Zhao Ping'er asked nervously, "What's the matter, Brother Yuan?"
"Can you not just say that when you see someone?" Qin Yuan said in a cold voice.
"Brother Yuan..."
"You are so ugly, but you don't feel ashamed of me! When I walk with you, I get laughed at. Are you eager to see me being laughed at?" Qin Yuan became angrier as he spoke, Zhao Ping This ugly woman, even if she is ugly, is still stupid, which makes him angry to death.
"Brother Yuan...are you angry? Then why don't you stop talking? I'll listen to you, okay?" Zhao Ping'er asked cautiously, for fear that Qin Yuan would continue to be angry.
"Don't talk to me, don't get close to me, just pretend you don't know me!"
"Oh..." Zhao Ping'er glanced at Qin Yuan and responded aggrievedly.
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Zhao Yun'er returned from Lao Zhao's house. Doudou and Mu Lianfeng were both in the house.
Mu Lianfeng washed all the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen and wiped the table brightly. The father and son sat down at the table, each holding a pen in his hand and writing and drawing on the paper. Sitting together was particularly harmonious.
Zhao Yun'er couldn't bear to disturb the father and son, but her steps still alarmed them.
Both of them turned back in unison and looked at Zhao Yun'er.
Zhao Yun'er smiled and said, "What are you writing?"
"Mom, Doudou and Daddy are painting!"
Zhao Yuner was a little confused, "Really?"
"Uh-huh!"
Zhao Yun'er couldn't help but be curious. She walked over and asked Doudou, "Oh? Then what are you drawing?"
Doudou raised the painting in his hand and handed it to Zhao Yun'er to see, "Mother, Doudou is painting our family!"
Zhao Yun'er took it and saw three abstract figures connected together on Doudou's drawing paper.
Doudou's soft and waxy voice introduced, "This is daddy, this is mother, and this is Doudou!"
Although it was not very pretty, when Zhao Yun'er saw it, she found the painting unusually warm and praised Doudou, "Doudou is great, the painting is so beautiful!"
"Hehe~"
"Then what did your father draw?"
"I don't know, Doudou can't understand."
Zhao Yun'er looked at it and saw some patterns drawn on Mu Lianfeng's paper. She couldn't understand it and didn't know what they were.
"Mu Lianfeng, this is..."
"But the design drawings for mining. In the past few days, Mo Yan took the workers up the mountain to study it. A small mine is ready to be mined, but the large mine has not yet been moved. There are certain risks in mining this large mine. I have to design it first, and in some places I have to drill rock, mine, ensure ventilation, and have tunnels..."
When Mu Lianfeng and Zhao Yun'er introduced each other, Zhao Yun'er could only understand a general outline.
Mining is also a technical job, especially in ancient times. The conditions and equipment were not as good as modern times, and mining was even more troublesome.
"That requires careful planning and preparation!"
After all, if something goes wrong and the consequences are serious, the safety of the workers in the mine cannot be guaranteed.
"Yeah!" Mu Lianfeng nodded in agreement.
"Then go ahead, I won't disturb you!"
"good!"
Mu Lianfeng said, lowering his head and continuing to hold the pen and draw on the paper.
Zhao Yuner caught a glimpse of Mu Lianfeng's serious look, and her heart beat involuntarily. When he was serious, he seemed a bit more handsome than usual.