Li Guizhi paused for a few seconds after hearing this, then lightly flicked her daughter's forehead. "Is there any need to say it? Your mother isn't a fool. You worked so hard to build this factory, and nobody can take advantage of me!"
Zong Jia chuckled, "Godmother, you and Xiao Lizi are both thinking of each other!"
That's right. One is afraid that her mother will be too embarrassed to refuse others, and the other is afraid that her daughter's hard-earned career will be taken advantage of.
The mother and daughter looked at each other and smiled.
Li Guizhi patted Zong Jiayu on the shoulder, "Little Zong is always the clearest observer!"
He smiled gently, "Godmother, you both think of each other more than anyone else. The deep bond between mother and daughter is truly touching."
Jiang Xiaoli raised her hands to make a heart shape, "Mom, here's my little heart for you."
Li Guizhi was amused by her adorable actions and laughed until tears streamed down her face. "Alright! Stop fooling around and eat!"
"Mmm, this fish-fragrant eggplant is absolutely amazing, it's so delicious!"
After finishing her meal, Jiang Xiaoli took Zong Jiayu to the street corner to digest her food. On her way home, she passed a convenience store and was stopped by Aunt Wang.
She waved at her, holding the landline receiver, "Xiao Li, hurry, hurry, the phone's ringing! It's for you!"
Jiang Xiaoli jogged a few steps into the convenience store, picked up the phone, and said, "Hello, who is this?"
A familiar boyish voice came from the other end of the phone, "This is Xu Xing, Jiang Xiaoli. I've solved the problem you gave me."
She laughed, "It's good that you solved them. Weren't these questions interesting?"
“Hmm, a different way of thinking. I think we should strengthen our training in this area.” Xu Xing’s words revealed the practical spirit of an old scholar.
Jiang Xiaoli's eyes darted around. "What do you think about us writing a letter to the teacher who set the exam questions?"
Xu Xing hesitated for a moment, "Will they be able to reply to us?"
"Why not give it a try? Many authors love it when readers and fans write to them. We're considered Teacher Shang's... um... fans! It's reasonable for us fans to write to Teacher Shang and exchange ideas, right?" The more she thought about it, the better she felt that her idea was.
"So how should we write it?" Xu Xing was intrigued.
Jiang Xiaoli chuckled a few times, "How about this, we write down the problems we each encountered and the thought process we used to solve these problems, and then when we meet at school on the 8th, we'll summarize them and send them to Teacher Shang. What do you think?"
“No problem, see you at school number 8.” Xu Xing is a very proactive person, and he immediately started writing, looking forward to communicating with Teacher Shang.
When Jiang Xiaoli got home, she took out her study materials for the first time during the short holiday. She quietly clasped her hands together and bowed to her math competition books, saying, "I'm sorry for neglecting you!"
She quickly summarized the difficulties she encountered during her studies and marked her problem-solving approach for this type of question.
She analyzed the problems that Teacher Shang had posted in the Mathematics Newspaper in depth, wrote down her own insights, and even created a modified problem for Teacher Shang based on her own understanding.
She was increasingly satisfied and pleased with the questions she came up with, and she felt an urge to share them with others right then and there.
After washing up, she lay in bed and sighed, "If only we had internet, a single email or QQ message could solve the problem."
Over the next three days, with Xue Bin's help, Jiang Xiaoli designed four different renovation plans, all based on a three-bedroom apartment as a model.
European glamour, American country, modern light luxury, and Chinese retro – each of these four styles has its own merits. This is a combination of various interior designs she had seen in her mind.
Looking at these design drafts, she gave herself a very fitting name: "Decoration Tailor".
The design of the other apartment types below is much simpler; it's just a matter of adding or subtracting elements from the same style. She felt a significant weight lifted off her shoulders.
Xue Bin drew countless blueprints based on Jiang Xiaoli's design this week, feeling like he was dying every day. But now, looking at the blueprints he had drawn, he felt genuinely proud.
“Ms. Jiang, although I don’t know what kind of designs the designers in Hong Kong can come up with, I think no one who sees these four designs will be able to refuse them.”
Jiang Xiaoli smiled and said, "Brother Xue, this is the result of our joint efforts. I couldn't have drawn it no matter how many ideas I had without you. Don't praise me like that!"
Xue Bin is indeed a rare talent. Many times, the small designs she proposed were very abstract, but he was always able to accurately understand her meaning, incorporate his aesthetic sense, and draw renderings that even Jiang Xiaoli admired.
Xiao Jincheng was captivated by the design drawings. "Little Pear, Binzi, stop praising each other. In my heart, you're both the same!"
He gave the two of them a thumbs up, "Little Pear, I really love this Chinese-style design, I really want one!"
Jiang Xiaoli explained with a smile, "Uncle Xiao, you have such good taste! But Chinese-style decoration is best suited for courtyards. How about I design one for you when you buy a big villa or a big yard?"
Xiao Jincheng reluctantly put down the blueprints. "Little Pear, it's settled then!"
She grinned and held up her little finger, "Pinky promise~"
"Haha!" Xiao Jincheng cooperated and pinky-swore with her, "It's settled then, Binzi is the witness."
Xue Bin nodded with a smile, "Yes, yes, I'm already looking forward to President Xiao's Chinese-style courtyard."
After leaving the company, Xiao Jincheng took Jiang Xiaoli home. Xu Feng and Xiao Muyu had returned from their trip the day before and brought her many gifts.
When she got home, Xu Feng was cooking. Seeing Jiang Xiaoli looking around for someone, she smiled and said, "Xiaoyu is doing her homework inside!"
"Hahaha." Jiang Xiaoli laughed gleefully.
She is now completely free from the burden of homework, but Xiao Muyu is not.
She knocked on the door and entered Xiao Muyu's room, where she saw that her desk was covered with homework from various subjects.
Jiang Xiaoli casually flipped through a few books. "So much homework?"
Xiao Muyu didn't even look up, continuing to write furiously. "Aman and I originally brought some homework with us, but we're so tired from walking so much every day that we don't have the energy to do our homework when we get back to the hotel."
"Playing around is fun for a while, but doing homework is a nightmare. Good luck, girl!" There's nothing she can do to help with that.
Xu Feng prepared the meal and called the two to eat. Jiang Xiaoli pulled Xiao Muyu, who looked like a wilted eggplant, to sit down.
Seeing how tired her daughter looked, Xu Feng said, "Let's go out to play during the winter or summer vacation next time. This short holiday is too short."
Xiao Muyu nodded vigorously, "Yes, catching up on homework is too tiring!"
Xiao Jincheng teased the mother and daughter, "You brought back so many gifts, you must have worked hard!"
Xu Feng rolled her eyes at him, "You were spared from carrying our things, and you're still showing off. I'll definitely take you with me next time!"
Jiang Xiaoli chuckled to herself as she listened.
Xiao Muyu ate about half full, then refilled Jiang Xiaoli's glass with juice. "Xiaoli, what did you do during your holiday?"
She perked up at this, "No, no, no, you practice first, and then call me—General Manager Jiang, and let me hear it."
"President Jiang? You don't actually own a company, do you?" Xiao Muyu asked curiously.
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