"..." Mr. Wen accepted the loss and said depressedly as he continued to pick it up, "Isn't it just a few bowls? I'll pay you a whole set of imported Italian tableware."
"Thank you. I'm a poor person and can't afford those high-end products."
She knew that the tableware at Yujingwan was all valuable and could be called works of art.
In her opinion, this is the IQ tax of rich people.
When it comes to porcelain, our vast country has spanned five thousand years. Looking at it, which country in the world can compare with it?
Spend that wasted money!
"Why don't you say... hiss!" Wen Zhan was unhappy when he saw her sarcastic words. He looked up and saw her about to refute when he suddenly felt a pain in his hand!
When he looked down, he saw that the sharp porcelain sliced his finger.
Looking at the blood on his hands, Mu Wanqing rolled her eyes helplessly and mercilessly, and said with disgust, "Can you be more stupid?"
Mr. Wen became angry this time, "I'm hurt, do you have any conscience?"
"Oh, it's such a big injury! Come on, let's go to the hospital quickly, okay? The wound will heal if it's too late." Mu Wanqing stood at the door of the kitchen, mocking even more.
"..." Wen Zhan squatted there, too angry to speak.
"What, we can't even go to the hospital? Then I call an ambulance?"
"Have you had enough?"
"Not enough!" Mu Wanqing, who had a rare opportunity to ridicule him, said more harshly, "You know you don't know anything, but you still pretend to be fat. Do you think raising children is easy and doing housework is simple? ? Do you think you are pretending to be a good dad like this... Why are you feeding me? Wen Zhan, you..."
Before she could finish her words, the man squatting on the ground suddenly stood up and strode towards her.
Mu Wanqing was so frightened that she turned pale and wanted to run away, but the man grabbed her back with his uninjured hand, pressed her against the glass door of the kitchen with a bang, lowered his head and kissed her.
"Wen Zhan, you bastard!"
"Get away!"
"Well...I won't be polite if you do this again!"
She resisted angrily, pushing and pushing at the man.
Wen Zhan's right hand was bloody. In order not to stain her clothes, he always kept his distance from her with his hand outstretched.
Only her left hand was restrained, and she really pushed it away with a strong push.
But the man looked back and almost stepped on the broken pieces of dishes on the ground. Mu Wanqing's eyes narrowed again and she hurriedly shouted: "Be careful!"
Wen Zhan stopped walking, looked back at his feet, then looked back at the woman and smiled: "You still have some conscience."
"..." Mu Wanqing wiped her mouth angrily, didn't bother to talk to him, turned around and left.
Leave him to take care of himself!
Mr. Wen was the only one left in the kitchen. He turned back to the sink, calmly turned on the faucet and washed away the blood on his hands, then squatted down and continued to clean up the mess.
Mu Wanqing returned to the bedroom and lay down again to sleep with the children.
His touch still lingered on her lips, causing her to frown frequently and unconsciously rub her mouth again.
She really slept late last night, and now she felt sleepy. She fell asleep with a complicated and irritable mood.
After an unknown amount of time, voices came from the living room. She woke up with a start and listened carefully - someone was indeed coming.
Who is coming for the Chinese New Year?
The children were not awake yet, so she got up quietly, opened the door and went out.
In the kitchen, two workers were busy unpacking a large box, with Wen Zhan standing aside as the "supervisor."
Seeing Mu Wanqing approaching, he looked back and said, "Are you awake so soon? Did I disturb you?"
The woman was confused, "What are you doing?"
"Workers install the dishwasher." Wen Zhan replied matter-of-factly.
Mu Wanqing's mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to curse but couldn't find the words. After she calmed down, she said, "This is my home! Who told you to make random changes without my permission?"
Wen Zhan said: "I pay and you benefit. Isn't this okay?"
"No! I live alone and don't need a dishwasher!"
This is also true.
She finished eating alone and cleaned up easily. There was no need to go to such trouble, which was a waste of water and electricity.
The two workers had just dismantled the dishwasher, but when they saw that the owner had different opinions, they immediately wondered whether they should start installing it.
Seeing their hesitation, Wen Zhan lowered his jaw and said, "Pretend, ignore her."
"Wen Zhan! You've gone too far!" Mu Wanqing was very angry at him for forcibly interfering with her lifestyle. "And it's a Chinese New Year, so why bother bothering other workers!"
Upon hearing this, the worker smiled and said, "Madam, the installation fee your husband gave you is very generous. We are very willing to work overtime during the Chinese New Year. Don't worry, we will definitely install the dishwasher for you today. In the evening It can be used.”
The tip Wen Zhan gave was more than the price of the dishwasher itself. How could the worker be unhappy?
Such rich people who are willing to be taken advantage of are rare to find!
"What madam? I'm not his wife, and he's not my husband!" Mu Wanqing became even more angry after hearing this address.
However, before her protest could succeed, the children's cries were heard in the room.
Wen Zhan urged: "They're awake. Go and take a look. Leave this to me."
Mu Wanqing gritted her teeth angrily, glared at him fiercely, and quickly turned back to her room to take care of her children.
The worker took out the machine and started cutting the cooking table, not forgetting to chat with Wen Zhan.
"Have you made your wife angry? Hey...women can be very angry, but their temper comes and goes quickly. Just say a few nice words to calm her down."
Wen Zhan was in a good mood and chatted with the worker: "Well, it seems that you are very experienced in coaxing your wife."
"Hahaha, don't dare, it's just a matter of time. You are still young, so it's normal to be noisy. It's all for fun."
Wen Zhan thought about the way the two of them bickered today and the unexpected forced kiss, and the smile on his face became even stronger.
Indeed, it is quite interesting.
The workers installed the dishwasher, and Mu Wanqing also changed the diapers of the two children, fed their bellies, and tidied them up.
I don’t know how much tip Wen Zhan gave, but the two workers were smiling when they left, and they even said a lot of auspicious words to her.
Wen Zhan closed the door and looked back at the brother and sister sitting on the floor mat playing, his handsome face full of tenderness and sweetness: "Did you sleep, baby? Aren't you happy to have your mother with you?"
Mu Wanqing didn't want to talk to him. When she saw him coming, she got up and left, saying, "You stay with them while I prepare dinner."
"what's for dinner?"
"Northwest wind."
"..." The man was speechless for a moment. He watched her walk into the kitchen and suggested in a loud voice, "Or go out to eat at night. Some restaurants serve pretty good New Year's Eve dinners."
Mu Wanqing was too lazy to mess around, so she took out the flour and started kneading the dough, preparing to roll out the dumpling wrappers.
Wen Zhan held his sister in his arms and looked at the kitchen door with a surprised look on his face: "You can also make pasta. When did you learn how to do it?"
"I am a child from a poor family, what do you think?"
"I've never seen you do this before, I can't believe—"
"You should take care of your children and don't be verbose."
Wen Zhan wanted to chat, but Mu Wanqing was so annoyed that she turned around and pressed her elbow against the glass door, sliding it hard and closing the kitchen door.
The father and daughter looked at each other outside the glass door...
