Chapter 3790: A piece of embroidered par

Fang Ximei stood in front of the stall, staring at the veil, frowning

hesitantly.

The one who guards the stall is a woman in her fifties, dressed in shabby

clothes and full of vicissitudes.

"Madam, do you want to see, what do you need?" the woman greeted hospitably.

Fang Ximei winked at the maid.

The maid was clever, and immediately bent over to take out the veil and asked:

"Is this veil you embroidered?"

The woman nodded hurriedly: "Yes."

Fang Ximei took the veil and looked at it for a long time, then she lowered

her face and said, "You have more than a dozen embroideries here, all of which

are rough and rough. Only the embroidery on this veil can be seen, but it is

half old. Yes. Where did you stole the security! If you don't call it

honestly, I'll take you to see an official!"

When the woman heard this, her face was earthy, and she waved her hand

hurriedly: "Madam, don't want to wrong me, this is really not stolen."

"Are you saying you did it yourself? Xiaohong, report to the officer!"

"No, don't report to the official... it's not me." The woman was very

flustered and said incoherently, "Actually, this was given to me by someone in

the past. I saw that the embroidery was really good, so I couldn't bear to use

it. Meter……"

Fang Ximei rolled her eyes and said, "It's almost the same. This embroidery

committee is really exquisite, but...this veil is a bit old. I don't need

other people's old things, but it's a pity. If it's new, I can make one. Big

price."

The maid agreed: "Who embroidered this veil, why don't you ask her to make a

few more dollars, we don't need the money."

The woman was embarrassed: "This was given by the old age many years ago, but

now where can I look for it. If the lady likes it, why not take this piece?

Just give it to you. I haven't eaten enough for a few days. Oh, alas."

Talking to wipe tears.

Sister Fang Xi squeezed the veil and smiled: "It's pitiful to see you. I

happen to be hungry too. There is a restaurant over there. Why don't we eat a

little together?"

The woman said with trepidation, "How dare I eat with my wife."

"It doesn't matter, I am not the one who dislikes the poor and loves the

rich."

"Yeah, come on this auntie." The maid also pulled her, "I will help you pack

things together."

The swift hands and feet put the stall away.

The woman couldn't get rid of it, and she was really hungry, and she didn't

have much thought of rejection, so she followed them to a restaurant.

Sister Fang Xi asked for a private room and called for a table of food.

The woman hadn't eaten enough for a long time. When she saw the wine and meat

at this table, she should abandon her hands, pick up the chopsticks, grab the

steamed buns, and ate hard.

The maid smiled and said, "Auntie, eat slowly. These are all yours. No one

will grab them."

The woman’s mouth was filled with food, and she mumbled: "Madam, you eat too."

Fang Ximei smiled slightly: "I'm not in a hurry."

Although she looks very old, even if she lives in the country, she never lacks

food or clothing. Besides, it is a good time to go back to Jin's house now.

Naturally, she would not eat at the same table with this poor woman.

To put it simply, it is disgusting.

She held a cup of tea by herself, drinking it one after the other.

The woman's head was never lifted until the food on the table was swept away.

Fang Ximei said: "If it's not enough, ask someone to do more."

The woman rubbed her hands and said with some embarrassment: "Madam is really

a bodhisattva. If I can...I would like to take some home and give it to my

son."

When Fang Ximei heard the words, she looked at her for a moment and said,

"Looking at your age, your son is not young, right?"