Immediately, Wang Jinghui put the unfinished sword blank into cold water to quench it.
With a "squeak" sound, the sword blank cooled rapidly and formed a hard surface. After the quenching was completed, Wang Jinghui took the sword blank out of the water and placed it on the anvil.
“If all goes well, the next step is sanding and carving.”
"Then, a sharp, strong, and powerful sword was born?" Tang Xiaowan said excitedly.
"Yes, she was born. What a cute little sister, hahaha!"
Hearty laughter suddenly sounded.
Although time was limited and many processes were omitted, Tang Xiaowan was still full of admiration and respect for Wang Jinghui's superb forging skills.
"Brother, you are simply..."
Before she finished speaking, Tang Xiaowan quickly stopped. She remembered what Leng Lingxiao had said, and she was determined not to praise other men in front of him, otherwise the consequences would be serious.
Although Wang Jinghui belongs to the grandfather generation and is already 65 years old, he is still a man after all.
Huahua, I guess you will be unhappy, right?
Faced with Tang Xiaowan's hesitation, Wang Jinghui seemed to have noticed something. He turned his head to look at Leng Lingxiao and coughed twice at him.
The tacit understanding between men is indeed very high.
Leng Lingxiao immediately smiled and said: "Brother Wang is so old and strong, he is running this place really well!"
"After all, I founded this factory with my own hands, and I relied on it to start my family and have feelings for it." Wang Jinghui replied meaningfully.
Indeed, the equipment produced by Jinghui Tool Factory is of very high quality and enjoys a good reputation throughout the country. It made Wang Jinghui a lot of money and quickly made him the richest man in Huangcheng.
"Is my gadget also processed here?" Tang Xiaowan asked curiously.
"No, it's in Qingcheng."
"You also have a tool factory in Qingcheng?"
Wang Jinghui shook his head and said with a smile: "It's a small workshop at most. It's a little bigger than Old Cui's knife shop in Jincheng, but it's very small."
"Wow, you actually traveled back and forth between three places. You really like role-playing!"
Wang Jinghui laughed heartily after hearing this.
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It was already five o'clock in the afternoon after visiting the tool factory. Leng Lingxiao was very grateful for Wang Jinghui's warm hospitality and suggested that the three of them get together.
However, I was too full for lunch, so I had to settle for afternoon tea instead.
So, they went to a tea restaurant.
The store decoration here is simple, fashionable and grand, with wooden tables, chairs and retro chandeliers giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.
In particular, the walls of the restaurant are covered with various old-fashioned photos, recording the centuries-old history and changes of this tea restaurant. Every photo is full of stories, as if telling the beautiful memories between each guest and the tea restaurant.
In the center of the restaurant, there is a small stage with a black grand piano placed on it.
They chose a seat by the window.
After sitting down, the waiter brought plates of exquisite snacks and corresponding tea.
Here are some of Wang Jinghui’s favorite tea snacks: green tea madeleine, black tea date cake, salty peanut cake, black plum cake, etc.
They are all very traditional Chinese tea snacks and are very suitable for the elderly.
There are also: tiramisu, French puffs, strawberry mousse cake, macarons, etc., and these are Tang Xiaowan's favorites.
"Brother Leng Xian, you are so considerate!"
"I ordered it on the way here to save time." Leng Lingxiao coughed twice and replied.
"Oh, let me tell you, it's pretty good."
Wang Jinghui nodded with satisfaction. He did it on purpose, just to tell Tang Xiaowan.
In fact, as soon as he entered the door, he noticed a clue. This tea restaurant was very famous in Huangcheng, but at this time, there were few customers and there were only two tables. He suspected that Leng Lingxiao had reserved the restaurant.
The three of them drank tea and chatted.
During this period, Tang Xiaowan also asked Wang Jinghui for a lot of knowledge about sword forging.
But what she didn't know was that Leng Lingxiao's parents had also arrived. At this moment, two old men in disguise were looking at her from time to time.
"Hello sir, what would you like to order?" the waiter asked respectfully, holding the menu.
Seeing her husband Leng Jiangping's hesitation, Mrs. Leng immediately smiled and said: "A pot of Longjing, a shrimp dumpling, a sweet peanut cake, tiramisu and..."
When ordering, Mrs. Leng didn't even look at the menu and just ordered blindly. After all, they didn't come here for afternoon tea.
"Okay ma'am, please wait a moment."
Not long after, the waiter brought everything ordered one by one and said with a smile: "Sir, Madam, please take your time."
"Okay, okay, thank you."
However, Leng Jiangping had no appetite for the refreshments in front of him. His thoughts were all on Tang Xiaowan and Leng Lingxiao.
A magazine became a prop for his peeping.
"It's only been a few years since I last saw him. He's changed so much. Look at his little appearance. The food smells delicious. You can just take it home anytime. It's so cute!"
Mrs. Leng glanced at her husband and couldn't help laughing when she saw how nervous he was.
"Look, why are you nervous? We are here to see our daughter-in-law, not to be thieves. Relax, you won't recognize her."
"Yes, yes, we were still young last time we met."
Mrs. Leng smiled and shook her head, then got up and went to the center of the restaurant.
"Everyone, excuse me, today is a very important day for us old couple, so I would like to ask, which friend can play the piano, can you play a song?"
She deliberately scanned the audience, hoping that her son would take the initiative to stand up and perform well.
However, Leng Lingxiao did not move at all.
He is angry, angry that his parents have made their own decisions and should not show up like this.
At this moment, Wang Jinghui was sipping tea when he suddenly heard Mrs. Leng's voice and quickly looked sideways. Everyone was a well-known person in Huangcheng. Who wouldn't know each other?
Hey, how pitiful the hearts of parents in the world are!
No wonder the elegant private room is not in use, the relationship has been premeditated.
Okay, then I will be a good person and do it to the end.
"Brother Leng Xian, I remember..." After hearing Leng Lingxiao's two coughs, Wang Jinghui immediately changed his words, "I remember a celebrity once said that the piano is the instrument that can best express emotions, but unfortunately I don't know how to do it. ,What a pity!"
After saying this, Tang Xiaowan stood up and said loudly: "Auntie, if you and uncle don't mind, I can try to play it."
Wang Jinghui: Children can be taught!
Leng Lingxiao: Do you want to play children's songs?
At this moment, Mrs. Leng was filled with admiration, thinking that Tang Xiaowan was indeed as her son said, not only smart, kind, but also courageous.
"Thank you little girl!"
"You're welcome, as long as you don't mind it."
"No, no, Auntie is so happy!" Mrs. Leng said with a smile, and then returned to her seat.
After Tang Xiaowan glanced at Leng Lingxiao, she slowly walked towards the grand piano, and after just a few casual auditions, she officially started.
A sweet smile blooms instantly!
Leng Lingxiao's heart felt like it was being grabbed by something. He was worried about Tang Xiaowan and was always ready to rush to the rescue.
(End of chapter)
