After returning, the four of them had dinner together.
Hu Miaomiao and Qi Mao are still sticky when they sit together. From time to time they look at each other or touch the back of each other's hands, which makes their hearts beat loudly.
At this time, Mr. Hu asked about the batch of long swords and learned that Qi Mao had already made them. He nodded with satisfaction and praised him.
"Brother Mao, you are really better than the old master. You can do more work than your father did back then. I will give you the blacksmith shop and you can rest assured."
The blacksmith shop in his family has been passed down for several generations, but it cannot be stopped here. Now that Brother Mao is here, it has solved one of his worries.
As a result, Mr. Hu was more satisfied with Qi Mao and said that he would hand over all the blacksmith shops to him.
But there are still many shops in the house, and Qi Mao can't handle them alone, and Hu Miaomiao doesn't know anything about it...
Thinking of this, Mr. Hu began to worry again. How old would he have to be before he could quit?
However, Mr. Hu's mentality has always been very good, and he quickly figured out that he could still do it anyway, and it wouldn't matter if he was tired.
"Dad, I sold the Longquan sword forged by Brother Mao today. It cost a few hundred taels. The person who bought the sword also praised Brother Mao for his superb skills."
"Is there still such a thing?" Mr. Hu was very happy and suddenly no longer felt tired.
"Of course it's true. Brother Mao's forging skills are the best in the world!" Hu Miaomiao and Yourongyan praised Qi Mao.
Mrs. Hu joked: "It's amazing, can you still defend Brother Mao?"
"Mom!" Hu Miaomiao was embarrassed, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Under the table, a big hand suddenly grasped her little hand tightly, and intentionally scratched her palm a few times.
Hu Miaomiao's heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect Qi Mao to be so bold and dared to secretly hold her hand right now, and her blush became even worse.
Immediately, Hu Miaomiao kicked him lightly, asking him to let go of him.
Unexpectedly, Qi Mao not only did not let go of her little hand, but held it tighter, and even intertwined his fingers with hers.
"Brother Mao, let me go quickly, your parents will find out!" Hu Miaomiao leaned close to his ear, her tone a little anxious.
Qi Mao curled his lips and smiled, and he also leaned close to her ear and said deliberately: "Don't let go, I just want them to know."
Hu Miaomiao panicked immediately, thinking he was serious, and glanced at his parents unconsciously, only to find that they were looking at him with a teasing smile.
"Father, mother, don't think too much!"
The two of them nodded in unison, as if they didn't notice their little moves. After all, they were happy to see Hu Miaomiao and Qi Mao being so sticky.
Hu Miaomiao took out her hand and almost buried her face in the bowl in shame.
Looking at the only chicken leg, Hu Miaomiao put it into Qi Mao's bowl and said with a smile: "Brother Mao, you are very tired from forging, please eat more."
He didn't eat chicken legs during the day, but now he can finally eat them.
However, Qi Mao still gave her the chicken legs and said, "I'm not tired, and I don't like chicken legs."
However, Hu Miaomiao remembered that when he was a child, he clearly loved eating chicken drumsticks, but now that he said he didn't like it, he must be lying.
"Mom, you have to ask your servants to keep two chicken legs from now on, one for me and one for Brother Mao."
Otherwise, Brother Mao would always leave the chicken legs to her and he would not be able to eat them.
Mrs. Hu sighed quietly, pretending to be unhappy, and said: "You are so big that you can't help your mother. Do you know that if you and Brother Mao have a chicken drumstick each, your father and I don't have to eat?"
When Hu Miaomiao heard this, she felt that she was too unworthy and was about to give her the chicken legs.
"That's all, I won't eat your chicken legs. Those are the ones you left for Brother Mao." Mrs. Hu saw through her little thoughts and joked: "You only have Brother Mao in your heart, right?"
"No!" Hu Miaomiao was too shy and wanted to find a hole to crawl in.
At this time, Qi Mao secretly squeezed her little hand and rubbed her leg a few times.
Both of them knew this clear hint, and when they thought about the private meeting at night, they couldn't help but feel restless.
After dinner, it was getting dark, and Father Hu and Mother Hu returned to the house.
Hu Miaomiao took a shower and changed clothes early under the care of the maid, and sewed her purse under the candlelight. But how could she be a female celebrity? She went crazy over and over again, and her stitches were still crooked.
Let’s not talk about whether it is beautiful or not, but the purse she sewed really leaked money. If Qi Mao found out, he would definitely laugh to death.
So, Hu Miaomiao took apart the purse again, and was bound to sew a usable and exquisite purse.
"Miss, how about I sew it for you?" The maid felt sorry for her eyes and wished she could do it directly.
"No, I want to sew it myself. Only then will I be satisfied."
The maid felt even more distressed and advised: "Miss, you'd better not do this, your fingers will be pricked."
Hu Miaomiao smiled slightly and asked her to go to bed first, and he would go to sleep after sewing for a while.
As a result, she was the only one left in the room, her figure stretched by the candlelight.
Hu Miaomiao was still sewing her purse. Even if she was pricked again and again, she didn't want to let it go. She felt that she would be able to do it.
For some reason, she just wanted to prove herself in front of Qi Mao and impress him.
Suddenly, Hu Miaomiao thought of Qi Mao and the agreement with him. He stood up immediately and said in a panic: "Ah! Damn it, I forgot!"
"Haha, you still know that you forgot?" A voice sounded outside the door.
Hu Miaomiao shrank her neck and immediately opened the door. When she saw Qi Mao, her heart skipped a beat.
This time she was really in trouble. She actually forgot her agreement with Brother Mao and was even found.
"Brother Mao, it's not too late, hehehe..."
Hu Miaomiao smiled flatteringly and hugged his arm affectionately. It was scary that he was scolding himself.
Qi Mao looked inside and saw the basket on the table. He asked funnyly: "Are you really sewing purses?"
Because the sewing was too ugly, Hu Miaomiao didn't want to be seen by him, so she wanted to hide it, but was a step too late.
Qi Mao grabbed the crookedly sewn purse and immediately laughed, "Haha, no wonder Mrs. Hu wants to send you to learn female beauty."
Hu Miaomiao snatched the purse and said angrily: "Brother Mao, my fingers are about to be pricked, and you still laugh at me!"
"Show me." Qi Mao immediately grabbed her little hand. When he saw the red and swollen wounds, he frowned, "Don't sew your purse anymore, and don't even touch the needle!"
Hu Miaomiao smiled happily, "Brother Mao, you love me so much."
Qi Mao found it funny and asked: "Are you satisfied now? If I sell you one day, will you help me count the money?"
"No way, you're not willing to sell me out!" Hu Miaomiao hugged his neck, her tone sweet and sweet.
As soon as the two of them got stuck together, they couldn't stand it anymore.
Qi Mao held her earlobe in his mouth, and the strong male scent sprayed on the side of her face, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Come to my place, okay?"
"good……"
