When they got home, it was already past two in the afternoon. In the summer, you would sweat as soon as you go out. As soon as Jiang Yanqing came back, she went upstairs to take a shower and change into clean clothes.
He took out another watermelon from the space, cut it in half, put a spoon on it, brought it to the living room, turned on the electric fan, and the cool wind blew in his face, making him feel refreshed instantly.
While eating watermelon with a spoon, he looked at the picture album. These were the clothing design drawings collected in his previous life, which Jiang Yanqing had bound into one volume for easy reference.
In two or three days I will have to go back to the coal mine to give Qijia Meizhi's legs a trim, and I also have to discuss the women's clothing store with Sister Ahua. I have been so busy these days that I even forgot to draw the design.
While I have some free time today, I have to quickly draw the manuscript and take it back with me when I go back.
After eating the watermelon, Jiang Yanqing washed her hands and did not go upstairs. She sat at the dining table with her drawing board and started painting.
Around five o'clock in the afternoon, there was finally a knock on the yard door. Jiang Yanqing put down the paintbrush in her hand, stood up, stretched, trotted to the yard and opened the door.
At the door was Wang Dashu and a strange young man, with a tricycle beside them. Seeing their similar appearance, they must be Wang Dashu's son. As soon as Wang Dashu saw Jiang Yanqing, he said apologetically, "Comrade Jiang, I'm sorry we're late."
Jiang Yanqing opened the courtyard door and responded, "It's okay, Uncle Wang. I know you're busy, but I don't need it urgently anyway. Is the new batch ready?"
Although Wang Dashu looked tired, he also showed a sense of relief. It seemed that his troubles had been solved.
As Jiang Yanqing expected, Wang Dashu replied with a smile, "I didn't sleep all night last night, but I finally managed to get them all made. This batch of stuff wasn't wasted, all thanks to you, Xiao Jiang."
"Haha, Uncle Wang, that's too polite. Please help me move my things in."
"Okay, okay, look at my memory. I was too busy talking. Erzhu, hurry up and move the things in."
Jiang Yanqing stepped aside and let Wang Dashu push the cart further in. The white porcelain jars were packed with paper and piled up in the back truck. Wang Erzhu carried a bag in each hand and walked in effortlessly.
While the Wang family father and son were carrying things back and forth, Jiang Yanqing went into the house, cut half of the watermelon left over from the afternoon into pieces, placed it on a plate, and then brought it out.
"Uncle Wang, Brother Wang, the weather is too hot. Come over and have some watermelon to cool down after you're done."
There weren't many things to begin with, and two people were moving them together. By the time Jiang Yanqing came out, the back of the car was already mostly empty, with only a few packages left.
Wang Dashu put down the two stacks of cans in his hands, walked over, glanced at the watermelon in Jiang Yanqing's hand, and said politely, "Comrade Jiang, why are you so polite? We will leave as soon as we finish moving."
Jiang Yanqing smiled and said, "Uncle Wang, your cooking skills are so good. We will have many interactions in the future. You are welcome to come over and eat. There is a water pipe over there. Wash your hands."
Wang Dashu thought about it and realized that this was the truth. If the cooperation really continued in the future, being too polite would seem unkind.
He called out, "Erzhu, come over here after you've moved all the jars."
Wang Erzhu agreed, quickened his work, and soon finished. The father and son washed their hands under the water, each picked up a piece of watermelon, and began to eat it.
The three of them were sitting under the grape rack, chatting and eating watermelon, and they didn't notice Fang Mingxiao had walked in.
Until Fang Mingxiao's doubtful voice sounded, "Qingqing?"
Jiang Yanqing looked up and saw Fang Mingxiao standing upright next to a pile of jars with a puzzled look. Jiang Yanqing then remembered that she had forgotten to tell him about the purchase of the white porcelain jars.
After introducing the two sides, the Wang family father and son finished their watermelon and stood up to say goodbye. Fang Mingxiao and Jiang Yanqing stood by the door. After the people left, Fang Mingxiao turned around and said with a smile, "Qingqing, what did you buy?"
Having almost bought everything they wanted, Jiang Yanqing replied in a good mood, "Let's go take a look together."
As he said that, he pulled Fang Mingxiao over. They both squatted down. Fang Mingxiao reached out to open the wrapping paper, picked up a porcelain jar and looked at it carefully.
I asked casually, "What do you use such a small jar for?"
Jiang Yanqing also picked up a jar. The ice cracks on it looked more and more beautiful. "Of course it's for skin care cream. I've bought the herbs and cleaned the house. I've asked someone to come and clean the medicine cabinet tomorrow morning."
"By the way, there's another surprise for you, hehe."
Fang Mingxiao put down the jar in his hand, curled his lips and smiled, "Let's wait and see. Thank you very much in advance."
I have to say that Boss Zhou is very efficient. Jiang Yanqing and Fang Mingxiao had just finished dinner, and Fang Mingxiao was still washing dishes in the kitchen when he asked someone to deliver the pharmaceutical tools.
Both tricycles were packed to the brim and carefully covered with tarpaulins. Jiang Yanqing stood at the door and excitedly called out, "Fang Mingxiao, come out quickly."
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