Chapter 558 Madam, Please Pamper Him

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

She repeated, "If I ask him to go to class, he won't have the chance to run into your teacher. Why are you so anxious?"

"Huh?" Liu Ji was stunned.

So the lady listened to what he said and is helping him find a solution?

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

Qin Yao smiled contemptuously and threw him a stack of blank picture albums that the stationery factory had just purchased. "This is what you should worry about. As for your position in Gong Liangliao's office, as long as I am here, no one can dare to shake it!"

Awang, who was moving bricks and passing by the main hall, twitched his lips slightly and said, "Madam, just pamper him!"

Liu Ji stared blankly at the contemptuous smile on Qin Yao's lips, and just felt that this woman was so awesome!

But what are these blank albums for?

With his wife's assurance, Liu Ji now felt completely relaxed. Even if he collapsed, he still had his wife to support him. He only needed to do what she asked him to do.

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

Could it be that he suddenly came to his senses and was planning to let him recreate the picture of the chicken pecking at rice?

Of course not.

Qin Yao took out the template of the Lady's Box storybook and handed it to Liu Ji, explaining, "This is the bonus album for the new products of the factory next year. The purpose is to allow customers to deepen their recognition of our Lady's Box brand. So you have to draw it well and carefully. Do you hear me?"

They prepared two hundred picture albums, but there were not many scholars in the village who were good at painting, only five people. Each of them had to prepare forty albums, which was a lot of work.

So, thinking that there was a ready-made set at home, it would be a waste not to use it, Qin Yao took twenty copies home.

If this happened a quarter of an hour ago, Liu Ji would definitely have bargained.

But now that he knew his wife responded to every word he said and that every problem had been solved, Liu Ji was so happy that he forgot to ask about the price for the first time in his life and accepted the painting task with a serious look on his face.

"The teacher said that I am not as talented as my junior brother in painting, but I am very talented in copying. So don't worry, my lady. I will work day and night to perfectly restore the album stroke by stroke, and I guarantee that I will not delay your delivery!"

Having said that, Liu Ji finished his dinner that night and did not go to the Lotus Courtyard. He took the picture album into the study, hung a sign saying "No Disturbance" on the door, lit a lamp and buried himself in painting.

Qin Yao was a little uncomfortable with his obedience. She looked towards the backyard frequently and saw the busy figures reflected on the window, which always felt unreal.

"Master, are we going up the mountain today?" Yin Le ran into the yard, sweating all over, and asked expectantly.

Now, she has added another three kilometers to the original five kilometers. At the beginning, she can't run fast enough and always has to wait until dinner is over at home to complete the task.

Qin Yao saw that she was only wearing a single layer of sweaty clothes. She was afraid that the wind would catch a cold, so she waved her hand to signal her to put on more clothes first. "The weather is good tonight. Eat dinner first and rest for a while before going 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. Now it is completely dark. Qin Yao is sitting by the door of the main room, warming herself by the fire. Facing the open door, she can see the flickering candlelight in the village, like stars from the sky falling to the earth.

In the night filled with flickering candlelight, a moving flame caught Qin Yao's attention.

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

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

"Awang." She called softly.

A gray figure suddenly appeared in the empty yard, holding a freshly emptied garbage bucket in his hand.

"What do you want, Madam?" Awang asked with a frown. Madam usually wouldn't call him, but if she did, it would definitely not be an easy task.

Yin Le held the leftovers from the hot pot and curiously approached the kitchen door, and heard Qin Yao order:

"Take Yin Le into the mountains to practice for half an hour. As long as it doesn't affect her work tomorrow, you can do whatever you want with her."

Yin Le paused while eating. The painful roar from Dalang during his morning exercise on his day off seemed to still echo in her ears, and she was immediately frightened.

"Master." Before he could utter the word "no", his ears moved slightly and Yin Le turned his head to look at the door. Zhen Yubai stopped in front of the door with a torch and was raising his hand to knock.

Yin Le understood that his master was definitely unable to accompany him to practice tonight.

But after secretly taking a look at Awang, who had a blank expression but was obviously unhappy, Yin Le hurriedly ate a few more mouthfuls of rice to avoid being trained to death.

Zhen Yubai walked into the yard. The cold wind blew the torch in his hand out suddenly, and it was reignited after a moment. In less than a breath of time, the housekeeper Awang who had just been standing in the yard had disappeared.

Zhen Yubai was startled for a moment, took a deep breath to calm himself, and walked towards the candlelit hall.

"Master, you come here so late, is there something wrong?"

Qin Yao stood up and greeted him with a smile, leading him into the main room, and pointed to the small stool beside the brazier. "It's cold, sir, you must be cold after walking all the way here. You haven't been well for long, come and sit down and warm yourself by the fire."

After finishing dinner in the evening, Li went back to the backyard to rest. Qin Yao got up and fetched the teacup, picked up the boiling water on the charcoal stove, and made two cups of tea.

He gave a cup to Zhen Yubai, "Master, please don't despise me."

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

Zhen Yubai smiled at her, blew gently on the teacup, took a sip of tea, and then observed the surroundings.

Qin Yao's house was not overly decorated. It was just a large square room with daily necessities placed inside and a few straw raincoats and hats hung on the wall. It was clean and bright.

Zhen Yubai looked around and sighed inwardly, it was really hard to tell that the owner was a juren scholar.

It is impossible to tell that the female village chief in front of you is the owner of the stationery factory.

But when I saw the 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 the fine white flour that has been ground seven or eight times to make snacks?

Such eating habits would never appear in the homes of rich peasants in mountain villages unless the family was very wealthy.

This is such a beautiful misunderstanding.

Even though her family is not well-off, Qin Yao will not compromise on food.

After observing enough, Zhen Yubai held the teacup in his hand and slowly explained his intention.

He was now fully recovered, 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 just planning to ask Awang to inform Zhen Yubai to prepare for class tomorrow, but then they came to him to discuss the start date of the class. Could it be that Zhen Yubai could hear what they were thinking?