I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 40 Mrs. An makes things difficult

"Hey, the busy man is finally back. It's really easy for me to wait!"

As soon as Mrs. An saw the person, she became angry and angry.

Song Yao hurriedly stepped forward and said with an apologetic smile: "You blame me, I will apologize to you."

She shouted towards the back of the embroidery workshop: "Chunyun, serve tea to Mrs. An quickly. I want Yingge'er to bring back Lapsang Souchong from Fujian."

"Don't be too busy nagging me. I'm a soft-spoken person, and I won't be able to enjoy the precious tea you have here." Mrs. An said sarcastically.

Song Yao smiled kindly: "If you calm down, you can treat me as a favor and try something new."

Soon a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old came out with tea.

Jiang Anning watched from the sidelines as Song Yao and Mrs. An, who had a needle hidden in the cotton, went back and forth, which felt a little strange for a while.

She asked herself, she couldn't be as comfortable among all kinds of people as Song Yao.

Therefore, she can probably only cooperate with others.

Business matters are really not what she is good at.

After hearing too many compliments from Song Yao, Mrs. An's expression softened slightly, but her eyes drifted towards Jiang Anning from time to time.

"It's done, don't talk nonsense to people here or ghosts."

Mrs. An gave Jiang Anning a disdainful look and put the tea cup on the table. "Looking at the embroiderers here, you do still have two brushes. You can still use them for the time being. Otherwise, according to my temper , left long ago!"

She thought, that's all. Jiang Anning is just a piece of wood. She should have some reaction when she hears these words, right?

But that person just stood there, like a wooden pile, not even looking at him.

"Yes, yes, thank you for your understanding." Song Yao lowered his figure again and said many soft words.

Mrs. An looked at Jiang Anning with anger returning to her face.

Just as she was about to criticize someone, Jiang Anning suddenly spoke.

"You were in such a hurry yesterday that you didn't bother to ask, what kind of cat does your daughter like? Do you have any reference requirements?"

Mrs. An almost fainted from anger.

This person, this person really doesn’t understand anything about human nature?
She is a customer!
Even if Song Yao, the empress dowager who had been in the palace, was a celebrity, wouldn't he just nod and bow in front of her to be obedient?
Why is this girl here? It's like she has an extra bone! "You..." Mrs. An said something ambiguous.

Jiang Anning took out a piece of soft rice paper folded into small squares from her purse: "If you don't have any special needs, and your wife doesn't have a particular favorite cat, just embroider it like this. What do you think?"

The paper was opened, and there were four little pictures of cats playing on it, each with its own naive expression, making it lively and joyful to look at.

Mrs. An admitted that she was very fond of these small paintings.

Not to mention that Jiang Anning wanted to embroider these four pictures into a screen.

Just looking at this painting, she wanted to take it back and give it to her daughter.

But when I think about Jiang Anning, this indifferent person who made her wait for so long without saying anything, dared to ignore her order yesterday and leave the embroidery workshop to go home.

Mrs. An felt that this person who was doing things just couldn't be spoiled, otherwise he would definitely get into trouble.

She deliberately held Qiao for a while, finally took her eyes away from the painting, and said through her nostrils: "That's it, the painting is very ordinary."

Mrs. An picked up the tea cup and said with full force: "Of course I have some requirements."

She glanced at Jiang Anning, determined to make things difficult for him.

"My daughter has a cat, so you can embroider according to the cat's daily routine."

Song Yao's expression changed slightly: "Embroidering like a cat?"

Can the cat cooperate honestly?
Isn’t this embarrassing?
"Yes." Mrs. An looked at Jiang Anning with a smile: "You are the most powerful embroiderer in Huanghuang embroidery workshop. I think it won't be difficult for you to come here, right?"

She said kindly: "Of course, if you say you can't fulfill such a simple request, then I can't take a step back and make do with the look you drew."

As long as you ask me...

Before Mrs. An could say anything, Jiang Anning chuckled and responded, "Okay."

"What did you say?!"

Mrs. An stared at the person with wide eyes.

Then he sneered.

This little girl has such a loud voice!
(End of this chapter)