money."

Zhao Chuanxin disagreed: "Look at this kid, how can he still make money if he is so skinny? Come on, let's take a hawthorn pill to appetize first."

With that said, he handed the hawthorn pill to Benjamin Goldberg.

Benjamin Goldberg had never seen the methods of Chinese elders, let alone someone like Zhao Chuanxin. He looked back at Freddy Pavitt at a loss.

After all, Freddy Pavitt is his acquaintance.

Without waiting for Freddie Pavitt to say anything, Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table: "What's the matter? I won't give you face, right? You can eat if I let you."

Freddy Pavitt smiled wryly.

Benjamin Goldberg was like seeing the angry eyes of King Kong. The feeling of being stared at by a god was very scary, and he quickly stuffed the hawthorn pills into his mouth.

This chew, don't mention it, is sour and sweet, so delicious.

After eating, I really want to eat another one.

Looking at the food on the table, I have an appetite.

So, I picked up the spoon and drank it carefully.

"That's right, eat first and then talk after eating."

Zhao Chuanxin started eating happily, and the wind was rolling.

The lamb chops were eaten one after another, and the bones were thrown all over the table. The bread was devoured one after another.

Almost everyone will be infected by him and eat more.

When eating at Benjamin Goldberg's house, etiquette always comes first, the food is formal, and there is a prayer before the meal. Where have you seen this?

During this meal, he ate more than ever before, filling his stomach with food.

Zhao Chuanxin was amazed when he found out that this snot-nosed kid could use chopsticks in a decent manner without even having time to finish a meal.

Zhao Chuanxin eats the most, but he also eats the fastest.

After eating, he pushed his dinner plate and asked Benjamin Goldberg: "What are you doing at the manor at night?"

"Sir, I came to play with Marcus Nkrumah."

"Why don't you come during the day?"

"My father looked at me and wouldn't let me come. I ran away secretly."

Freddy Pavitt was surprised to find that Benjamin Goldberg became much more normal in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Why do you like to be friends with Marcus Nkrumah?"

"Because he is willing to listen to me talk about what is in my head."

"Oh?" Zhao Chuanxin became interested: "Tell me, what's on your mind?"

After speaking, he also took out a drawing board, paper and pen.

Benjamin Goldberg falls into fantasy again.

As he narrated, Zhao Chuanxin transformed into a humanoid printer, holding the end of the pen, his wrist shaking rapidly, and the pencil rubbed rapidly on the paper, making a rustling sound.

By the time Benjamin Goldberg finished speaking, he had finished drawing.

Flip the drawing board: "Is this what you have in mind?"

Everyone looked curiously and saw a god floating in the void, wearing armor and grinning majestically, vividly on the paper, as if he would step through the void and emerge from the paper at any time.

Li Shutong was shocked.

My Cao...he can also draw Western paintings, but he can't draw as fast as Zhao Chuanxin.

Moreover, this is not done with reference objects, but entirely relying on other people's dictation.

He has never seen any Western painter with this kind of ability.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin’s main focus was practicing sketching.

In the past few years, with intensive practice and the improvement of physical fitness in all aspects, my sketching speed has become abnormal.

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes widened.

For the first time in his life, someone could materialize his imagination.

He nodded excitedly: "Yes, sir, that's it..."
To be continued...