Shen Qingqing made a sketch of Jiang Zhixun.
The trees stood bare, and the man's back blended in, showing only half of a cold and sharp profile.
Mysterious.
And unapproachable.
Jiang Zhixun felt he wasn't that cold, but as long as it was painted by Shen Qingqing, he liked it.
He took it home like a treasure.
As soon as he entered the house, he went upstairs, wanting to store the painting properly right away.
Madam Jiang wondered, "What's up with him?"
Shen Qingqing shook her head, "I don't know."
No one could figure out Jiang Zhixun's temper, so they let him be, and Madam Jiang invited Shen Qingqing to sit in the living room and drink sugar water.
"I promised to make steamed buns, I have all the fillings ready, I will go make them now and they will be ready soon."
Shen Qingqing and Jiang Zhixun also brought back roast duck, so no other dishes were needed; they could have a good meal.
