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Chapter 15 Do you want me to accept your gift?

"Azhe, you are often in the store, and you meet different customers. You have to be good at observing." Tong Xiaojing said to Sun Zhe seriously: "Just now when the two of them entered the store, they were looking for clay pots at the first sight. They just glanced at the more delicate purple clay pots, and then moved their eyes away. When looking at the clay pots, they kept looking at them, so I concluded that they were buying clay pots. The scent of tea tea, this taste should be left after working with Pu-erh tea for a long time."

"So that's it, Miss Xiaojing, you are so powerful. You can tell after just a while that I've been here for so long, but I'm still a stunned young man." Sun Zhe blushed with embarrassment.

"Slowly you will understand. I have been exposed to purple pottery much earlier than you. When I was seven or eight years old, I learned how to make pottery from my second uncle. My mother always hurt me. She didn't study hard all day long and only knew how to play. Mud, you don’t know, when I was still wearing diapers, I followed my second uncle in the workshop.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe laughed.

"Pfft..."

At the same time, another laugh came from the hall.

Both Tong Xiaojing and Sun Zhe were startled by the sudden voice, and when they looked back, they saw two figures standing at the door.

The moment Tong Xiaojing saw the person coming, she showed a surprised expression.

Meng Junzhuo and Zhao Mo actually came.

How could they!
Zhao Mo just heard Tong Xiaojing say that when she was a child wearing diapers, she tossed and turned in the workshop, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Originally, they were still watching the play, but now they laughed out loud, and when Tong Xiaojing saw it, they seemed to be caught, a little embarrassed.

Zhao Mo coughed lightly, stepped forward and smiled, "Miss Tong, what a coincidence, we meet again!"

Zhao Mo felt embarrassed after saying this, because she really didn't know how to tell Tong Xiaojing what they were here for. Meng Junzhuo's head was also caught by the door, and the girl gave her such a good treasure. But he was obsessed with sending it back to others in person.

He doesn't want this "heart" from others.

"Mr. Zhao." Tong Xiaojing responded softly, and she turned her gaze to Meng Junzhuo: "Mr. Meng, hello!"

Meng Junzhuo looked at Tong Xiaojing. From Tong Xiaojing's eyes, he saw worry and nervousness. He was not as confident as he was talking to the guest a moment ago. His eyes were full of tenacity.

Meng Junzhuo was inexplicably unhappy in his heart. He met Tong Xiaojing's gaze and took out the box he had brought.

"Miss Tong, this thing should be yours."

When Tong Xiaojing saw the box Meng Junzhuo took out, her heart skipped a beat. He actually sent the things back in person. How much he disliked the things she sent.

Feeling a little lost in his heart, is he unwilling to accept her sincere apology after all?

She had chosen that clay pot over and over again, but he sent it back directly, which kind of slapped her in the face.

"Mr. Meng, this pot was given to you. Now it belongs to you. There is no reason to send it back."

Meng Junzhuo looked at Tong Xiaojing's dodging eyes, with an extremely cold expression on his face: "I said before, I didn't blame you, so you don't have to blame yourself, let alone give me such a valuable thing."

"I..." Tong Xiaojing didn't answer when she heard Meng Junzhuo's words.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the conversation between the two had become tense, Zhao Mo immediately stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Miss Tong, don't get me wrong, Azhuo has a weird temper, don't be as knowledgeable as him." Zhao Mo smiled and stepped forward, picked up the box and handed it to Tong Xiaojing: "This pot is the work of your second uncle. It's worth a lot, your heart, Zhuo, has received it, and he came here this time to return it to you, how could he accept such a valuable gift."

This purple pottery pot was made by the second uncle himself. The craftsmanship is complicated, and it is not of the quality that can be seen everywhere in the market. Tong Xiaojing did not expect that Meng Junzhuo would send it back for this reason.

Seeing Zhao Mo talking there, Meng Junzhuo didn't say any more. After all, Zhao Mo was better at talking than him.

Tong Xiaojing looked down at the purple pottery pot in her arms. Meng Junzhuo didn't accept this pot, and she still had a lump in her heart.

Seeing her sluggish look, Zhao Mo smiled and said: "This matter is over, don't worry about it, A Zhuo has a relatively easy job, he came here just to find me to pass the time, it doesn't exist because of your What caused him to be delayed."

"Cough cough..."

Hearing the sound, everyone followed the prestige and saw Tong Tianming coming out after changing clothes.

"Second Uncle." Tong Xiaojing called softly.

Tong Tianming walked up to Tong Xiaojing, glanced at the purple pottery pot she was holding in her arms, and then at Zhao Mo and Meng Junzhuo, probably knowing the reason for the incident.

"Young man, thank you for your help last time." Tong Tianming looked at Meng Junzhuo and Zhao Mo, and said seriously, "Our Jing girl said that you also like purple pottery, and I make decisions about everything in this workshop. You have concerns about sending it, so it’s better for the old man to make the decision, choose what you like, and I will send it to you personally.”

Zhao Mo was dumbfounded when he heard this, and he turned his head to look at Meng Junzhuo asking for help.

Meng Junzhuo stepped forward and said seriously: "Mr. Tong, your works let me see the original intention of the craftsman. This is very rare, so I plan to buy this purple pottery pot from you."

When Tong Tianming heard Meng Junzhuo's words, he shook his head quickly: "No, no, young man, I am very pleased that you can say such a thing. If you like this purple pottery pot, I will give it to you."

"If you don't take money, I won't want this pot." Meng Junzhuo said seriously.

"This……"

Seeing this, Zhao Mo stepped forward with a smile: "Mr. Tong, just take the money. This kid, A Zhuo, is stubborn and keeps his word. If he says he wants to give money, he must give money."

"You two helped me back then, how could I collect money." Tong Tianming sighed: "Among the young people, there are not many people who can understand Tao."

"Then why don't you give me a discount for the sake of Ah Zhuo's sincere desire to buy this pot." Zhao Mo leaned forward and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Tong Tianming immediately agreed to give Meng Junzhuo an unimaginable discount, but Meng Junzhuo insisted on buying this purple pottery pot at the [-]% discount price that the two customers bought just now.

Tong Xiaojing stood aside, watching the scene quietly, Meng Junzhuo paid the money, Zhao Mo stepped forward and took the box, they had a brief chat with the second uncle, and then prepared to leave.

Seeing Meng Junzhuo turn and leave, Tong Xiaojing subconsciously took a step forward. She wanted to stop him, but found that she had no reason.

Meng Junzhuo turned around and took two steps, and suddenly thought of something, he stopped, and he turned his head to look at Tong Xiaojing who was standing there.

"You want me to accept your gift?"

(End of this chapter)