Seeing his appearance, the Feng family suddenly felt energetic.

"What?" Feng Yu looked at him, his tone was very leisurely: "Is Mr. Ding good at jade carving? What should I do? Our Feng family is all a wood art."

"If Mr. Ding thinks this is too difficult, then let's change it to a simpler one?"

"Oh, so that's how it is." Ding Shengchen had a perfect smile on his face, but did not respond positively: "Okay, let's make chairs."

[I feel that Brother Ding is so gentle, and I don’t just slap my face back.]

[What do you know? This is called demeanor. It’s a pity that people don’t appreciate it and are complacent.]

【Suddenly I remembered the case at Tianmen.】

【Open the wooden warehouse towards my head! Bang!】

【It's strange that someone actually made such a request.】

【Really, this kind of request is so easy to refuse! 23333】

In the industry, mortise and tenon are considered unpopular technology.

In today's wood carving world, more people are rushing to handicrafts.

Many people think that tables and chairs are not allowed to be used, so they would rather spend a lot of time finding a piece of strange wood to make a very unique work to increase the price.

For this reason, the Feng family has always been proud of its insistence on making mortise and tenon.

I feel even more disliked by the Baigong Sect who jumped like this.

But... the Feng family may not know that in Baigongmen, mortise and tenon are basic courses.

Ding Xuchen slowly took out the carving knife and knocked it on the table: "Is it limited time?"

"Half an hour." Someone took out the alarm clock and set it for half an hour.

"Come." Ding Shengchen didn't pick much, and walked directly to the wood provided by Feng's family and took the knife carefully.

Mr. Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and discovered something very interesting.

Compared with the Feng family who adhere to tradition, people from Baigongmen seem to be more resentful of machines.

They would rather believe in the knife in their hands than they had to.

Everyone else was watching Ding Fengchen's operation, but Mr. Feng was studying the order when he took the knife.

As a craftsman, everyone has different habits.

But what is very strange is that Ding Chen and Lu Zi'an's habits are very similar.

Before taking the knife, touch the wood for analysis, think briefly, and then take the knife after determining the direction.

Instead of cutting it first like others, then sculpting it according to the shape after it comes out.

Why is this?

Is it because he is Lu Zian's apprentice? Mr. Feng cannot understand.

When Ding Fengchen made mortise and tenon, he really felt like a magical knife.

The blade is sharp, but the corners are soft and round. The most rare thing is that the blade is extremely thin, even if it is not polished and connected by mortise and tenon, there is no gap in the middle.

The whispers in the field stopped quietly at some point, and even Feng Yu took it seriously.

This is an extremely rare opportunity to observe and learn from close range, and no one can bear to blink.

What is the difference between the innovative and the conservative?

Just as Feng Yu was watching seriously, a commotion suddenly came from outside.

Today is not an ordinary day. Although Feng Yu was a little reluctant, he still set off to walk towards the door.

"What's wrong?" he frowned slightly and said in displeasure.

"Feng Yu! You bastard! You killed me!" Xue Shan heard a crying voice, probably because she heard his voice, and suddenly she had strength. She actually threw away the two people who stopped her, rushed to Feng Yu, but was held tightly by someone.

"Miss Xue..."

Feng Yu waved his hand and signaled the two to let go of her, looking at Xue Shan gently: "Xiao Shan, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Xue Shan was full of grievance and had just regained her freedom. She slapped him without hesitation: "You bastard!"

She was really angry. She was ruthless and Feng Yu was beaten so hard that she turned her face away. With a buzzing sound in her head, anger surged up instantly.

He held his hand hard, and Feng Yu gritted his teeth and stared at her gloomyly: "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

"Explanation?" Xue Shan thought he would apologize to her, but he did not expect that he was still as good as he did, so she burst into tears: "You asked me to change the blog post, which made my brother scolded and locked up all night. Do you want me to explain it to you?"

She cried and beat him: "My uncle asked my dad to get married in advance and he will marry him next month. Do you know? Where did I put my face?"

The date I had originally set, but suddenly changed it like this, and the pig knew that something was wrong.

What's more, she took the matter that she had been in custody from her brother and handed it to her cousin who had always been inconsistent with her. What's the way she has?

Isn’t this telling everyone that Xue Shan is already the abandoned son of the Xue family?

Under such circumstances, how can she establish a stable relationship when she married the Feng family? What happiness can she have?

She was scolded to death after returning to her room last night and was making trouble. After her father went back, he didn't say anything and directly showed off his cards with her. Only then did she know how big a mistake she had made.

But there was no way to admit her mistakes. The elders of the Xue family were heartbroken by her, and her father was even more annoyed and locked her up.

She couldn't swallow this, so she opened the window and climbed from the second floor to the air conditioner and jumped down again, just to settle the score with Feng Yu.

"Do you know if you killed me?"

Listening to her crying and scolding, Feng Yu let her beat her a little longer, and finally she figured out the whole story.

He grabbed her wrist suddenly and Feng Yu paused word by word: "I have never told you about asking you to change your blog post. I, Feng Yu, stand upright and am definitely not such a shameless villain. Others don't understand, don't you understand?"

Xue Shan suddenly looked up at him and was stunned: "Ah?"

"Just like Xue Ou cannot use such a method, if I were such an opportunistic villain, how could I bear the burden of the head of the Feng family?" Although Feng Yu was suppressed, there was still a hint of regret when he looked at Xue Shan.

The person in front of me is the sweetheart, but I don’t understand him.

After saying that, he stopped looking at her and pulled her in.

The causes and consequences gradually cleared in his mind.

It was a great plan to scatter, but he used to be a pity for Baigong Sect.

They also thought they were all heroes and heroes, so they dared to come to challenge them so openly, but they didn't expect that they came prepared.

Ding Shengchen in the field only vaguely heard a woman's crying, but he didn't care and just focused on doing his own thing.

However, the crowd of people who were watching the melon in the live broadcast room received the latest news.

[Wow, so exciting, I heard it outside the Feng family! It turns out that the water here is so deep!]

【Please eight and explosive!】

【…Bara bara…】

The man roughly said Xue Shan's words, and the live broadcast room suddenly fell into a strange silence.

After a while, someone said weakly: [Why does this matter feel that it is not that simple?]

"This matter is not that simple." Mr. Feng glanced at Xue Shan and said with a smile: "Xiao Shan, don't worry. Since this matter is a misunderstanding, I will talk to Lao Xue carefully when I look back, and it won't delay you."

Xue Shan was even more confused by their analysis. She said in a daze: "It's not Feng Yu, who could it be?"

With her simple brain circuit, she couldn't figure out the key points.

"It's very simple." Feng Yu's voice was low, with a hint of depression: "Whoever gains is the mastermind, isn't this very obvious?"

This sentence is clear and clear, and the direction is extremely clear.

The Feng family present thought for a moment, and their eyes were filled with a little anger and looked at the yard.

At this time, Ding Fengchen had already made many mortise and tenon parts, but they were really pure parts, and even the outline of the chair did not come out.

Unlike Ding Shengchen, there are various machines that contrast, and most of the chairs of the Feng family’s senior brother have been made.

He has only the back of the chair that has not been completed yet, and the other parts have even been polished and smooth.

Half an hour was more than enough for him, but Ding Shengchen's words were probably not enough.

"It's true." Feng Yu's face was cold, and there was a huge anger in his eyes: "Baigong Sect! How dare they!"

"Go." Old Master Feng raised his chin to the yard lightly: "No need to compare."

"yes."

Feng Yu walked like a flying person, and her whole body seemed to be carrying the wind.

Under everyone's gaze, he walked to Ding Shengchen and said coldly: "Ding Shengchen, don't do it anymore."

"Hmm?" Ding Shengchen raised his head and looked at him in confusion. His subordinates had not stopped yet: "What?"

"I have received the gift from Baigong Sect." Feng Yu stood with his hands behind his back, with a hint of contempt between his eyebrows: "With your Baigong Sect's character, you are not worthy of competing with my Feng Sect on the same stage. You go back, don't have to come again."

The knife stopped.

The smile on Ding Shengchen's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes gradually became colder: "What do you mean?"
To be continued...