Chapter 1812 The Beautiful Daughter-in-Law Meets Her Parents-in-Law

The store has not suffered any damage, but it is now covered with water and looks dirty.

"What a pity." Master Qin looked around the shop and muttered in a low voice.

"Dad, it's getting late. It's almost five o'clock. How about you go to my house to rest today, and then I'll help clean up the shop the rest of the day?" Qin Changyuan looked at his watch and found that it was getting late. He was afraid of getting old. My father was old and physically unable to bear it, so he quickly suggested it.

"No, there is a customer who will pick up her things around noon tomorrow. Now that the things have been burned, she needs to work overtime to make them again." Master Qin shook his head and rejected his son's proposal.

"Isn't it just some wreaths? We have no choice but to burn them all, or else give her a refund and let her buy them elsewhere?" Qin Changyuan frowned.

He felt that this was not a big deal, the most important thing was his father's health. Although he did not learn this ancestral craft from Master Qin at first, but changed his profession to the construction industry, he still knew a lot about these things. After all, It’s been ingrained in me since childhood.

"Nonsense. Since the customer has agreed on a time to pick it up, it proves that she will be useful at that time. How can she shirk it temporarily?! Is this what I taught you?" Master Qin scolded.

Obviously, Master Qin is very repulsive to his son's opinion. He has been running the store for decades and has never delayed customers' items due to any objective factors. This is credibility. What's more, the items made by himself are very special sacrifices. How can he delay? Woolen cloth.

"But your body?" It's not that Qin Changyuan doesn't know the importance of reputation, but for him, his father's body is definitely more important.

Although the old man appears to be very healthy, he is still in his sixties or seventies, and no matter how tough he is, he cannot compare to when he was young.

"What's wrong with my body? I'm so strong. It's not a problem to hit you." Master Qin waved his hand and directly interrupted his son's words, really looking like he was scolding Fang Qiu.

"Okay, then it won't be a problem if I help with it, right?" Qin Changyuan was also helpless.

"It's been so long since you've lost your skills, why don't you give it a try." Master Qin glanced at his son with disgust.

"No problem, let's get started." Qin Changyuan didn't dare to say anything, he was his biological father.

"Swish, swish, swish"

Soon the father and son started to get busy. First, they divided the labor and cooperated. Master Qin went to the room inside to tie wreaths and so on. Qin Changyuan contacted people outside to clean the shop and try to open it early tomorrow morning.

Just like this, more than a day passed quickly due to the busy work of Qin and his son.

The sun was not seen early in the morning in Chengdu on Wednesday. The sky was a little gray and it seemed like it was going to rain.

Yuan Zhou got up early in the morning. He had already agreed with Yin Ya that the meeting time would be after lunch, and it would take about forty or fifty minutes to get there. It should be quite early if he went there.

"This should be no problem. The writing is so literary that it will move people to tears!" Yuan Zhou said to himself, looking at the leave application form he just completed, asking for leave for dinner. I don't know if it will move the diners. Anyway, he is very satisfied with it. .

Yuan Zhou was busy with breakfast and lunch, while Yin Ya also got up earlier.

"This one doesn't seem to work. That one's pattern is too bright, and this one's color is not good, and it's not solemn enough. Which one should I choose?" Yin Ya looked at the seven or eight sets of clothes spread out on the bed and hesitated for a moment.

She felt fine before, but now that the day has come, she starts to feel a little nervous. The specific manifestation is that it has been thirty minutes since she got up, but Yin Ya hasn't even chosen a set of clothes.

"It's already 11 o'clock, and everyone has started preparing lunch. I have to hurry up." Yin Ya bit her lip, took a set of beige clothes and entered the bathroom. Plain color is fine, because white and black , on today’s occasion, it’s a bit strange.

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"Master Qin, are all the things here?" Yin Ya looked at a big black bag in front of her. When she arrived at the store, everything around her had been packed away. It can only be said that it was emptier than before.

But I can’t tell that it was on fire yesterday.

"Yes, it's all in there. There must be no problem. Ahem, cough, can you check it out?" Master Qin's face didn't look good, and he didn't seem to have enough energy, but he was still in good spirits.

"Thank you, Master Qin. Are you okay?" Yin Ya opened it and looked at it and found that there was nothing wrong. However, she became concerned when she heard Master Qin cough.

"It's okay, the weather is cold and my throat is uncomfortable." Master Qin said nonchalantly.

"Drink more hot water. Don't catch a cold when the weather is cold. The things are very good. Thank you. I'll leave first." Seeing that Master Qin really didn't have much to do, Yin Ya left quickly. After all, she still had somewhere to go.

"Okay, bye." Master Qin sent Yin Ya out of the store. He didn't close the store until she was no longer visible, intending to take a rest.

"I'm really old. I think back then I was the one who stayed up late under the covers and watched martial arts with a flashlight." Master Qin muttered in a low voice. He didn't say anything about yesterday's fire. Qin Changyuan on the side didn't say much either. Why did he talk about this?

Soon the time came to two o'clock in the afternoon, probably because the gray sky finally couldn't bear it anymore, and finally began to disperse little by little, but a trace of rain floated up.

"I've got the wood ready."

When Yuan Zhou opened the door to the backyard, Yin Ya was standing by the door. She was dressed in beige clothes. Her hair was pulled into a bun. There was a wooden hairpin carved by Yuan Zhou on her head. She looked fresh and elegant. She was holding a bunch of half The carnations are pink and half beige, with a trace of raindrops on the flowers, making them look very fresh.

"Then let's go." Yuan Zhou held an oversized food box in one hand and took the big black bag from Yin Ya's hand with the other.

"Um."

Yin Ya held the flower and followed Yuan Zhou's steps forward. Looking at Yuan Zhou's generous back, the previous nervousness had disappeared and was replaced by determination.

The distance was not very long. Yuan Zhou had already called for the car to be ready, so the two of them arrived at the place quickly.

Yuan Zhou put down the things in his hands, squatted down and began to clean up some dead branches and weeds in the crevices of the rocks. Yin Ya naturally squatted down to help.

"呲呲呲呲"

The two of them quickly cleared away the weeds and other things. Yuanzhou opened the food box and took out some of the dishes he had specially prepared and placed them in front of the tombstone.

These were things Yuanzhou's father liked to cook for his family when the family was together in the past. Although Yuanzhou still feels that his food is not as delicious as his father's food, this is his current highest level.

Yin Ya also placed flowers along the tombstone.

"Mom and Dad, I'm mainly bringing your future daughter-in-law to meet you today. Are you very satisfied? Your son is great, right? I have found you such a beautiful daughter-in-law." Yuan Zhou spoke in a low voice.

"Hello, uncle and aunt, my name is Yin Ya. I will work hard with Yuan Zhou in the future. Please rest assured." Yin Ya squatted in front of the tombstone, held Yuan Zhou's hand with one hand, and began to open her hand with the other. Brought black bag.

"I have prepared some small gifts for my uncle and aunt, I hope you like them." Yin Ya has exquisite kitchen utensils and some daily necessities for clothing, housing and transportation. Although there are many types, each one is very small and exquisite.

"Xiaoya, please take the trouble." When Yuan Zhou saw these things, he naturally understood Yin Ya's intentions and held her hand firmly.

"This is what I should do. It doesn't take much thought." Yin Ya looked at Yuan Zhou steadily.

Both of them squatted in front of the tombstone and began to talk about some trivial matters in life. Although it was messy, it sounded very warm.

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Ps: This cat is a double-changing cat! applaud

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