When Nuan Nuan came back, Meng Wanfeng was already waiting for her at home. When Nuan Nuan came in, she saw Meng Wanfeng painting with an easel, looking very focused.
She did not go over to disturb her, but gently went to the kitchen to make her a cup of fruit tea using the water in the kitchen.
Meng Wanfeng is the kind of person who is very involved in painting as soon as she devotes herself to it. When she saw a cup of fruit tea at hand, she naturally picked it up and took a few sips.
It tastes very good, and I feel much better after drinking it.
It wasn't until she stopped painting that she realized it was getting late, the sound of chopping vegetables was still coming from the kitchen, and the air was filled with the delicious aroma of food.
She stood up, moved her body, put away the drawing board and entered the kitchen.
"Is the painting done?" Wen Nuan heard the sound and asked with a smile, "You are so hungry, the food will be ready soon."
Meng Wanfeng always felt as if her and Nuan Nuan's identities were reversed.
"Yes, the painting is done." She nodded heavily and walked over to help, but was stopped by Wen Nuan, "It will be done soon, don't get involved."
Meng Wanfeng didn't listen to her and whispered, "That won't work either."
Warmth smiled at her.
"I have brought the things." Meng Wanfeng helped wash the spoon she was not using and said, "Gu Yuhe poured me water last night, and I changed it quietly."
Gu Yuhe would often bring her things back and sometimes pour her water.
Nuan Nuan said that she might not add ingredients every time, and asked Meng Wanfeng to observe Gu Yuhe carefully. People always feel guilty when they do bad things, and then their expressions will change.
Meng Wanfeng had been waiting, and when Gu Yuhe came back yesterday, he brought a drink for everyone in the family, saying that a new sweet shop had opened at the entrance of Dongda Street and the business was very good.
She knew that Meng Wanfeng liked to eat peaches, so she specially ordered peach-flavored sugar water.
Meng Wanfeng poured some out while she was not paying attention, and she poured out the rest.
However, Gu Nanshan happened to see her. She glanced at Gu Nanshan indifferently, but Gu Nanshan just touched his nose and said nothing.
"I'll give brother a call after dinner." Wen Nuan said with a smile.
Mrs. Zhao went shopping with Aunt Wang today. When she came back, she pulled some cloth that she liked and said to Meng Wanfeng, "Wanfeng, those paintings of yours are very beautiful. Can I use your paintings to make a look?"
She went out with Aunt Wang today to get a wedding dress for Zhao Qingyan. Only then did she realize that the craftsmanship of the older generation could still be exchanged for money?
Zhao felt like she had found a way out.
Aunt Wang is a very particular person. The dress Zhao Qingyan wore for her wedding was said to have been specially made by a master craftsman. But Mrs. Zhao looked down on that craftsmanship.
Is this master's craftsmanship not as good as hers?
Of course, she never told anyone this, but she bought some fabrics from that store.
There is nothing strange about this. Zhao Qingyan was well married and Aunt Wang's family only had one daughter, so she was eager to give her a grand wedding, so she asked a master to make a dress for her.
I think most families would just buy some fabric and make it themselves.
This is already overwhelming.
Ms. Zhao originally thought about pulling out some ordinary fabrics, but when she arrived at the store and saw the beautiful fabrics, she thought of the clothes made of these fabrics that would keep her warm in the future.
I decisively bought good fabrics.
Of course, the old lady felt very distressed when she spent so much money for the first time.
However, after seeing the craftsmanship of the master chef described by Aunt Wang, Ms. Zhao is quite confident in her own craftsmanship.
After all, Meng Wanfeng is a descendant of the Meng family. Even though she has been confused these years, she still often sits down to draw.
It's just that the things she painted are not like the special folders prepared by Wen Nuan now, so they can be collected and collected.
They were all thrown away and I don’t know where they are.
There were many paintings in Meng Wanfeng's painting folder, and she didn't know which one Mrs. Zhao wanted. Mrs. Zhao waved to her, showed her the cloth she bought, and pointed to the kitchen, "Make some clothes for Xiao Nuan."
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Meng Wanfeng's eyes suddenly lit up.
She designed it to tidy up, but she didn't expect Zhao to have such a skill. Then the two of them sat under the grape trellis in the yard and chatted.
Nuan Nuan originally thought Meng Wanfeng was helping, but when she looked up, she saw her and Zhao discussing something.
Not sure what Meng Wanfeng said, Zhao clapped her hands excitedly, "Yes, that's it, that's it."
That look in his eyes actually made him feel as if he had found a close friend.
Wen Nuan smiled and shook his head, interrupting the chat between the two, "It's time to eat, wash your hands and eat quickly."
As soon as they finished speaking, they saw the two of them packing their things mysteriously.
Just pretend you don't see the warmth.
While she was cooking just now, Zhou Jin called and said that someone would come over to get the food so she wouldn't have to run.
There is still some emptiness in Nuan Nuan's heart.
It seemed that going to the hospital would bring me closer to Lu Jinchuan, but I thought it might be inconvenient, so I agreed.
Lu Jinchuan could taste the food she cooked in one bite, so it would be no problem if someone came to pick it up.
"What's wrong?" Meng Wanfeng came in and looked at Nuan Nuan, staring at the pot in a daze. The fire had been turned off, and she took out the dishes. "If you feel uncomfortable, go and take a rest."
"No, I was lost in thought about a question." Wen Nuan smiled.
"Miss Xiaochuan?" Meng Wanfeng asked jokingly.
Wen Nuan blushed, but nodded anyway.
Meng Wanfeng smiled and held her in her arms, "Mom is very happy to see that you are all well."
It is only when there are two of us that she calls herself mother.
"It's just Xiao Nuan, mom looks at you..." She stared at Nuan Nuan, "Although I don't know what you are doing? If you really like him, then grab him."
She was too confused to see it before, but now that she is awake, she can see that Wen Nuan is actually still a virgin.
Wen Nuan's face turned even redder, "Mom, I understand."
Just wait until he comes back. When he comes back, she will confess her love to him.
Meng Wanfeng pinched her face and said, "This is embarrassing."
"Let us have a grandson as soon as possible." Meng Wanfeng said, "I can't count on your brother."
Until now, I don’t even have anyone to date.
Meng Wanfeng was very disgusted.
What neither she nor Wen Nuan knew was that a young man was boarding a car bound for Zhoushui County at this moment.
There was no trace of ripples on the man's handsome cheeks, only his beautiful almond eyes were thinking about something.
When he arrived at the county seat, he stopped for a night and asked someone about some things. Then he walked to Sancha Village early the next morning.
The man could have found a car to get there, but for some unknown reason, he would rather walk than take a car.
When we arrived at Sancha Village, it was time to have breakfast in Sancha Village.
There were many people chatting around under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village.
The man overheard their conversation before he even got close.