The next day, when An Xiaoqi and Mo Li were making tadpole noodles, they suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
At this time, Sui Sui is learning bamboo skills, and they don’t know anyone else in Sparrow City, so who could they be?
An Xiaoqi ran over in confusion and opened the door.
Standing outside the door was a thin old man with dark skin and white beard and hair.
The old man was carrying a big bamboo basket on his back and a large red plastic bucket in his hand.
"Are you An Xiaoqi?" Before An Xiaoqi could speak, the uncle asked.
An Xiaoqi nodded and immediately understood who he was. She said, "Uncle, you are Broken Grandpa!"
"Yes." The old man nodded kindly and looked An Xiaoqi up and down.
At home, Sui Rui praised An Xiaoqi and Mo Li as beings like gods. Now that they see An Xiaoqi, they really make people like them.
An Xiaoqi hurriedly welcomed the uncle into her home
In the yard, the uncle handed the large red plastic bucket to An Xiaoqi, and took down the large bamboo basket. It was filled with many brand-new bamboo artworks, including small bamboo stools, bamboo bowls and chopsticks.
A little rough, but beautiful in shape
The uncle said: "This is what Sui Sui asked me to send to you. He said that you lack these things for doing business."
"Uncle, this can't be done. They are all new. We can't just use them in vain." An Xiaoqi declined.
"These are not worth anything. They are the works that Sui Sui practiced when he was learning bamboo skills. They are not easy to sell. Sui Sui is afraid that you will dislike them," the uncle said.
When it comes to this matter, it is unreasonable to refuse, not to mention, these are exactly what An Xiaoqi needs.
"It's great!" An Xiaoqi said sincerely, "Uncle, tell Sui Sui that I like it too and I will definitely pay her the original price in a few days."
The uncle waved his hand: "I can't ask for your money anymore! You have paid so much for rent, how can I collect your money for this little thing!"
Hearing this, An Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment: I still owe the rent, so how can I say I paid?"
Before An Xiaoqi could regain her senses, the uncle said hello and had already left.
Mo Li walked out of the kitchen on crutches. He was very happy when he saw these things. He waved his hand vigorously and said, "Make more today and expand the scale!"
The words are full of pride
An Xiaoqi secretly laughed. When he was in Jingdong City, Mo Li had never been so excited about those projects with tens of millions of investments.
A few bowls of tadpole noodles, but he regarded it as a big undertaking.
In order to punish Mo Li for spending money yesterday, An Xiaoqi no longer allowed Mo Li to have free time. She also arranged a job for him.
An Xiaoqi asked Mo Li to make a face
The brown sweet potato flour is not as sticky as wheat flour, and the sweet potato flour is difficult to put together.
Mo Li kneaded for a long time before making a small ball of dough, and his brows, the tip of his nose, and his cheeks were all covered with flour, making him look like a big painted face.
"An Xiaoqi, you ask your leader to do such a menial job, what are your intentions?" Mo Xixi was lazy.
"In mo, you are the president; here, I am the president! Humph! Work quickly!" An Xiaoqi ordered
When Mo Li heard what she said, he couldn't help but laugh, and said sarcastically: "I know, CEO An Da of Tadpole Noodles Group!"
Seeing the iron-fisted CEO who was so frightening in the business world being commanded by her in this way, An Xiaoqi felt a sense of accomplishment.