A Different Husband Every Day

Sui Sui. Li Weiyin also went up with He Congyue and Xu Yimo who were carrying luggage.

Soon the two people met, Zhang Suisui looked up at Apple's small face, his bright eyes flashed with excitement: Sister Yinyin, you are here, I have been waiting for you for a long time, you see I have grown so tall!

Yeah, you've grown so tall. Li Weiyin stretched out her hand and gestured. It's been two years since I've seen you. This little girl has grown a lot taller.

Hee hee hee... Zhang Suisui smiled contentedly, Sister Yinyin, come with me, my father went out today, my mother is at home cleaning up your room, let me take you there.

Saying that, he bounced up and ran to He Congyue's side again: Uncle, let me help you carry your backpack.

No, I can move. He Congyue refused expressionlessly. In fact, compared to other people, He Congyue's eyebrows and eyes were already soft.

But Zhang Suisui still felt that He Congyue was a little cold, so she immediately ran to Li Weiyin's side, looking a little timid.

Don't be afraid, he is like this. He doesn't like to smile when he sees anyone. Li Weiyin comforted, and then handed the fruit in his hand to Zhang Suisui, Suisui carry one for me, let's go to your house quickly, I will I miss the Liangpi and Shuijianbao made by your mother.

My mother knows that sister Yinyin likes to eat, so she's ready. Zhang Suisui immediately forgot about He Congyue, and couldn't wait to take them home.

Zhang Suisui's house was a very nice country house with a lot of empty rooms, so Li Weiyin dared to bring someone over.

Zhang Suisui's mother is Lu Ping. She has the weathered face of a working woman in the countryside, but she has a friendly smile. She treats them very warmly, with hot water and hot towels for wiping, and the hospitality of melon and fruit tea, which makes Li Weiyin a little uncomfortable. Excuse me.

What kind of painting is this? He Congyue walked to the living room and looked at a large painting hanging in the living room, which was very shiny and textured.

That's one of the reasons why I came here. This is a straw painting. Li Weiyin and Xu Yimo walked over, I stayed at Suisui's house when I was traveling before. Her grandfather's craftsmanship is very good, but unfortunately their family doesn't recognize it. This is for a living.

Is this straw painting? He Congyue had heard of this kind of thing, but it was the first time he had seen it.

Wheat straw painting began in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, using the luster and texture of the straw itself to create paintings through multiple processes such as fumigation, steaming, bleaching, scraping, pushing, ironing, cutting, engraving, and knitting. The paintings produced are lifelike and vivid.

Li Weiyin not only wanted to get some back for decoration, but also wanted to display this kind of thing in a special counter.

The other thing is that Li Weiyin plans to buy flour from the village. Li Weiyin has been to many places and eaten a lot of pasta, each with its own characteristics, but the pasta made from the flour here is very delicious, not to mention incomparable, at least unique .

The summer night was long, and the sky was still bright at seven o'clock. Their dining table was set in the open-air yard. Lu Ping invited Zhang Suisui's grandfather and uncle to entertain the guests, because Zhang Tiantian hadn't come back yet.

Lu Ping made a lot of pasta, and both He Congyue and Xu Yimo thought it was very delicious.

After dinner, they sat in the yard to cool off, and Li Weiyin mentioned this to the old man.

I'll invite the village cadres to come over and talk to you about the flour tomorrow. What Li Weiyin wanted was a large quantity. If it wasn't supplied by their family, he couldn't make the decision. He paused, I want to paint... Girl, this is really embarrassing the old man.