In addition to the haunted house, there is also a lively market in the East Square. With the new gadgets coming from the circus, the three little ones saw what they liked and bought a bunch of things, all of which were held by Lin Yu.
Chu Qingwan felt very sorry: "Mr. Lin, let me help you share some of it."
Lin Yu shook his head: "It's fine if Divine Doctor Chu is in charge of my prince."
There was nothing wrong with his words, but the scene in the haunted house popped into Chu Qingwan's mind.
This was different from the last time she accidentally caught it. She felt it truly. She could only say that the God of War was the God of War and was powerful in all aspects.
Thinking of this, Chu Qingwan's eyes moved downward unconsciously.
As if he could guess what she was thinking, Mo Jingyu bit his back teeth and said, "Doctor Chu, in broad daylight, don't go too far."
Chu Qingwan pouted: "Can you really see it or something?"
Mo Jingyu clenched his teeth: "Do you still want to see it?"
Chu Qingwan didn't want to think about it, she was just used to quarreling and retorted reflexively.
Lin Yu was confused as he listened, and the three milk dumplings didn't understand either: "Mother, uncle, what are you talking about?"
Chu Qingwan cleared her throat: "Nothing, what else do you want to play?"
After the words fell, a few people happened to walk to a small stall. Yuanyuan stopped and said enthusiastically: "Mother, let's draw a picture of this."
It turned out that it was a portrait stall. The stall owner had a handsome face and a pleasant smile. Half of the charcoal pen seemed to come alive under his hands, and he could outline the outline of a person in the blink of an eye.
Without color or modification, it is a very simple yet lifelike sketch.
Chu Qingwan said yes, and after waiting for the last customer to finish, he paid the stall owner and asked the three little ones to pose as they liked and not move.
Tiantian stood politely, and before the stall owner started writing, he came over to pull her and Mo Jingyu over: "Mother and uncle are also together."
Chu Qingwan didn't care and looked at Mo Jingyu pleadingly. The latter hummed a single note in his nose and agreed.
The five people gathered together, Chu Qingwan stood behind Mo Jingyu, Tiantian automatically climbed onto his lap, Tuantuan and Yuanyuan were on both sides.
The stall owner raised his eyes and said in amazement: "I can't find anyone in Kyoto who is more handsome than your family."
Chu Qingwan wanted to explain that we were not a family, but Yuanyuan spoke first: "That's right! So you have to restore our appearance to the greatest extent, especially to highlight the atmosphere of a family!"
The stall owner smiled: "I'll try my best."
It is difficult to draw a group portrait. The stall owner observed it for a while before taking action. It took longer than painting five people individually, but the finished product was perfect.
The three little ones circulated it around and couldn't put it down.
Tuantuan was so happy that he took another ingot of silver from his sleeve pocket and gave it to the stall owner.
The latter raised his eyebrows happily: "Hey, the young master spends a lot of money. He will be a good person among people at first glance. He will definitely be successful in the future."
Tuantuan twitched his lips and said, "I'll lend you your blessing, but my ultimate dream is to eat and die."
After saying that, he walked up to chase his younger brothers and sisters. The stall owner also got up to close the stall and put the charcoal in the wooden box. The waiter in front of the haunted house came to him and asked him: "Boss, it's getting late. Is it time to go back?"
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The stall owner said "Hmm" and threw the painting tools to him. He picked a piece of grass from the roadside and put it in his mouth. He hummed a tune and walked carelessly.
The waiter followed him and said, "Boss, that person just now was King Qi."
The stall owner's eyelashes were lowered like crow feathers, and his voice was very light: "I know."
The guy was puzzled: "Then you..."
The stall owner looked back at the direction Mo Jingyu and others were leaving, threw away the grass in his mouth, and raised a smile on his lips: "Don't worry, I have my own plan."