I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Showing off?

How to show it off?

My major doesn't match my job.

Asking a plumber to do the work of an electrician?
Is it reasonable?
However, we can't really blame Ms. Fang. If there's a problem with the light bulb in her house, the repairman would definitely ask about it when he comes over. If he doesn't know how, he can just say so. It's just that this repairman was too boastful. His skills weren't comprehensive enough, but he insisted on talking nonsense, which put him in a very difficult position.

The light fixture was successfully removed. The repairman raised his wrist, wiped his forehead, stood on the insulated plastic chair to examine the bulb, and then said, "It's probably due to aging filaments. The bulb may need to be replaced."

As a repairman, I may not be considered a professional.

But as an actor, he is undoubtedly qualified.

In an era of extreme material abundance, what's the point of cultivating anything?

Why not just replace it?

"Can't I show it off?"

"..."

Should we edit or show off?
Such a wealthy woman, who looks so elegant, has such poor pronunciation and enunciation, and she's not wearing a mask.

The repairman adjusted his hat. "There's not much need for that. How about I check with our department? They should have a suitable light bulb to replace it for you free of charge."

What does that mean?
Is he subtly mocking someone for being a miser?

Logically speaking, Ms. Fang, the homeowner, should be furious at being insulted by a lowly maintenance worker from the property management company, even if the other party may not have meant it and it was just an unintentional offense.

But she didn't.

and.

She actually accepted the repairman's "kindness".

"Thank you then."

no--

Are you really going to try and take advantage of even this small thing?

How much money is a light bulb worth?

Could it be true that the richer people are, the stingier they are?

Holding the faulty light bulb, the repairman jumped off the stool. He was quite nimble, landing easily, and then pretended to pick up his repair kit, saying, "I'll replace it for you in a bit."

What do you think this place is?

Come and go as you please?
"Hold on."

Ms. Fang stopped him, "The fresh air system also has some problems, let's take a look at it too."

The repairman's exposed eyes widened slightly.

Is this an addiction to taking advantage?
Replacing a light bulb for free is no problem.

But what is the price of a fresh air system?
How could a mere repairman afford that!

Moreover.

Who knows what other demands the other party will make after the fresh air system is installed?
Today we cede five cities, tomorrow ten, and finally we get a night's rest. But when we rise and look around, the Qin army is already at our doorstep.

"I won't."

Having learned his lesson, he finally stopped being stubborn and said, "I only know basic repairs. For problems with the new system, you'd better contact the manufacturer."

"I don't know who the manufacturer is."

The other party replied matter-of-factly.

"Whoever you bought it from is responsible for it."

The repairman offered advice.

"This is not my house."

Not your house?

Could it be rented?

Or.

Is she a kept woman?

That aura.

Not quite like it.

Of course, as a lowly repairman, I had no right to have wild thoughts. I did my duty and said, "Then you can contact the homeowner to resolve this."

"Is it really unrepairable?"

The other person looked him in the eyes.

The repairman slung his repair kit over his shoulder. "I can't fix it."

Ms. Fang nodded and took her phone out of the pocket of her skirt.

The repairman wanted to go out, but the other person was blocking the door to the sunroom, so he said, "Please move aside."

The elegant Ms. Fang ignored him, put her left hand on her right arm, picked up her phone with her right hand, dialed a number, and said without any hesitation in front of the repairman, "Shurui, come to me."

Upon hearing this, the repairman's pupils flickered, and he unconsciously grabbed the repair kit, as if he were about to rush out the door.

"now?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you to have lunch."

Li Shurui didn't ask why, and simply said, "Okay." "I'll listen to you."

Ms. Fang put down her phone.

The repairman, who advised the victim to seek redress, was speechless.

"Is it fixed?"

Fortunately, at that moment, Aunt Liu opened the door from the outside.

"Prepare more food."

Miss Fang said without turning her head.

"Miss Fang, do you have any guests?"

Aunt Liu asked instinctively.

"Yes, Mr. Li is coming."

Aunt Liu naturally knew Li Shurui. To be precise, Mr. Li was her boss, while Miss Fang was just her client.

"Okay, I'll prepare it right away. Mr. Li likes steamed beef with rice flour."

Aunt Liu turned to get back to work, but just then she heard someone say, "Add a dish of stinky mandarin fish."

— Vague yet distinct.

Aunt Liu froze, then realized the repairman was still there.

wrong.

Was that sound really made by the repairman?

Does she have tinnitus?
"Does Aunt Liu know how to make it?"

It's not tinnitus.

Upon hearing a male voice again, Aunt Liu turned her head in surprise and confusion, and then saw a pair of smiling eyes.

……

What's the point of laughing?

If Ms. Fang wasn't home, she wouldn't mind making an exception for the young man because of her goodwill towards him; having a meal together wouldn't be a big deal, as long as the traces were cleaned up.

But the key point is...

Miss Fang is at home.

And it's right in front of me.

Did this young man get electrocuted while fixing the light bulb? Is he a little out of it?

"what?"

"Stinky mandarin fish, Aunt Liu, isn't your husband from Shacheng? You must know this dish, right?"

As he spoke, the repairman raised his hand and removed his mask.

Aunt Liu remained in a daze.

As a daughter-in-law of Shacheng, she must know about the famous dish of stinky mandarin fish and be good at it, but now is not the time to try to get closer to her.

Why take off your mask?
Yes.

The young man is very handsome.

But looking good isn't always an option.

Knowing he'd probably caused quite a stir, the handsome repairman looked at Ms. Fang and began to seduce her.

"Would you mind if we added a pair of chopsticks?"

If you get caught, continuing to hide will only make you a laughingstock.

Mr. Jiang simply took off his baseball cap as well.

"Not showing off anymore?"

Miss Fang remained calm and composed.

I heard you clearly.

That's truly a "show"!
Someone gave a wry smile.

He knew that with their bond, even if he wore a mask or hat, or even turned to ashes, Qing Gege would still recognize him. He wasn't trying to deceive himself; he just hadn't expected her to come back so suddenly.

"Fix the light for me."

After saying that, Fang Qing turned around, brushed past the stunned Aunt Liu, opened the door, and walked out of the sunroom without explicitly agreeing to or disagreeing with her staying for a free meal.

or.

Is fixing the light the only condition for the exchange?

Only an old man and a young boy remained in the sunroom, staring at each other blankly.

Mr. Jiang put down his repair kit, acting as if nothing had happened, his humility and politeness unchanged from when he was fixing the water pipes. "Aunt Liu, do you have any fish at home?"

Aunt Liu's mind was buzzing, her soul seemed to have left her body and had not yet returned. She stared blankly at the other person and shook her head woodenly.

It's okay if we don't have the ingredients; we can just send someone to buy them.

The man calmly pulled out his phone, displaying a languid demeanor unbecoming of someone of his stature, and said casually, "Old Mo, I want to eat fish." (End of Chapter)