Freddy Pavitt glanced at Zhao Chuanxin guiltily.
Normally, this kid, Benjamin Goldberg, wouldn’t be so disgusted.
But running to the manor at night, especially now that Zhao Chuanxin is at home, isn't this causing trouble for himself?
What if Zhao Chuanxin knew the rumors circulating in the town? That's bad.
What are you afraid of? Zhao Chuanxin asked, "Who is Benjamin? If you are a guest, it's just a matter of asking him to come over to eat together and add a pair of chopsticks. The main thing for us outsiders is hospitality."
Freddy Pavitt quickly said, "Master, this Benjamin is a child with some weirdness and some mental problems. He is friends with Marcus Nkrumah and has caused a lot of trouble to our manor. I will punish him right now." He drives him away."
Zhao Chuanxin waved his hands carelessly, "That's a naughty child. It's useless to drive him away. You call him here and I will educate him."
Ever. Although Lady Pavitt was annoyed by Benjamin Goldberg for ruining the reputation of the manor, his expression changed, "Master, Benjamin is still a child."
Zhao Chuanxin was stunned, "No, Freddy You used to be a smart person, but you don't drink now. How come you can beat him to death and maim him for talking drunk? Why don't you talk nonsense and call Benjamin over. I have something to say to him."
Li Shutong finally found a chance to interrupt and advised, "Don't worry, Mr. Pavitt, Chuanxin is very good with children."
Who doesn't know that Zhao Chuanxin likes children
A naughty kid looks like a naughty kid to others, but to him, he can become a big deal.
This has been practiced and is obvious to all.
Freddie Pavitt knew that he had misunderstood, so he twitched the corners of his mouth and walked out quickly.
The meal has been served here.
Zhao Chuanxin told the maid, "Add another pair of tableware."
The maid was very discerning. When she saw that the table was full of chopsticks, she asked, "Master, do you want chopsticks or not?" "Knife and fork"
"Chopsticks"
Seeing that no one was using their chopsticks, Zhao Chuanxin said, "What are you doing? Europe and the United States have a separate meal system. You can eat your own food and use chopsticks." Right."
Li Shutong"
He knows some Western food etiquette, and he pays attention to this when learning English.
So I picked up the spoon and drank the soup in small sips.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin picked up the soup plate, drank it all in one gulp, and smashed it in his mouth. "Europeans and Americans are so petty, they drink soup from a plate."
Li Shutong""
On the contrary, it was Mahina. The Kanaka people didn't care about these table manners and imitated Zhao Chuanxin in carrying the plate and drinking.
Miao Cuihua said, "The British housekeeper has to make even the meal look like a religious ceremony, which is too cumbersome."
Zhao Chuanxin said, "You can go to the kitchen to teach Zhang Luo tomorrow." They cook and only eat fresh Western food. The food is too rough, and they will have to eat our food in the future." While talking, Freddy Pavitt brought Benjamin Goldberg.
Zhao Chuanxin’s mealWiping his mouth with a towel, he looked at the naughty boy.
This child is very thin, almost skin and bones.
She is quite fair and has brown hair, but she looks a little distracted.
This naughty kid’s physique is a little worse than the sturdy snot-nosed kid from Lugang Town. How can he be so naughty?
Zhao Chuanxin waved to him, “Come here. "
The moment Benjamin Goldberg saw Zhao Chuanxin, the image of a giant spirit god who was decisive in killing and no one dared to provoke in the void appeared in his mind.
He is arrogant and wild.
He suddenly trembled and said dryly, "Sir, I"
Oddly enough, he was not afraid of meeting other people.
Only when I saw Zhao Chuanxin, I felt a little scared in my heart.
He timidly came to Zhao Chuanxin.
Zhao Chuanxin said to Freddie Pavitt, "Bring a chair over here and let me see what's wrong with this kid."
Benjamin Pavitt sat down honestly .
"Sir, I'm not hungry."
"Eat something even if you're not hungry. I've never seen a snotty kid who's not greedy."
Fredippa Witte explained from the side, "The Goldberg family is a big family in the town, and their family is not short of money."
Zhao Chuanxin disagreed, "Look at this kid, he is so skinny, and he can still be called pretty." "Here you go, take a hawthorn pill to whet your appetite."
As he spoke, he handed the hawthorn pill to Benjamin Goldberg.
Benjamin Goldberg had never seen the methods of Chinese-style elders, let alone someone like Zhao Chuanxin. He looked back at Freddy Pavitt at a loss.
After all, Freddie Pavitt was his acquaintance.
Without waiting for Freddie Pavitt to say anything, Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table, "Why don't I give you face? You can eat it if I let you."
Freddie Pavitt smiled bitterly. .
Benjamin Goldberg was like seeing the angry eyes of King Kong. The feeling of being stared at by the gods was very scary, so he quickly stuffed the hawthorn pills into his mouth.
This chew is sour and sweet, not to mention, it is really delicious.
After eating, I really want to eat another one.
Looking at the food on the table, I have an appetite.
So, I picked up the spoon and drank it carefully.
"That's right, let's eat first, and then we'll talk after eating."
Zhao Chuanxin started eating happily, and he was in a hurry.
The lamb chops came one after another, and the bones were thrown all over the table. One piece of bread after another, wolfed down.
Almost everyone will be infected by him and eat more.
When eating at Benjamin Goldberg’s house, etiquette always comes first. They eat in a formal manner and pray before the meal. Where have I seen this?
This meal, He ate more than ever before, filling his stomach with food.
Zhao Chuanxin found out that the snot-nosed kid couldn’t even finish a meal, so he used the chopsticks in a proper way.There is such a thing, which is also amazing.
Zhao Chuanxin ate the most, but he also ate the fastest.
After eating, he pushed the plate and asked Benjamin Goldberg, "What are you doing at the manor at night?"
"Sir, I'm here to see Marcus." Nkrumah."
"Why didn't you come during the day?"
"My father looked at me and didn't let me come."
p>Freddie Pavitt was surprised to find that Benjamin Goldberg became a lot more normal in front of Zhao Chuanxin.
Zhao Chuanxin asked him "Why do you like to be friends with Marcus Nkrumah"
"Because he is willing to listen to me talk about what is in my head."
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"Oh" Zhao Chuanxin became a little more interested, "Tell me what's in your mind"
After saying that, he also took out a drawing board, paper and pen.
Benjamin Goldberg is lost in fantasy again.
As he narrated, Zhao Chuanxin transformed into a humanoid printer, holding the end of the pen, his wrist shaking rapidly, and the pencil rubbed rapidly on the paper, making a rustling sound.
By the time Benjamin Goldberg finished speaking, he had finished drawing.
Turn over the drawing board "This is what's in your mind"
Everyone looked curiously and saw a majestic god floating in the void, wearing armor and grinning. On paper, it is lifelike, as if it will break through the void and emerge from the paper at any time.
Li Shutong was shocked.
I think he can also draw Western paintings, but he can't draw as fast as Zhao Chuanxin.
Moreover, this is not done using reference objects, but entirely relying on other people's dictation.
He has never seen any Western painter with this ability.
In the past, Zhao Chuanxin’s main focus was practicing sketching.
With the forced practice in the past few years, coupled with the increase in physical fitness in all aspects, the speed of sketching has become abnormal.
Benjamin Goldberg's eyes widened.
For the first time in his life, someone could materialize his imagination.
He nodded excitedly, "Yes, sir, that's it."
Zhao Chuanxin smiled, "You are quite talented, little kid. I see some strange pruning in the manor." You must have ordered Marcus to do it.”
For a long time, others have said that Benjamin Goldberg’s imagination is a disease, a strange disease that is difficult to cure.
Only Zhao Chuanxin said that this was his talent.
This gives Benjamin Goldberg a sense of recognition.
He happily admitted, "Yes, sir, I just want to express what is in my mind."
Zhao Chuanxin said that if I had this kind of imagination, I would definitely have done better back then, and would have made original creations every day, and I might have made a fortune long ago.
As long as there was something new and original about those businesses I did back then, I would definitely be hungry. If only I could rely on imagination,Create a brand new story product and it will become a hit.
He asked "Are there any other talents?"
Benjamin Goldberg was greatly encouraged by Zhao Chuanxin's description of his imagination as a "skill" .
He hurriedly said, "Sir, I can disassemble and reassemble my mother's hand-operated sewing machine in my mind. I felt that the hand-operated sewing machine was inconvenient, so I made one in my mind. A sewing machine that can be pedaled. But they didn’t believe me. I don’t have your ability and can’t draw it.”
Most of the household sewing machines at this time were hand-operated and relatively backward. .
It often requires the cooperation of others, one shaking and the other sewing, which requires tacit understanding, which also leads to low efficiency.
When Zhao Chuanxin thought about it, wasn’t this a talent for design?
Benjamin Goldberg can only think about it now, but cannot realize it.
If he learns painting, will he sacrifice his imagination?
Thinking of design, Zhao Chuanxin thought, "Benjamin, if I give you a gun, can you Can you improve this gun by relying on your imagination?"
Freddie Pavitt next to him was shocked
E Cao, he can still do this
He hurriedly persuaded "Sir, Benjamin is just a strange child. Don't delay your important events."
He thought this was extremely unreliable.
Professional matters must be done by professionals.
"It won't be delayed." Zhao Chuanxin said calmly.
Freddy Pavitt said, “Even his parents feel that his problem needs to be cured.”
My parents don’t know this child better than you do
"Haha." Zhao Chuanxin sneered, "You know nothing. His parents know nothing. Horses with a thousand li are often there, but they are humiliated at the hands of slaves and die in parallel in a stable. I'm talking about you and his parents." Man."
Freddy Pavitt stopped talking.
Since the master insists, let’s wait and see his joke.
How can a child understand the design of firearms?
Zhao Chuanxin turned to look at Benjamin Goldberg, "How can you imagine a gun?"
When Benjamin Goldberg mentioned his ideas to others, only the stupid Marcus Nkrumah was willing to listen.
Zhao Chuanxin was the second person who didn't think he was sick, and he was also an adult, the owner of Ethan Manor.
Benjamin Goldberg’s eyes were bright and he nodded sharply, “Sir, I think this is no problem.”
Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to speak, the maid Another report: "Master, there are people outside who claim to be Benjamin's parents and are looking for him to come home." Please remember to bookmark the latest and fastest website for free reading without anti-theft