Lin Xiumao used Jiang Xuan's mecha to show him a mecha feast.
Not only the servants were amazed, even the knowledgeable Qi Jinghe was shocked. It was not because of the various mecha shapes that Lin Damao showed Jiang Xuan, but because of Lin Damao's talent in using mechas.
Most of them were the mecha models he gave to Jiang Xuan. In Jiang Xuan's hands they were just simple models, but in Lin Xiumao's hands they could be turned into weapons in a minute. His ability was stronger than Qi Jinghe had imagined, even though he was just a boy under 20 years old.
Jiang Xuan's talent lies in mecha design, while Lin Mao is not limited to this. If the two of them work together, the future is unforgettable and unimaginable. Qi Jinghe imagined that scene and felt a little excited.
The model was recovered by Qi Jinghe and his team. Because the materials used were state-of-the-art, it was not damaged when it fell from a height.
What amazed everyone the most was not that the model turned into a large mecha, but that j9999 suddenly appeared. No one noticed when and at what point it started.
So surprised, including Qi Jinghe.
He was very sure that the person who could achieve this was not his nephew, but Lin Maomao.
His nephew only collected mechas, but Lin Xiumao was very good at operating mechas. This j9999 was almost the latest model.
Lin Maomao is really curious.
After rescuing the two of them, j9999 returned to its warehouse.
Lin Xiumao felt that it was a pity for it to stay in the warehouse, and it should go out to fulfill its birth mission. However, he now had a new idea, its mission was to protect Jiang Xuan, Qi Jinghe must have had the same idea when he spent a lot of money to buy j9999.
Jiang Xuan let Lin Maomao mess up his lawn, and no one blamed them.
But when Qi Jingshan came back, she was shocked. Was their house invaded by thieves? Why were there traces of shells everywhere
Is everything alright at home
When they entered the house and saw the harmonious trio, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that it must be her brother who did something bad.
As soon as Qi Jingshan came in, she asked Qi Jinghe: "Qi Jinghe, why did you mess up my lawn outside like this? What did you do?"
I know Qi Jinghe's expression from the look on his face.
Jiang Xuan took the initiative to take the responsibility: "Mom, it wasn't my uncle who did it. I was trying out a new mecha model this afternoon."
"The mecha model was also bought by your uncle. Who else could it be if not him?" Qi Jingshan said with a smile, then looked at Lin Ximao, "Ximao, what would you like to eat tonight? Auntie asked the kitchen to prepare it for you. I asked Jiang Xuan, and he said you like beef."
Lin Xiumao scratched his head and asked Jiang Xuan: "Don't I like eating beef?"
Jiang Xuan nodded. He usually found that as long as he prepared some dishes related to stir-fried beef, Lin Mao would eat some: "Yeah."
Lin Ximao said to Qi Jingshan: "Auntie, then I like to eat beef."
Qi Jinghe pinched Lin Mao's face and said, "Why call me auntie? Call me mom."
Lin Xiumao readily responded: "Mom." He didn't hesitate at all, as he knew that calling her that would make Jiang Xuan happy.
Before he even blushed, Jiang Xuan turned his head away unnaturally, and his family members noticed it.
Before, she had blamed his father and mother for being forced to marry Lin Xiumao, but now that she knew they had given her a treasure, that feeling of resentment was gone.
Qi Jingshan immediately put on an apron and went into the kitchen.
Qi Jinghe was frightened by her speed: "Sister, you want to cook? Tsk tsk, I have never been treated like this before."
Qi Jingshan said bluntly: "You are lucky to have been blessed by Jiang Mao. Jiang Mao and Jiang Xuan finally have a holiday to go home, so why can't I cook for them?"
Qi Jinghe looked at Jiang Xuan and said, "I am the one who gave you the gift, and I am the one who took the blame. You should be filial to your uncle from now on, don't you understand?"
Jiang Xuan nodded and asked him again: "Filial piety, uncle, can you give me two mechas?"
Qi Jinghe knew that he wanted the mecha not for himself, but for Lin Xiumao. He just found out that the j9999 given to him some time ago has now been transferred to Lin Xiumao's name.
He never expected that his nephew would use his uncle's gift to please his wife. This is really in line with the style of their Qi family. As long as they can buy something with money, they don't care about the price, and the kindness is not measured by price.
However, Lin Mao did not show the secret joy of a little kid, and accepted it openly.
The couple shares the property, and transferring it to his name is just a ritual.
Before dinner started, Jiang Xuan's father Jiang Ping came back.
Knowing that his wife would cook tonight, he was very happy and went into the kitchen to praise Qi Jing and her.
Lin Xiumao asked Jiang Xuan: "Did you inherit your cooking skills from your mother's genes?"
Jiang Xuan said, "Maybe, as long as my mother cooks, everyone will eat up the food, especially my father. I suspect that they got together because of my mother's good cooking skills." He suddenly looked at Lin Xiaomao, "You are not also interested in my cooking skills, are you?"
Lin Maomao said seriously: "That's not the case. I'm attracted by your face."
Jiang Xuan imitated his mother and pinched Lin Ximao's face: "Huh."
I just recharged the communicator and replied to Qi Jinghe: "..." It was as if he had eaten dog food from his nephew.
When he first arrived at the Jiang family, Lin Xiumao felt the enthusiasm of Jiang's father and mother, which seemed different from the feeling he had when he first met them.
Perhaps it was because his mood at that time was different from what it is now. If he changed his mood, he would find that the Jiang family had no ill will towards him, as if he and Jiang Xuan really knew each other through free love. What's the point
He still didn't understand why the Jiang family would agree to the marriage.
After dinner, Qi Jinghe still had some things to discuss with the Jiang couple, so Lin Maomao and Jiang Xuan went upstairs to play by themselves.
Lin Xiumao finally got the chance to enter Jiang Xuan's room!
The room that likes someone is always very attractive to people in love.
The moment Jiang Xuan pushed open the door, Lin Xiumao saw that outside the neat and tidy room, there were rows of ancient mecha models and clay figures from his favorite comics.
They both love watching the same movie series: "Why are you still buying action figures? I can't even buy one."
Jiang Xuan opened another cabinet and said, "Some time ago, my family saw that I liked that movie and helped me chase the star and asked for autographs. If they had action figures, they would also ask someone to bring them back to me. As long as they are limited editions, they will be in my family. You can take any that you like."
Lin Xiumao really loves his action figure cabinet: "Wow, you also bought an action figure of entrepreneur Fu Ersi, and it's from the same series."
"But they can just stay here. There's no need to move them, or they might get damaged."
Lin Xiumao walked around Jiang Xuan's room again. It looked older than the villa they lived in now. Lin Xiumao also saw a calligraphy book on Jiang Xuan's bookshelf.
Nowadays, people seldom write with pens, but Jiang Xuan actually still has a traditional calligraphy book, which aroused Lin Maomao's interest again.
He was digging for treasure in Jiang Xuan's room as if he had discovered some treasure.
Lin Ximao: "Brother, can you write something for me? Is this calligraphy?"
Jiang Xuan: "Yes, I learned it when I was in school."
Lin Ximao: "Okay, did you learn this when you were in school?"
Jiang Xuan: "Yes, it's an interest class. Grandpa and his friends were forced by great-grandfather to practice traditional calligraphy. Since we were born, all descendants of the Jiang family have to practice and must know how to write in different fonts."
Lin Xiumao: "Brother must have more than one kind of practice." Lin Xiumao said affirmatively.
Jiang Xuan: "Brother, you understand me. I have practiced five types of calligraphy: cursive script, official script, regular script, running script, and the thin gold style."
Lin Xinmao: "Do you like it?"
Jiang Xuan: "Well, I was quite interested at the time. If you want to learn, I'll teach you. Let's bring our writing tools with us when we go back tomorrow."
Lin Ximao: "I'm so envious. I can practice calligraphy."
Jiang Xuan: "It's not too late for you to practice now. I still practice occasionally."
Lin Ximao: "Okay."
Lin Maomao walked to the side again and saw several rolled-up paintings in a painting tube in the corner: "What about this?"
Jiang Xuan said: "These are the paintings I drew before."
Lin Ximao casually pulled out the scroll and asked, "Can I open it and take a look?"
Jiang Xuan nodded and took the initiative to help Lin Xinmao open it: "Maybe the paintings were a bit childish before, don't laugh."
Lin Xiumao clasped his hands in front of his chest and watched him take it apart; Jiang Xuan slowly unfolded the scroll.
"Wow, it's beautiful and not childish. I can't draw it anyway."
This is an oil painting of fallen leaves in autumn. It has clear layers and bright colors. Lin Mao liked it as soon as he saw it.
Lin Xinmao's eyes were full of anticipation: "Are you still here?"
Jiang Xuan patiently explained: "I painted four scenes, spring, summer, autumn and winter. This is autumn. I will look for the other three."
Lin Xiumao squatted beside him and watched him rummaging through the box. The whole process was like opening a gift box.
Jiang Xuan showed Lin Xiumao that the painting of "Spring" was spring rain, the painting of "Summer" was watermelons and people under the wisteria trellis, and the painting of "Winter" was a lonely and cold city with pedestrians walking hurriedly in various directions. This was a station.
Lin Xiumao pulled out a picture from the scroll and said, "I'll open this one."
When Jiang Xuan saw the name on the scroll, his expression paused: "Do you really want to see this one?"
Lin Xiumao looked at him with some dissatisfaction: "Don't you want me to see it?"
Jiang Xuan: "Not really." He looked at Lin Xiumao deeply.
Lin Mao wanted to take it apart even more, so he opened the scroll quickly with the speed at which he could operate the mecha.
Then, what came into view was a scene of two men entangled in each other, with nothing on.
Jiang Xuan took a deep breath, but Lin Mao looked at him for a few seconds, then began to study the contents of the picture carefully.
Lin Xiumao pursed his lips and said, "Brother, it's OK. I've seen other men naked before."
Jiang Xuan chuckled, then snatched the scroll from Lin Ximao's hand. He couldn't help but move forward and kissed Lin Ximao on the lips: "Do you know how I paint?"
Lin Xiumao shook his head, and Jiang Xuan whispered in his ear: "I'm painting in front of the mirror..."
The scene changed, and before Lin Xiumao could react, Jiang Xuan had already pushed him onto the carpet.