After the Eldest Sister-in-law Died Young, Dai Wen Remarried. Chapter 98

The man standing up is like an eagle, full of male aggression. Even though Bai Naihan has deliberately restrained himself, Yun Qinghuan is still very uncomfortable when the living space is suddenly occupied by male hormones.

Especially now that she has to raise her head slightly when talking to others, and when she is a little closer, she can even feel the man's shallow breathing passing above her head.

Unlike before, the man in the wheelchair was not even close to her shoulders, and he spoke a little unscrupulously.

Now, there is no need to remind him deliberately, Yun Qinghuan pays attention to keeping a distance from him.

For example, at this time, Yun Qinghuan had just finished cooking and was about to call her mother-in-law over for dinner. She moved chairs around the table and invited the men to eat first.

The man stood up from under the stove with a cane and took a few steps towards her. Yun Qinghuan unconsciously took a step back, feeling that the distance was within a safe range, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

She lowered her head slightly, moved her toes back a little, and then raised her head to look at the man, "What's wrong?"

What we cooked for lunch was shredded potatoes in vinegar and stir-fried pork slices with lotus roots. We also steamed rice and made tomato and egg soup. The four of us finished all the dishes without leaving a grain of rice, and each of them felt their stomachs full.

After Yun Qinghuan saw the finished product, his eyes widened in shock. He was stunned for a while before he realized what he was doing. Then he walked around the desk and said, "Oh my God, it's really beautiful!"

 The main reason is that Yun Qinghuan cannot eat this food.

I only remember that my brother-in-law liked to carve with wood when he had nothing to do.

 After eating, the man led her into his house.

She also said that a publishing house is interested in her first novel and is negotiating to give Yun Qinghuan the highest share.

No wonder she often saw men carving on wooden boards and wondered what he was doing. It turned out that the results were all here.

　　I patted my head and felt that I had been confused in writing recently.

It's not in vain that he spent a lot of effort.

A purely handmade desk of such high quality would cost at least ten to twenty thousand yuan in modern times, especially since it has been carefully carved with many patterns by men. Even if you have money, it is difficult to buy it.

After dinner, Liu Yuzhi didn't let two people wash the dishes and pots. She had had enough rest at noon, and she had nothing to do on this hot day anyway, so she just started washing the dishes.

She asked Bai Naihan to make a desk for her, and didn't think much about it. She just thought it would be useful. She really didn't expect that he made it so beautifully!

Liu Yuzhi worked until about ten o'clock at noon. She got up early in the morning, and the genius went to the ground at dawn. You must know that it is summer now, and it is already bright at five o'clock in the morning. Therefore, Liu Yuzhi usually I feel very tired when I come back from work. I have to take a nap in the house, otherwise I won't be able to bear it anymore.

 “I like it, I really like it!”

Even with the royalties now, Yun Qinghuan can't take his family to eat meat every day. After all, meat not only costs money, but also requires meat tickets, otherwise you can't buy meat even if you have money.

The little guy broke the awkward atmosphere without knowing it, but ran to the table excitedly and looked at it, holding his stomach, only feeling more hungry.

Her eyes were as bright as stars, "Hanhan, who did you learn to be a carpenter from? You can actually carve by hand, you're so awesome!"

 At that time, a teacher from the university came here. He was a knowledgeable and experienced craftsman. His carving skills were superb and he knew all the traditional Chinese carving patterns.

Fortunately, at this time, An An's nose as sensitive as a dog smelled it and came over, took a deep sniff, and said happily, "Mom, there is meat!"

 One hundred three. One sixty two. Ninety four. Sixty eight

Now Yun Qinghuan has gone to deliver meals to Liu Yuzhi in the morning. As soon as he called out, there was a rustling sound in the room, and Liu Yuzhi responded.

 So, I usually buy it every two or three days when I'm hungry. But even so, the Bai family's living conditions are much better now than before.

 In short, the editor-in-chief has been busy drawing cakes, so much so that Yun Qinghuan has been very motivated recently. He is either reading high school books, doing questions, or writing manuscripts every day. He is so busy that he forgets about this matter.

 Because of the hardships he had experienced since he was a child, after Bai Naihan became more sensible, besides going to school, he spent all day thinking about his livelihood.

 She also went to the yard, stood in front of her mother-in-law's house, and shouted to her mother-in-law to eat.

 In fact, the editor-in-chief sent her the share of the stories in the first two issues, which was twenty or thirty. He said that the response to the story was very good and the sales increased a lot, so the commission for her was also high.

The editor is now urging her to write the manuscript of the second novel and send it over as soon as possible, so as to seamlessly connect with the first novel. He also said that her reputation as Yun Dan Feng Qing's pen name has been established and she has a certain readership. As long as she has a certain readership, If she writes stories well, they will definitely become popular in the future.

 Summer clothes are thin and smell nothing but sweat. Just put some soap on them and rub them with your hands, and they will be dry by the afternoon.

"Ah?" Yun Qinghuan didn't react for a moment, and then nodded sharply, "Oh oh oh, I remembered it, thank you, Resistant Han, I'll go take a look after dinner later."

 At least almost every meal consists of rice or white flour. As for the grainy wheat bran, I no longer eat it.

Now there is no air conditioning and she has to cook, which makes her sweat easily. Yun Qinghuan is used to changing clothes twice a day.

 It doesn't look like a desk, it looks like a handicraft.

Bai Naihan paused, holding the crutch a little harder, his amber eyes as deep as ancient wells, "Sister-in-law, the desk I made for you last time is ready. It's in my room. You can take a look later." If there is anything else you need to change, just tell me directly."

 The man looked a little sad, "I learned it from an old master."

“Wash your hands and eat quickly.” Yun Qinghuan tried his best to ignore the man's gaze and told him to wash his hands quickly.

If he hadn't reminded her, she would have almost forgotten that she asked him to help make the desk.

Yun Qinghuan didn't want to stay in the kitchen anymore. It was too hot. After cooking and eating, she was sweating all over and felt sticky and uncomfortable. She wanted to get some water to wipe herself and change clothes.

It can be seen that it is a brand new desk. There are even some complicated patterns carved on it. It is very beautiful. It maintains the color of the original wood. Only the pattern is carved and then smeared with wood wax oil to prevent some fine wood chips from hurting people.

To be honest, Bai Naihan's house was very tidy, a little too tidy. Except for the last time An An was sick, she had seen it but didn't take a closer look. She had never looked at it the rest of the time. Now that she entered the house, she just glanced at it. After a few glances, he looked away, then looked at the table leaning against the window.

At this time, carpentry was still very popular. Not to mention making a lot of money, at least you didn't have to worry about food and drink.

 Bai Naihan didn't know that the old master could carve at first. He only knew that he was pitiful and would bring some food to the old master from time to time.

It is clear that I am not doing well, but I cannot bear to see others suffer.

Chapter end