Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 198 Remember to Bring My Brother’s Card (4)
Chapter 198: Chapter 198 Remember to Bring My Brother’s Card (4)
Sir Ouyang had a head full of white hair, wrinkles crisscrossing his face, and a few age spots here and there. But his spirit was still quite good. However, he was sulking at the moment, which made him look like a pouting child in Mi Jing’s eyes.
"How can I drink tea with dirty hands?" Sir Ouyang was still throwing a tantrum.
"I’ll feed you, okay?" Mi Jing rolled her eyes at Sir Ouyang and brought the teacup to his mouth.
The aroma of the tea drifted in, filling his lungs, and Sir Ouyang immediately looked more energized. His previously tense expression relaxed quite a bit.
The tea in the cup was still steaming. Sir Ouyang blew on it and took a small sip. As the fragrance of the tea spread in his mouth, his somber brow and eyes instantly softened.
"The taste is good, you brew the best tea." Sir Ouyang looked at Mi Jing and praised her with a smile.
"Hehe, it’s all thanks to your good teaching, grandpa." Mi Jing giggled and flattered him.
"You really know how to flatter, girl." Sir Ouyang drank another sip of tea, and his mood brightened considerably.
Speaking of which, Mi Jing could be considered half of Sir Ouyang’s little apprentice. When she was young, she would come here with her grandmother every week. One reason was that her grandmother had a good relationship with Sir Ouyang and not only loved his works but was also very interested in pottery. The other reason was that her grandmother wanted to cultivate Mi Jing’s various interests, so she had her learn pottery from Sir Ouyang.
However, compared to pottery, Mi Jing preferred painting and was more talented in that area. So after her grandmother passed away, Mi Jing rarely came here. Sometimes once a month, sometimes once every two months, or even once every six months. But time did not diminish the bond between Mi Jing and Sir Ouyang.
Sir Ouyang had only one son, and when Mi Wan and Mi Jing were young, he always wanted a granddaughter because he thought they were both pretty and well-behaved. Unfortunately, the gender of a child is something no one can control, so Sir Ouyang regretfully accepted the fact that he would never have a granddaughter. Because of this, he had a special fondness for Mi Jing and Mi Wan.
With just a cup of tea, Mi Jing managed to cheer Sir Ouyang up. After chatting for a while, Sir Ouyang asked Mi Jing to call Shen Lingxing over.
Making a vase was a simple task for Sir Ouyang, but before starting, there had to be a design. Although Mi Jing was good at painting, she had never seen the treasured vase of the old lady, so the job of drawing the design fell to Shen Lingxing.
"Can he do it?" According to Mi Jing, Shen Lingxing was a doctor. So learning that Mi Jing wanted Shen Lingxing to draw the design, Sir Ouyang couldn’t help but doubt Shen Lingxing’s ability.
"He can do it. If he can draw jewelry designs, a simple vase design should be no problem." Although Mi Jing didn’t know much about Shen Lingxing’s drawing skills, she had great confidence in him.
Hearing Mi Jing say this, Sir Ouyang didn’t ask any more questions. He stood aside with Mi Jing, watching Shen Lingxing draw.
Shen Lingxing was very focused, bending over the drawing. One hand held the paper while the other hand held a pencil, quickly outlining the lines of the vase.
In just ten minutes, the vase leapt from the paper. Compared to Sir Ouyang admiring the vase on the paper, Mi Jing didn’t take her eyes off the man drawing the vase.
"Not bad."
Sir Ouyang picked up the drawing, scrutinized it for a while, and nodded in praise. Although the technique wasn’t perfect, the drawing was detailed and clear, capturing the beauty of the vase.
"Sir Ouyang, aren’t your standards too high? He’s not a professional, and to be able to draw this well is already impressive!" Mi Jing snapped out of her reverie and strongly affirmed Shen Lingxing’s talent.
"Girl, I’m being fair here." Sir Ouyang was a man of principle and stood by his opinion. In addition, he was slightly displeased with Mi Jing’s favoritism toward Shen Lingxing, so he glared at Mi Jing and complained, "Did you seriously look at this drawing? I just saw you staring at that brat!"
Sir Ouyang didn’t mince words when it came to Shen Lingxing, as he still resented him for stealing away his potential future granddaughter-in-law. Thus, he always called him "brat"!
But Mi Jing felt it was only right to support her husband! And indeed, Shen Lingxing’s focused look while drawing was quite handsome, really a sight to behold, making her reluctant to look away.
"My husband is called Shen Lingxing, not brat!" Mi Jing retorted.
"Do you still want to make the vase?" Sir Ouyang’s eyes widened even more, threatening Mi Jing with his little tantrum.
"Of course, I do! Sir Ouyang, is your back sore? Neck hurting? Do you want me to massage you?" Sir Ouyang was just like a child, needing someone to coax him. Mi Jing knew this very well. So when his expression changed, Mi Jing immediately put on a fawning smile.
"At least you still have some conscience, girl." Sir Ouyang said with a gratified smile, then took the drawing and walked over to the clay-making tools. "The materials are all ready, come over quickly!"
"I’ll do it." Shen Lingxing held Mi Jing back and volunteered.
"Can you handle it?" Sir Ouyang was slightly surprised for a second, then once again eyed Shen Lingxing with suspicion.
"I’m not sure, so please teach me, Sir Ouyang." Shen Lingxing said with a sincere and respectful attitude, showing the courtesy and humility of someone seeking instruction.
"It’s better if I do it. I have the basic skills and it will be faster." Sir Ouyang rarely passed on his techniques to outsiders, and since he was a bit unhappy with Shen Lingxing, it was impossible for him to teach him. So before Sir Ouyang could lose his temper, Mi Jing hurriedly intervened.
"Your hand is injured."
Uh!
It was just a small cut, how could it be called an injury?
Mi Jing felt exasperated but touched. She had forgotten about the cut on her finger, but he remembered it clearly.
"Girl, which hand is injured?" Upon hearing that Mi Jing was hurt, Sir Ouyang hurried over to her, grabbing her hands and asking anxiously.
Sweat drops!
Mi Jing was too embarrassed to say that the so-called injury Shen Lingxing mentioned was just a minor cut!
"It’s... it’s..."
"Hurry up! Are you trying to make me worry to death?" Sir Ouyang was very concerned about Mi Jing, but her stammering made him anxious!
"Her finger was cut by a kitchen knife." Shen Lingxing calmly and matter-of-factly answered for Mi Jing.
"Get out!"
What?
Was he kicking them out again?
Mi Jing looked at Sir Ouyang in astonishment, completely clueless as to why his expression had changed this time!
"Sir Ouyang, you..."
"I said get out, didn’t you hear?" Sir Ouyang glared at Mi Jing, "Go take a walk with Zhong. If you feel bored, help me water the plants and feed the chickens."
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