Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

"After we go back, we can only eat less." Mr. Mei instructed.

"Understood, uncle!" Duanmu Baolian agreed honestly.

Even though Mr. Mei said so, he still pampered and packed a big bag of ice cream for her to go home. If it's too hot today and she wants to eat it, let her eat it.

"Mr. Mo, it's settled. I'll take Baolian out for a stroll." Mr. Mei stood up and pulled Duanmu Baolian away.

After waiting for Mr. Mei and Duanmu Baolian to leave, Mo Qingyi hurriedly asked, "Dad, what did he say?"

"He agreed." Mo Zheng smiled. He knew that Mr. Mei would agree. When he saw that little girl following him, he knew that he would definitely agree. He was right. For Mr. Mei, That little girl is more important than anything else.

The next morning, Duanmu Baolian got up at eight o'clock, wanting to show that she was virtuous and prepared to cook breakfast or something, but the result was that somewhere in the whole kitchen was completely dark.

Mr. Mei frowned, cleaned up for a long time, and asked, "Could it be that you didn't eat during my absence?"

"I'll go to the small restaurant across the way to eat." Duanmu Baolian shook her head, it seemed that her father's previous jokes were correct, ladies stay away from the chef.

"What about before? When you were at home, Mr. Duanmu could cook?" Mr. Mei thought it was an incredible thing that Duanmu Ze could cook. He was so lazy.

"Well, my father can cook." Duanmu Baolian smiled immediately, "Uncle, do you know my father?"

"This..." Mr. Mei was stunned, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Uncle lied!" Duanmu Baolian said dissatisfied.

"What if you know each other, so what if you don't know each other?" Mr. Mei answered this question almost daringly.

"Uncle, tell me honestly, do you know my father?" Duanmu Baolian hugged him from behind, like a cat, feeling that Mr. Mei's body smelled good, with a feeling of not knowing. Is it perfume, or something, which reveals an unconcealable luxury, so she sat on him contentedly for a while.

Mr. Mei gave her a sense of security, just like her previous father, which made her feel at ease.

For some reason, seeing her now, Mr. Mei immediately remembered the song she sang, and immediately reached out to touch her head and said, "You are a good cat, don't rely on me."

"Uncle, tell me, do you know my father?" Duanmu Baolian asked.

"I know!" Mr. Mei said, "I'm not a representative of rich and stupid people."

"Well, I am the representative of Qian Duoduo's stupidity." Duanmu Baolian said dissatisfiedly, "So, you asked me to be the boss or something, and you are fooling me?"

"That's not the case!" Mr. Mei snatched her from him and said, "As your father's friend, I should take care of you, shouldn't I?"

"Yes!" Duanmu Baolian said, "Uncle is a good man."

"I'm a weirdo." Mr. Mei laughed at himself. Is he a good person?He's always been trying to be a bad guy, okay?

"I opened such an antique shop in Jinling, but I was only laughed at by Lao Wu and the others." Mr. Mei smiled gently, "I'm not good at doing antique business. I've studied for two years, but I still don't understand anything. I don’t even understand the basic terminology of antiques—so, I just joked that I want to hire a boss.”