The old man noticed her expression and asked quickly: "Madam, are you not satisfied?"
Ye Zhenzhen was a little conflicted. Although she didn't like domineering presidents, it was rare to find a cold-faced version of Cui Weizhen, so she still wanted to collect it.
"It's not that I'm dissatisfied. My craftsmanship is very good. It's just that the face you made...my husband is not so cold-faced."
Ye Zhenzhen looked at the man in front of him, and then at Cui Weizhen. She didn't look like him, and she didn't know why the old man's eyes could capture the difference so magically.
The old man repeated the same actions with Ye Zhenzhen. He had been making faces in Mingzhou Mansion for most of his life. He had met countless people, whether they were traffickers or foot soldiers or high-ranking officials. Over the years, he had developed a pair of fiery eyes.
, no matter who the person is or what their face is, they will appear in detail in his eyes and will be unforgettable.
The reason why he created such a cold-faced gentleman was not because he made a mistake, but because when he looked at this gentleman just now, he had this look on his face!
Cui Weizhen probably knew what was going on. He had just been thinking about some people and things in the court. For a moment, he couldn't hide his sharpness, but he wanted to teach the old man to see clearly.
"It doesn't matter. If Zhen'er doesn't like it, just ask me to pinch it again."
He took out two copper coins from his purse and handed them over: "Old man, I'm sorry for bothering you."
But the old man refused to accept his copper coins. He shook his head and said, "The old noodle stall has always been honest. Since you said you can pinch it again if you are not satisfied, it is absolutely true. Mr. Lang, please take back this copper coin."
After saying that, he silently kneaded the dough again. Because of the first experience, the speed this time was faster, and it was ready in a short time.
The old man's skills were superb, he was more like an artist, and he actually managed to bring out the vague friendship between the two. The new Weizhen-faced man and the Zhenzhen-faced man stood together, no matter who
Everyone can tell that they are a match made in heaven.
The crowd in line burst into admiration, not to mention the parties involved, Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen.
Cui Weizhen held the small and exquisite Ye Zhenzhen portrait, looked back and forth to compare it, and nodded in approval: "It really looks like it."
As he spoke, he restlessly poked the face of the face with his fingers, a look of pleasure on his face.
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
She had always known that Wei Zhen had been hiding some unknown little quirks, but she didn't expect that he also had some ideas about her real-life figure.
She really wanted to yell, Uncle, you have lost your character!
However, Ye Zhenzhen did not do this. Instead, she snorted lightly and flicked the man in front of Wei Zhen on the forehead in kind. What she received in exchange was a chuckle from Cui Weizhen, whose dark and clear eyes seemed to be filled with tears.
The stars filled the sky, shining brightly under the warm winter sun.
Only then did Ye Zhenzhen realize that her behavior was a bit childish. She coughed lightly and stopped arguing with him. After all, everyone was equally childish, so there was no need to laugh at fifty steps.
No matter what, she was very satisfied with these three faces.
Ye Zhenzhen took out a piece of silver from Wei Zhen's purse, handed it to the stall owner, and said: "Old man, I want these three faces. Don't refuse in a hurry, although in your opinion
It’s just ordinary craftsmanship, but it’s definitely worth the money to us, so you can’t help but accept the money.”