The two of them left the cinema together. The lights were starting to go on outside. After consulting Luo Xiaoqian, Leng Zimo took her to Quanjude to eat roast duck.
After dinner, it was only eight o'clock.
"You still have time, where do you want to go? Lufthansa, Wangfujing or Guomao..."
After watching the movie and eating, the next item is shopping!
“Let’s go to Wangfujing!”
Leng Zimo parked the car in the parking lot of Oriental Xintiandi, and the two of them went shopping together. After only a while, Luo Xiaoqian began to lose interest.
It's not that the stuff is bad, it's just that the price is too expensive.
Any item can easily cost four or five figures, which is really beyond her consumption level.
Now, except for the two million in his gold card and bank card, she only has a few hundred yuan of money that really belongs to her.
"I can buy it for you."
Seeing her thoughts, Leng Zimo pulled her aside and whispered.
Luo Xiaoqian turned around and said, "How can that be okay? I want to give you something, how can you pay for it?"
"give me?"
"That's right!" Luo Xiaoqian looked at him with a smile, "It's not rude to come and go without reciprocating. If you treat me to dinner or watch a movie and keep my flowers private, of course I have to show something!"
Looking at her smiling face, he pondered for a moment.
"Since it's a gift for me, can I have anything I want?"
"Of course!" Luo Xiaoqian agreed while not forgetting to add, "The premise is that it is within my payment range."
“Definitely within your payment range!”
Leng Zimo grabbed her hand and strode away from Oriental Xintiandi to a store on the basement floor of Xindong'an Mall not far away with a wooden plaque that read "Informal".
This is a place that specializes in traditional handicrafts such as clay sculptures and clay sculptures. There are a wide variety of products on the shelves, ranging from small ones no more than the size of a finger to large ones as tall as a person.
There were not many customers in the store. An old man was sitting on a chair holding a clay doll. When he saw them coming in, he didn't say much special greetings.
Leng Zimo looked around and his eyes stopped on the clay doll in the hand of the craftsman.
"I want this!"
Luo Xiaoqian knew for the first time that there was such a place in Wangfujing, and she looked around curiously, with a fresh look on her face. When she heard him speak, she turned around and saw that the clay figurine in the hands of the old craftsman was about to take shape.
It was a fat female doll wearing a Tang suit, with two small buns. Her face had not yet been painted, but just looking at it that way, she must have a very bright smile.
"Uncle, how much does this cost?" Luo Xiaoqian immediately asked the price.
"60!" The old man blew the paint gently and quoted the price.
"Okay, then I'll take it!" Luo Xiaoqian's heart immediately fell back to its original position. 60 yuan was not enough to stop her.
She took out the money from her bag, but Leng Zimo didn't fight her, and asked the old man, "Can I color it myself?"
The old man raised his eyelids, which he had not raised, to look at him, and immediately sent the clay figurine over.
Leng Zimo sat on the chair, picked up the brush, glanced at Luo Xiaoqian who was looking over curiously, dipped the brush in paint, and started sketching.
With three strokes and two strokes, he painted a baby face with a bright smile. The expression was 70% to 80% similar to Luo Xiaoqian's.
The eyes of the old man on the side were bright, "Looks like this, is he an expert?"
"Draw whatever you want."
Leng Zimo turned the clay figure over and squeezed Luo Xiaoqian's palm.
