Crazy criticism for her!Disabled Master Qin pampers her and coaxes her

"Don't be poor, go eat quickly." Feng Mian smiled and pushed him away, and started eating with A Nuanhe and Lele.

Qing Ling's expression changed the moment he stepped out of the room. Instead of going to the kitchen, he went directly to see Mr. Zhou and Zhao Liang.

Their original plan was to establish contact with the city lord's palace step by step, but after talking to the prophet today, he decided to speed up.

"Come back?" Zhao Liang asked when he saw him coming back, "Have you met the prophet?"

Qing Ling nodded, "I saw it, but it's not the same as I imagined."

"Why is it different?"

Zhao Liang looked curious, and he really wanted to see the prophet.

"Too young." He always thought that the prophet was an old man with a white beard from an old factory, but who knew he was such a young man.

"Really?" Zhao Liang touched his chin.

As far as he knew, this prophet had appeared in Qingfeng City many years ago. Why was he still a young man?
  He didn't doubt Qing Ling's intention, but he just thought this matter was a bit too strange.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

Qing Ling said, "I'm going to take Mianmian to his place in two days. Didn't I say we should take our time? But now I feel that we are speeding up, so I want to discuss with you how to establish a good relationship with those people as soon as possible. Let's Finish it early and leave early.”

Zhao Liang naturally had no problem and immediately agreed, "Okay, let's go and talk to Mr. Zhou together."

"Thanks."

Zhao Liang patted him on the shoulder, with a smile in his eyes. When they told them their purpose of coming, Mr. Zhou had no objection. Anyway, they could finish the matter earlier and leave earlier, and save money. Why not? ?

"Okay, let me talk to you then. We will go and get to know that family tomorrow." Mr. Zhou was full of ambition.

Qing Ling shook his head.

"I think that before we take action, it is better to investigate the hobbies of the Song family and the city lord first, and give them what they want. I will temporarily meet them a few times in the past few days. , let them know that they have a neighbor like us, so that it can be faster and less obtrusive. If we suddenly go up and give them something, I am afraid they will have a very bad impression of us."

Mr. Zhou thought for a while and realized that this was true, so he sent someone to find out the preferences of the Song family and the city lord.

Feng Mian and An Nuan didn't see Qing Ling come back after dinner. An Nuan went back to her room, Feng Mian waited around, and Qing Ling didn't come back until two hours later.

"Why are you sitting down there without resting?"

Feng Mian was sitting on the table embroidering. When he came back and put down the embroidery, he jokingly said, "I'll just lie down on the bed again. But, I feel like I'm like an ancient woman now, doing embroidery with nothing to do every day. I have so much time." It’s difficult.”

She could still draw some ink paintings when she was outside before, but pens, inks, paper and inkstones were very precious in Qingfeng City and the price was extremely high. It was too wasteful to just buy them for painting.

Thinking of this, Feng Mian stood up and asked with a smile: "Come on, interview our President Qin. How does it feel to become a poor person overnight?"

Qing Ling coughed twice in a serious manner and said with a smile: "It's a little uncomfortable, but it also gives me a lot of motivation. After all, only by making a lot of money can I support my wife and the child who is about to be born."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Okay, if you are really bored, I will take time to walk with you in the yard and try to get some flowers. Haven't you always wanted to grow plants? Just take advantage of this time to try it."