Da Hu's expression improved, but his tone was still a little impatient, "Hurry up and sell it, Lina is fed up with this pile of junk."
Erhu won't let anyone touch the wood, so the house can't be painted. How can he get married then?
Li Xiangdong gasped as he lifted the curtain made of grass beads!
The room was filled with sandalwood!
They all looked like they were taken from various pieces of furniture and piled up haphazardly.
Li Xiangdong suppressed his excitement, his expression remained unchanged, not even raising an eyebrow, and his eyes even revealed obvious disappointment.
"Is this how it is?"
The tone was not very warm.
Erhu's mother's heart skipped a beat, and she enthusiastically promoted the wood, "Come in and take a look! This piece of wood is really heavy. You can take it back and make a stool leg or something; it's extremely sturdy!"
Because there weren't any large pieces of rosewood, Erhu's mother thought the wood was only good enough to make a stool leg.
Li Xiangdong reluctantly walked over, bent down, picked up a piece of wood, glanced at it, and then threw it back.
He patted the dust off his hands. "Grandpa, this isn't furniture, it's just a pile of scrap wood!"
Before Grandpa Qin could speak, Erhu's mother exclaimed anxiously, "It used to be furniture; even if it was taken apart, it could be put back together!"
Juliana, the future eldest daughter-in-law, had long disliked her second son and this pile of rotten wood.
The second son is my own son, so I definitely can't get rid of him. If this pile of wood can't be sold this time, I'll just have to throw it away!
Li Xiangdong shook his head in disbelief, not even looking at Erhu's mother, "Uncle, you've gone to so much trouble, maybe next time!"
This means they don't like it and don't want it!
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