Song Qinghuan really didn't know Yanwen was such a person.
Mr. Wu said: "Yes, it is the child that the girl rescued a few days ago."
"I have lived to this age, old slave, and I have never seen such a smart child. Especially his photographic memory is such an eye-opener for me."
Song Qinghuan then remembered the young boy who picked it up casually that day, and immediately realized: "It turns out it's called Yanwen, which is a good name."
When she saved Yanwen, it was just a moment of soft-heartedness. She was so busy these days that she left him in the makeup pavilion and ignored him.
Now, Mr. Wu came to the Hou Mansion to sit there all day long because of him.
Song Qinghuan asked: "Is his injury healed?"
Mr. Wu said: "Okay, okay, it's time for the youngster to grow. He can just take care of him for a few days and he will be fine."
He added: "This child is really kind. As soon as he recovers from his injury, he helps out in the dressing room. He doesn't complain or complain about being tired. He does more than he talks about."
"Yesterday, I accidentally discovered that this kid is not only literate, but also has a photographic memory. I have to rely on an abacus to calculate accounts all day long. This kid is good. Once you report the number, he can calculate the accounts for you.
Come on, I haven't made a mistake yet."
"Girl, this old slave came here with his wife as a dowry. He can be regarded as an old man in this house. He is quite old and has never asked for anything. Now he just wants to get the inkstone and doesn't say anything.
Train me, follow the old slave and gain more experience, I'm afraid you will be able to be reused by girls in the future."
Mr. Wu is a down-to-earth person, and he rarely praises people to the point of saying that there is nothing in the sky or on the earth.
Song Qinghuan heard it funny. The inkstone was just saved casually, and he didn't even know the details. However, Mr. Wu held him up like this, which showed that this person was either really capable, or he was used to talking to people.
Human words, damn the mouth that talks nonsense.
However, she is currently short of someone. No matter what the background of this person is, she can stay and have a look first, just in case he can really be used.
Seeing that Song Qinghuan didn't speak for a while, Mr. Wu said anxiously: "Girl, this kid is really a good kid..."
"Sir, don't worry." Song Qinghuan said: "This inkstone was just saved casually. He has neither signed a contract of sale nor a contract of long-term and short-term employment with our Dinzhuang Pavilion. I don't have to say it. It depends on him."
Woolen cloth."
Then he said, "I think that child looks good and is literate. He may not be an ordinary child. Maybe he is just staying here temporarily and will go home soon."
"The old slave asked." When Mr. Wu heard this, he became anxious. He was afraid that Song Qinghuan would not accept the inkstone, so he said: "Although this child didn't say where he was from, he did say that he has no father or mother. Miss
He is also his savior. If he can be used, he would like to stay in Dianzhuang Pavilion and serve the girl."
This was said tactfully, but whether he had said it or not, Mr. Wu had to know in his own mind.
Seeing Mr. Wu being so concerned, Song Qinghuan became somewhat curious about this young man named Yanwen.
After thinking about it, he was not in a dilemma after all: "My husband has said so, what else can I say? You ask him yourself, if you are willing to stay, if you are not willing, we can't force it."
"Hey, this old slave is just waiting for the girl to say this." Mr. Wu suddenly beamed with joy, as if something important had settled on his mind.
After seeing Mr. Wu off, Song Qinghuan had sobered up from most of his wine. After thinking about it, he decided to ask Texue to tell Liu Ping to pay more attention to the young man named Yanwen when he went to the Dianzhuang Pavilion.
After Taxue left, Xunmei packed up her clothes and jewelry and asked her through the curtain, "Girl, what do you want to wear to the banquet today?"
"Going to a banquet? What kind of banquet?" Song Qinghuan looked confused.
As soon as Xunmei heard this, she came out of the room with a loud voice: "Miss, I don't remember. You said you wanted to invite Young Master Chen, who is your good friend, to have dinner."
"Oh my god!" Song Qinghuan slapped her head, she really didn't remember anything.
They say drinking can ruin things, but they are absolutely right.
Song Qinghuan looked embarrassed: "Whatever, we're not here to meet each other."
When Xunmei heard what she said, she started chirping again: "You don't like to look at someone with disdain. Don't let the girl say such things again in the future. Then Mr. Chen Er is not a good person, and the girl can't fall in love with him."
He is."
Song Qinghuan was so nagged by her that she reluctantly responded, then raised the curtain and went into the inner room to lie down.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered that I had begged for some rouge and gouache at Baihua Tower yesterday. I suddenly became more energetic and sat up quickly.
But when he glanced around, he didn't see anything. He raised his voice and asked Xunmei: "I brought some things back yesterday. Where did they go?"
Xunmei raised the curtain and entered the house, pulled out a baggage from the cupboard on the east side, and brought out the same small jar of wine.
"What did you say, girl?" Seeing Song Qinghuan nodding, he hurriedly patted his chest. When he was cleaning up the house in the morning, he almost threw it away. Fortunately, Texue said a few more words and stayed.
Song Qinghuan rewrapped her shoes and opened the bundle. She was relieved when she saw that all the rouge and gouache were inside.
What impressed me the most was the purple lipstick used by Lilac, which has the aroma of grapes.
Song Qinghuan pulled out the box of lip balm, carefully dug out some, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.
But for a moment, his mind changed again, and he called Xunmei: "Go and invite Sister Yunwei over. I have something to ask her."
Xunmei left in response, and not long after, Zhang Yunwei came over wearing homely clothes.
Before he even entered the room, he laughed: "How come you, a busy man, have time at home today?"
Her face was full of smiles, a little rosy, and her eyes were full of tenderness.
Song Qinghuan smiled when he saw her cheerful face, beckoned and said, "But my brother-in-law is about to leave?"
Zhang Yunwei's little thought was exposed, and he couldn't help but blush, and nodded: "Yes, I just received the letter."
Song Qinghuan looked at her with a hint of playfulness: "The family is finally reunited, so I have to congratulate my sister."
The two of them laughed and laughed, and then Song Qinghuan got down to business. He took out the box of purple lipstick, picked some out and applied it on the back of Zhang Yunwei's hand, and asked: "Sister, what do you think of the color of this lipstick?"
The lipstick looks dark in color, but when applied lightly, it turns out to be lighter in color. Zhang Yunwei's skin is already fair, but when applied, the lipstick makes his skin even whiter, which makes him look very good-looking.
Zhang Yunwei's eyes lit up: "This color is quite novel."
At that time, people mostly loved the color red. Whether it was rouge or lipstick, bright red was the main color. In the makeup shop, either bright red or light red, pink, and purple were rarely used.
Out of curiosity, he asked her again: "Is it Master Niu's new thing?"
Song Qinghuan didn't even think about it and said, "I got this from Baihua Tower yesterday.
