"No."
Seeing her grandmother touching the cane, Jian Yuelan was so frightened that her hair stood on end. She immediately said timidly, "I'll go with my parents and uncle tomorrow. You guys stay home with Quanquanjuanjuan."
The uncle was sitting at the door, carving a piece of wood. Hearing the sound, he said without even looking up, "Niece, it's not that I don't want to give you and my eldest grandson face, but your uncle Lin needs the goods urgently."
Jian Yuelan really didn't know about this. She looked surprised and asked, "Didn't we just hand in a few a few days ago?"
"That foreign lady named An-something is about to return to her country and wants to buy a few more wood carvings. Your Uncle Lin is helpless. She came to me yesterday and ordered five more. I have to deliver the goods before she returns."
"When will you return home?"
"Four days later."
"Is there enough time?"
“No coloring.”
This means that it will be too late to color it, but it will be enough to make it the original wood color without coloring.
"Then uncle, you have to carve it well. Even if you don't paint it, you have to make it a fine product."
The uncle nodded and immersed himself in carving the wood in his hands.
When the child came home from school in the evening, he was quite disappointed to learn that only his mother and grandparents would go to watch the event the next day.
"Why don't we go together? This might be my only chance to go on stage."
When he opens his mouth tomorrow, he will definitely shock a large crowd.
Then he will be famous.
When other classmates and parents mention him, their first reaction will be——
Oh, you are talking about that kid (classmate) who is very pretty, polite, has good grades, and is good in every way, but can sing terribly.
That child (classmate)...
Oh, I’m really not good at singing!
It turns out that there is no perfect person in this world!
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