MTL - After Dressing Up As a Stepmother, I Transformed the Whole Family Into Working In the Fields-Chapter 558 Madam, just pamper him.

Chapter 558: Madam, just pamper him

Seeing that Liu Ji didn't listen to what he said and was still making random guesses, Qin Yao rolled her eyes speechlessly.

He said it again, "If I let him go to class, he won't have the chance to meet your husband. Why are you so anxious?"

 “Huh?” Liu Ji was stunned.

So the lady has listened to what he said and is still helping him figure out a solution?

Thinking of this, Liu Ji's heart suddenly moved, and he confirmed in disbelief: "Madam, do you mean that I don't need to worry about this?"

Qin Yao smiled contemptuously and threw him a stack of blank picture albums newly purchased from the stationery factory. "This is what you have to worry about. As for your status with Gong Liangxiao, as long as I am here, no one can try to shake it." !”

Awang's lips twitched slightly as he passed by the main room carrying bricks. Madam, just pet him!

Liu Ji stared blankly at Qin Yao's contemptuous smile, and felt that this woman was really exciting!

But what are these blank albums for?

With his wife's assurance, Liu Ji felt relaxed now. Anyway, he still had his wife on his head when he collapsed, so he just had to do what she told him to do.

Liu Ji brought all the blank picture albums to him and asked happily: "Madam, what are these for?"

 Could it be that he suddenly figured it out and was going to let him recreate the picture of a chicken pecking at rice?

of course not.

Qin Yao took the template of the Lady's Box storybook and handed it to Liu Ji, explaining: "This is a bonus album for the new products in the factory in the coming year. The purpose is to allow customers to deepen their brand recognition of our Lady's Box, so you give it to me Paint well, paint carefully, do you hear me?”

They have prepared two hundred picture albums, but there are not many scholars who are good at painting in the village. There are only five of them, and each of them has forty books. The workload is indeed a bit heavy.

No, Qin Yao took twenty volumes home, thinking that she had a ready-made one at home, so she didn’t need it in vain.

If this matter had been put forward a quarter of an hour ago, Liu Ji would have definitely had to bargain.

But now that he knew that his wife responded to his every word and everything was resolved, Liu Ji was so happy that he forgot to ask about the price for the first time and took over the painting task with a serious look on his face.

“The teacher said that I am not as spiritual as my younger brother in painting, but I am very talented in copying, so don’t worry, madam, I will work day and night to perfectly restore the album one stroke at a time, and I promise not to delay your delivery, madam!”

After putting down the words, Liu Ji finished dinner that night and did not go to Lian Yuan. He carried the picture album into his study, hung a sign on the door that said "No one should be disturbed", lit a lamp and immersed himself in painting.

Qin Yao was not used to him being so obedient. She frequently glanced at the backyard and saw the busy figures reflected in the window, which she always felt was unreal.

“Master, are you still going up the mountain today?” Yin Le ran into the courtyard covered in sweat and asked expectantly.

Now, she has added three kilometers to the original five kilometers. She couldn't run fast enough at the beginning. She had to wait until dinner at home was finished before she could complete the task.

Qin Yao saw that she was only wearing a single piece of clothing, which was stained with sweat. She was afraid of being caught cold by the wind, so she waved her hand and motioned for her to put on her clothes first, "The weather is good tonight, you can eat your dinner first, rest for a while, and then go up the mountain to practice more." ”

 “Okay!” Yin Le agreed readily and went to the backyard to change clothes.

After October, it gets dark earlier and earlier, and now it is completely dark. Qin Yao is sitting by the door of the hall, warming herself by the fire. Facing the open door, she can see the flickering candlelight in the village. Like the stars in the sky falling to the earth.

 In the candlelit night, a moving fire caught Qin Yao's attention.

Seeing the torch slowly approaching her home, Qin Yao raised her eyebrows in surprise.

 It really means that Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.

 “Awang.” She called softly. In the originally empty courtyard, a gray figure suddenly appeared, holding a freshly emptied swill bucket in his hand.

 “What are your orders, madam?” Awang asked with a frown. The lady usually wouldn't call him, but if she did, it would definitely not be an easy job.

Yin Le held the leftovers brought out of the hot pot and walked curiously to the door of the kitchen, when she heard Qin Yao order:

"You will take Yin Le into the mountains to practice for half an hour later. As long as it does not affect her work tomorrow, you can do whatever you want with the rest."

Yin Le paused in her eating movements. The painful roar from Dalang Xiu’s morning exercise on holiday seemed to still be echoing in her ears, and she was immediately frightened.

"Master." Before he could say the word "No," the tips of his ears twitched slightly. Yin Le turned to look at the door. Zhen Yubai held a torch and stopped in front of the door. She raised her hand to knock on the door.

Yin Le understood. Master was definitely not able to accompany him for extra training tonight.

But secretly taking a look at Awang, who had no expression on his face but was obviously unhappy, Yin Le quickly grabbed a few more mouthfuls of rice to avoid being beaten to death.

Zhen Yubai walked into the courtyard. The cold wind blew out the torch in his hand. After a moment, it lit up again. In less than a breath, the steward Awang who was standing in the courtyard just now was gone.

Zhen Yubai was startled for a moment, took a deep breath to calm down, and walked towards the candle-lit main room.

“Master, why are you coming so late?”

Qin Yao stood up and smiled, led people into the main room, pointed to the small stool next to the brazier, "It's cold, sir, you must be freezing all the way here, you haven't been around for long, please sit down and warm yourself by the fire."

After Mrs. Li finished cooking dinner in the evening, she went back to the backyard to rest. Qin Yao got up and got the tea cup. She picked up the boiling water on the charcoal stove and made two cups of tea.

Hand a cup to Zhen Yubai, "Master, don't dislike it."

 He picked up another cup and held it in his hands without drinking it. He sat down opposite Zhen Yubai and waited for him to speak first.

Zhen Yubai smiled at her, blew the tea cup gently, took a sip of tea, and then observed the surrounding environment.

 Qin Yao's house doesn't have much decoration, it's just a large square room with daily necessities placed inside and a few coir raincoats and bamboo hats hanging on the wall. It's neat and bright.

Zhen Yubai looked around and sighed inwardly, but she really couldn't tell that the master was a civil servant.

It was impossible to tell that the female village chief in front of her was the owner of a stationery factory.

 But seeing the daily snacks and fruits placed on the small table, I felt that the host's family was well off.

 Otherwise, who would be willing to use fine white flour that has been ground seven or eight times to make snacks?

Without a very strong family background, such eating habits would never appear in the homes of rich farmers in mountain villages.

 This is really a beautiful misunderstanding.

Even if her family is not rich, Qin Yao will not make any compromises when it comes to food.

After observing enough, Zhen Yubai held the tea cup in hand and slowly expressed his intention.

 He was already well, and the children in the village were so eager to go to school, so he came to the village chief to discuss the opening date of the school.

Qin Yao smiled. She was planning to ask Awang to notify Zhen Yubai tomorrow to prepare for classes, but the others took the initiative to come to him to discuss the start date of classes. Could Zhen Yubai still hear their voices?