The Pretty Man I Picked Up [Time Travel]

Chapter 50 Lantern Festival

Xu Yingbao teased: "Oh, no wonder Haorui won't bully you. I'm afraid it's too late to hurt you, but he still makes snacks for you. Brother Qing is really lucky."

Lin Qingjiu felt embarrassed by what she said. With a sweet smile on her delicate little face, she whispered shyly: "Bao Gu, stop teasing me."

He turned around and picked up the oil paper that had previously contained dried fruits, wrapped two packages of rice krispie treats and handed them to Bao Gu.

Xu Yingbao was not polite to him and took it.

Xu Haorui and Lin Qingjiu sent people to the door. Liang Jinming held a piece of rice krispie treats in his mouth, held two fire cages in one hand, and raised his other hand to wave to them.

"Okay, no need to send him off. You can go back. When you have time, go to Aunt Bao's house and sit there." Xu Yingbao turned around and asked them to go back.

Lin Qingjiu waited for Xu Haorui to close the door, then stepped forward to hold his arm and asked: "Arui, who are you going to ask to help weave the fire cage?"

Xu Haorui said honestly: "I haven't decided yet."

Lin Qingjiu blinked her big eyes, lay on top of him, and tried her best to recommend herself, "Arui, what do you think of me? Please teach me, I can work very quickly."

"You know I'm a quick learner. Is the food I'm cooking delicious?"

When I came in, the young man was doing all the cooking, and he would occasionally remind me.

Xu Haorui lowered his head and looked into his expectant eyes, nodding, "Well, the food you cooked is delicious."

"Can you also teach me how to make a fire cage?"

Xu Haorui shook his head and explained: "Bamboo strips can easily cut your hands. I know Brother Qing is capable and smart, but I don't want to teach you this."

He held the young husband's hand in his palm and said, "If this is a cut, it will be very painful."

Lin Qingjiu nodded with some fear, then flinched and said, "Okay."

Xu Haorui smiled slightly: "Let's go back to the house to warm up by the fire."

He led the young man towards the room.

As usual, I practice calligraphy in my room in the afternoon.

When he finished practicing calligraphy, he looked up and saw that the young husband was already lying on the bed, his little face half buried in the soft pillow, sleeping soundly.

He walked over with gentle steps, squatted down, carefully lifted his arm hanging on the edge of the bed and put it back into the quilt, tucked him in, and walked out of the room quietly.

Continue the work of weaving fire cages in his courtyard.

Early the next morning, Liang Jinming brought five earthen basins from the town to Xu Haorui's house.

"My dad said, let's make a few and sell them first to test the water. If they sell well, we can weave them in batches."

Liang Jinming conveyed what his father said to Xu Haorui.

Xu Haorui nodded, "Yeah, that's fine, it's more prudent."

He took the clay pot Liang Jinming brought and knitted with him. Three hours later, Liang Jinming hurried back with five fire cages.

His hand speed is now quite fast. Not counting the time spent cutting bamboo strips, he can weave a fire cage in half an hour.

It was a bit laborious, so he rubbed his fingers that were red from the bamboo strips.