Allow her to be pampered

I ate wontons early on Sunday morning.

The cook of the Wu family thought that the young master had a tricky mouth, so he would not eat it unless he had this one bite, so he recreated a meal with the fillings mixed by Chi Rong.

The cook's craftsmanship is naturally a hundred times more exquisite than Chi Rong's. In comparison, the bowl of wontons she made last night was really bland.

Chi Rong only took a sip, then anxiously went to peek at Wu Qingzhi's expression.

Wu Qingzhi's expression was flat, and he answered without asking: "The pepper is a bit choking."

After all, he poured himself a cup of hot tea and swallowed it, as if to suppress the taste.

Chi Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yesterday the housekeeper made an appointment with a tailor to measure his body, and today he arrived at the Wu mansion on time.

The visitor was a middle-aged man with gray eyes, his skin was white and cold, his bones had the outline of a Chinese, but he was deeper than ordinary people.

Chi Rong was a little surprised, this turned out to be a tailor of mixed race, presumably tailoring clothes for high-ranking officials and nobles, with a decent style.

After Wu Qingzhi's introduction, Chi Rong learned that the tailor's surname was Tong and his first name was Zude, so he called him Mr. Tong.

Mr. Tong's movements are brisk and skillful, and a soft ruler dances like flying flowers.

Neck around, shoulders stretched, chest and waist, buttocks and legs, the ruler does not touch the body, I really understand Chi Rong, a girl who is half-civilized by gender.

After Chi Rong checked his body, it was Wu Qingzhi's turn.

Mr. Tong put a soft ruler around his waist, and said, "Young Master Wu did lose a lot of weight during his illness. Why don't I keep two inches? After I recover, I will gain some flesh and my size will be just right."

Wu Qingzhi nodded in agreement. The two of them seemed to be related by the old employer, and they could still chat for a few days: "My wife is good at cooking. I'm afraid she will gain weight, which is a good thing."

Chi Rong at the side was bored, Wu Qingzhi clicked on her inexplicably, turned his head, and stared deeply, expressing affection.

Chi Rong blushed when he saw it, so she turned her head away, the plate of egg tarts in her hand was too bad to eat, poked it down with a fork, and picked out the soft and springy egg tarts, leaving a hollow tart shell .

After measuring the body, Mr. Tong will ask them about the style.

Wu Qingzhi was easy to dismiss, all of them were straight suits, some only had flat lapel and notch lapel collar, but it was changed to Chi Rong, so it was difficult to choose clothes.

Chi Rong was worrying about what style to choose, but Wu Qingzhi took away the brochure with illustrations and returned it to Mr. Tong: "If it is difficult to choose, I will make a suit of every style."

Although Chi Rong's family is rich, their food and clothing expenses are not extravagant. Even if their daughter wants to be pampered, they can buy any kind of skirt for her, but it is really unprecedented to cut ten or twenty pieces at once like today. It's been a big deal.

Chi Rong leaned into Wu Qingzhi's ear and asked secretly, "Do you usually spend money so extravagantly?"

Wu Qingzhi thought that Chi Rong was worried about his finances, so he comforted him: "It's just cutting a few clothes, it's nothing."

"No, no, I mean, it's too wasteful, and the clothes are hard to wear, so it's not necessary to do so much."

Chi Rong's eyes were sincere, and he looked like a good boy.

Wu Qingzhi laughed: "Chi Rong, how can it be considered a waste to make it for you to wear?"

He raised his eyebrows, and exchanged a smile with Mr. Tong, and it was considered that the deal was settled.

Mr. Tong packed up the tools, put the chalk tape squarely back into the suitcase, and sat for a while.

During the greeting time, the housekeeper fetched the check and waited for Wu Qingzhi to sign it before asking the servant to send Mr. Tong back together with the cloth for tailoring.

After packing up their outfits, Wu Qingzhi began to think about presents.

Naturally, Chi Rong would not have anything to refer to.

Her family is informal in everything they do, and they don't have the habit of being picky, which means they don't have extreme likes and dislikes.

Wu Qing subconsciously gathered the shawl.

This shawl is really easy to use, light and soft, warm but not dry.

Just as he was thinking like this, an aura suddenly appeared.

"Chi Rong, I remember you said that this cloak belongs to your father-in-law, but is it his favorite?"

Chi Rong shook his head: "Father only gathers around when the weather is too cold to bear."

"Then if I keep this thing, it doesn't count as taking love with a knife." Wu Qingzhi said, "Father-in-law won't leave this time when he returns to China, right?"

"I probably won't leave. Father has gone to Germany all these years to study German, and he will still come back to work in the future."

Chi Rong was also curious about how Wu Qingzhi could guess his father's job assignment, so he asked him how he knew.

Wu Qingzhi was originally a student studying abroad, and he is well versed in the ways of studying abroad.

After Chi Kexin finished his exams, he naturally got a doctorate, and it happened that his daughter was getting married, so he could return to China.

Wu Qingzhi sent people to inquire about Chi Kexin's work in China. Although Chi Kexin was a scholar, he was also a translator.

On weekdays, he has to provide literary translations for the government affairs bookstore, and he also gives lectures at language schools. If there are Germans involved in the civil construction of the shares, he must also be hired to translate.

He is needed everywhere in the country, and it is most likely that he will not be stationed in Germany again.

Now that he had verified his father-in-law's recent situation with Chi Rong, Wu Qingzhi had an idea of ​​choosing a gift.

"Chi Rong, let me take you to an interesting place."

Wu Qingzhi smiled lightly.

The car was guided by Wu Qingzhi and went to Zhongyang Avenue, where it still got off at Dayang Department Store. There was a constant flow of cars and pedestrians at the intersection.

But this time, Wu Qingzhi took a slant and took Chi Rong across the alley, and went around to the back of the department store.

An old and low tube building is hidden here by urban planning.

Chi Rong followed Wu Qingzhi step by step, thinking to himself, if this is not in the center of the city, it must be a good place where delicious food gathers.

"Is there some great craftsman hidden here?"

Chi Rong opened her mouth to make fun of it, but she didn't want to teach her to hit the right way.

Wu Qingzhi nodded slightly, and led her into the stairwell piled with briquettes.

Just go up one floor and turn to the left. The door of the first room is open, with a bamboo curtain hanging down, and the sound of metal knocking can be heard inside.

Chi Rong felt an adventurous mood. What Wu Qingzhi said was interesting, and she really wanted to see a thing or two.

Knock on the door, and an old man in the room answers.

Chi Rong followed Wu Qingzhi into the house, and found that there is something different here.

The room is small, but there is a huge window, and there is a shiny white wooden table in front of the window, and the old man is working at the desk with a tiny hammer in his hand.There are wooden cabinets on all sides of the room, sealed with transparent glass doors, and inside are rows of pens and nibs of various styles.

This is a pen workshop.

"Master, I want to make a few pens, the sooner the better, is there enough time for the project?"

Wu Qingzhi asked politely.

The old man has a surly temperament and a bad temper, but he didn't lift his head when he was questioned, he just murmured out a sentence: "How did you find me?"

Wu Qingzhi took a pen from his front pocket and handed it forward.

This is exactly the tortoiseshell pen he uses most often. Every time Chi Rong sees him writing, he always insists on using this pen.

"12 years ago, my father sent me to study abroad, and gave me a pen with a gold-plated nib from you. Six years ago, I accidentally broke the nib. When I returned home, my father sent the pen to recast, so in use so far."

Hearing what he said, the old man stopped what he was doing, took the pen and examined it carefully, then disassembled it to look at the various parts, and then said: "It is indeed the tip of the pen I typed. A person like you It’s rare that a pen has been used for more than ten years!”

Wu Qingzhi kept silent.

Chi Rong knew that he didn't want to mention his father too much, and the relationship between their father and son was always unspeakable, but Chi Rong made a note in his heart, this pen was actually a gift from Wu Qingzhi's father, and he kept it with him all the time!