Chapter 304 The Fourth Master's Teaching

  Su Peisheng glanced at the two of them quickly.

  The master has a smile on his face and eyes; Mu Gege also has a smile on his face, but the blushing on his face and the corners of his eyes has not disappeared, with a bit of indescribable charm. Don't even think about it to know what just happened.

   Thinking about how long the two of them have been alone, Su Peisheng was racing the car in his head, and he didn't know what was inappropriate for children.

   Then he was quite speechless: Lord, image, image! In broad daylight, you are so depraved

  After lunch, Mu Jin announced to everyone the official name of the "things grown from Western seeds": strawberries.

   Everyone naturally said, "This name is excellent!", "It sounds very appropriate!", "It sounds very smooth!" And so on, blowing rainbow farts fancy.

   All in all good, very good.

  Mu Jin was in a good mood, carrying a small bamboo basket and pulling the fourth master to the backyard to pick strawberries together.

  The fourth master looked at the strawberries, and sure enough, the strawberries grew apart and grew densely.

   Seeing that she liked it again, I just thought about it, it was only a few acres of land, and it was understandable to coax her to be happy.

   picked a small half of the basket, and Mu Jin ordered someone to wash it and present it. He picked the largest, reddest, plumpest, and delicious at first glance, and took the initiative to feed it to the fourth master first, and worked very hard to please him.

   At this moment, my guard is gone. After eating this strawberry, the fourth master also thinks that the taste is really good. Thinking of a pair of children, he casually smiled and said, "Go back and pick some more, and give some to Fu Jin, Da Gege, and the third elder brother."

   "Well," Mu Jin nodded and said with a smile: "Tomorrow, the fruits in the morning are fresher, and they look good when they are delivered. The servants will ask someone to pick them and deliver them in the morning."

   Hearing that he didn't mention the Li family, Mu Jin felt relieved.

   Give some to Fu Jin and her two children, she doesn't care.

   And it should be, who told her to be in the backyard, how can good things fall behind Fujin? Sooner or later Fu Jin will know.

   But it would not work if it was given to Mrs. Lee.

   Besides, it is absolutely impossible to send it today.

   Four grandfathers are with her at the moment, but she asks people to send things to the main courtyard and rose garden, Fu Jin may not take it seriously. Da Gege and the third elder brother lived in the Rose Courtyard, and Mrs. Li would definitely think that she was deliberately giving something to show off and stimulate her.

   I already hated myself to the point of death, so why bother asking her to scold her behind her back?

   Today or tomorrow morning, the Fourth Master wouldn't care about such details, he smiled and nodded.

   Today, the fourth master took a rest and did not leave in the afternoon. He stayed in Wisteria Garden for recreation.

   Speaking of painting, I simply grabbed Mu Jin’s painting and showed him it.

   Mu Jin's painting level is not very good, let alone using a brush, which is only equivalent to the beginner level.

  Fourth Master frowned, criticizing him for nothing.

   That's all, I hate that iron is not steel, and insist on her "motivating" and teach her personally.

   The imaginary picture is that the fourth master holds her hand and hugs her behind her, and cooperates sweetly together on a picture scroll.

   It doesn't matter how you draw, what matters is that the two of you get along well enough.

   From time to time she looked back and smiled, and even gave him an affectionate smile or something.

However, in fact, the fourth master is usually instructed by the strict teacher. Mu Jin is very hard to write and paint. Because the painting is not good enough and fails to meet the requirements of the fourth master, he is constantly reminded by him, and occasionally mixed with a sound. A sigh or a light rebuke that hates iron.

   His hands were sore and he was not allowed to stop. He said that things should not be anticlimactic; he would not allow him to paint if he said that, but he said, "Draw this orchid first and then talk about it".

   Mu Jin was so angry that he held back his stomach.

   (end of this chapter)