Needless to say, the grandson's cooking skills are excellent. He makes salted vegetable porridge. After he returned to work, the grandfather and grandson went out to eat together to have a snack.

However, it is also good to go there often for a bite to eat.

Just as Master Zhong was about to speak, he saw Pei Manning approaching and raised his chin: "Look, this little girl did it."

When Old Song looked over, he saw a young girl with red lips and white teeth standing there gracefully. He was choked all of a sudden, and the mung bean cake in his mouth kept getting swallowed.

The first two days he asked his grandson to be alert to others, and now he eats the cakes made by others?

Mr. Song looked natural.

"Xiao Pei, are you here to buy books again?" Mr. Zhong said happily. Because the books at the scrap station are much cheaper than those at Xinhua Bookstore, Pei Manning usually buys books at the scrap station.

"Master Zhong," Pei Manning greeted politely, then looked at Mr. Song, "Master Song, hello."

Old Song glanced at her. Is this what it means to be able to judge a person by his appearance and to be able to measure the depth of the sea?

The little girl looks so delicate, like a rich girl who has been exposed to the sun. How could she have such a good skill?

However, I didn't mention the mung bean cakes. Buying them privately is also considered speculation.

Hearing her greeting, Mr. Song nodded reservedly: "Yes."

Pei Manning selected a few books. Now that there was a cultural relic sorting team, there were very few fish that slipped through the net at the scrap station, so she no longer searched as hard as before.

I walked out with my things and found that Mr. Song had just left.

"Hey, little girl, why are you following me?" When Mr. Song turned around, he saw Pei Manning following him from a distance.

His brows furrowed immediately. Could it be that he knew my identity and wanted to get close to me?

The student who reported me at the beginning pretended to be studious, tried to get close to me, kept his secrets, and taught me almost all his life experience. He didn't expect that he would become someone else's stepping stone in the end and be stepped on to get to the top.

Therefore, this matter is like a thorn in his side, and Mr. Song hates those who are good at scheming.

Pei Manning was somewhat helpless: "Master Song, my home is in Yanzi Lane."

"What does your home in Yanzitun Alley have to do with me..." Having said this, Mr. Song stopped talking abruptly, and suddenly realized that this was also the way to go to Yanzitun Alley.

He coughed and said, "Yanzi Lane is right. I heard the environment is very beautiful."

Because the thorny wisteria flowers that Pei Manning planted in the yard prevent people from climbing over the wall, they are beautiful and fragrant, and they also have the function of repelling mosquitoes. Many people cut branches and take them home for cuttings, so the flower wall is covered with Swallow Lane.

It has become a beautiful alley famous far and wide in the west of the city.

Pei Manning didn't mind Mr. Song's cold and disgusted attitude.

In the six years in Pei's house, the one truth she understood most clearly was that although some people were indifferent to you, they would not harm you, and although some people seemed gentle and kind on the surface, they would scheme against you and leave nothing behind.

Mr. Song said nothing more and walked away with his hands behind his back.

…

In the following time, whenever Pei Manning brought food to Mr. Zhong, she would also bring some food that was easy to digest.

Although the quantity is large, there are many varieties.

Humph! Sugar-coated bullet! Sure enough, you have ulterior motives!

At first, Mr. Song was still very stubborn, but when he saw the various kinds of food, the fragrant smell, and the extremely tempting food, he couldn't help but try it.

After tasting it, he hesitated a little: "Old Zhong, just say you ate all of it!"

Master Zhong: “…”

The mouth is soft when the food is eaten, and the hand is short when the gift is given. If this continues, although Mr. Song still maintains a high degree of vigilance in his heart, his attitude has softened a little.

When he met Pei Manning again, he didn't speak in such a cold and aloof manner anymore.

"Girl, you're racking your brains for so long, what on earth do you want to do?"

Pei Manning thought about it and opened the door tentatively.

"Master Song, I have a few Hu brushes that I bought at a second-hand store in Shanghai. If you need them, I can give them to you."

Old Song looked at her in amazement. The real Hu brush is still relatively rare. From hundreds of kilograms of wool, only a few taels of useful hair are selected and made into a brush through several processes. Those on the market now can not reach this level.

But if someone you know well suddenly tries to please you, it's obvious that the weasel is paying a New Year's greeting to the chicken. Isn't that a sign of bad luck?

"Give me a pen, for free?" asked Mr. Song.

Pei Manning felt that Mr. Song seemed to be a person who did not like others and did not go around in circles, so he said directly: "I would like you to help repair a silk painting."

Of course, she could directly ask the other party to repair her mother's silk painting. Knowing the other party's level, she dared to take the risk.

Therefore, she wanted to destroy her own silk painting in the same way first, and let Song Laoxiu try to restore it to see if it was truly restored.

If she does, she has nothing to lose.

"Silk painting? What year is this silk painting from?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Song's face became serious, and it was obvious that he attached great importance to this.

If it is an ancient painting, I would be willing to help. We should save as many of these treasures as possible. Even if they are lost among the people, it is better than disappearing forever.

Pei Manning paused. Of course, the mulberry silk fabric used for the silk painting was bought outside, so he said, "I know that too. It's badly damaged, and you can see it."

Hearing her say this, Mr. Song was a little confused.

Please help me, what if this girl messes up and completely destroys the silk painting? What if it is a rare treasure? I will vomit blood.

Please help, is the old man's labor worth just a few pens?

The old man frowned and pondered for a moment, "That's fine, bring the painting to me first, and I'll take a look at it and try to repair it."

The restoration tools in Mr. Song's house are more numerous and more professional, and the whole room is filled with various tools.

놛 usually sorts out the damaged cultural relics at various waste stations. Although the entire team is led by 놛, 놛놙 is responsible for calligraphy and painting, some are responsible for repairing bronze, some are responsible for repairing porcelain, and some are responsible for jade and miscellaneous items.

Some of these people who restore cultural relics are experts who have just been transferred to their posts, and their appraisal and restoration capabilities are top-notch.

Now is the time to hire. The stagnation in recent years has resulted in a lack of talent, and we have to use one person as three people.

Moreover, some people would stop halfway through the exercise and stay at home with the lights on and glasses on to exercise all night.

The unit specially allocated a separate yard for you.

After agreeing on a time, Pei Manning handed the silk painting in the box to Mr. Song.

"Master Song, do you think this is repairable?"

Mr. Song held a magnifying glass and examined it carefully. The material of the silk painting was very good, made of a very thin and fine silk, as thin as a cicada's wing and as light as smoke. However, the color had turned into a grayish brown, and the patterns on it were also unclear, and one could vaguely see its former splendor.

This silk painting has been soaked in water and is a bit moldy, but it is still in good condition now because it has been damaged for too long.

The silk is not brittle yet, and the pigment has not changed much, so it has obviously been stored for a long time.

Mr. Song was a little disappointed. It looked like an ancient silk painting and he said it must be a fake made in recent years.

However, since I had already promised someone, I decided to repair it properly and treat it as practice.

"You two just stand here and help me!" Song Laohao politely instructed Pei Manning and Song Hongjun.

Pei Manning looked at 놛 in surprise. Was 놛 afraid that she was secretly learning from him?

Mr. Song probably saw what was in her eyes and snorted coldly.

If it is so simple that you can learn it at a glance, and everyone can do this delicate work, then what is the point of studying it for several years?

Besides, if she can really learn it just by looking at it, it would be a pity to let her not learn this talent.

Restoring a silk painting is a long-term task. After carefully cleaning it, you have to wait for the silk to dry in the shade.

After working for a few hours, it was getting early, so Mr. Song said, "Xiaojun, send this girl home safely."

It was already dark. Although Liuyin Lane and Yanzi Lane were close, there were few alleys in between.

It would be safe for Pei Manning to walk back alone.

Pei Manning shook her head quickly: "No need, Master Song, I'll be there in a few minutes."

Mr. Song frowned and said, "As a lesbian, how come you don't have any sense of safety?"

Although the crackdown on bad elements is strong now, murderers must pay for their crimes. Is there any year when no one kills?

After being scolded, Pei Manning was finally sent back by Song Hongjun.

This year, if a man and a woman walk side by side, it is easy for others to mistake them for being in a relationship.

Although Song Hongjun was simple, she was also very considerate and deliberately lagged a few steps behind Pei Manning.

놛 has long legs, a white shirt and black pants, and is as tall and neat as a young poplar tree. She looks shy and timid, and walks slowly, step by step, following her back.

Even from a distance, this picture is very pleasing to the eye.

The girl walking in front has black hair, fair skin, and eyebrows and eyes as soft and charming as a painting, so beautiful that it can move people's hearts. The boy walking behind is tall and handsome, clean and delicate, with a pure and graceful temperament.

The two people walked one after the other, neither speaking nor showing any intimate behavior.

However, to outsiders, it seems like the relationship is trying to hide something and is full of affection.

In fact, Pei Manning was a little absent-minded the whole way, and kept recalling how Mr. Song dealt with those stains.

As soon as I reached the door and looked up, I saw a tall and straight figure leaning against a jeep. His dark and cold figure exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

놛He put both his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyebrows were stern, and his eyes were as sharp and deep as an eagle's as he stared at her. His face was more serious than ever before.

She was stunned: “Comrade Han?