Be careful to put a few paintings into a wooden box, because the car is driving and the space in the rear compartment is too small, so Cecilia will personally deliver the oil paintings to her door tomorrow.

Without any help, the other pictures, plus the portrait of Anya, sold for only $70,000 in total, which were the outputs of Mrs. Cecilia last year.

There are not many rent payments and various expenses, and painting is a very expensive major, so it is absolutely true that you can save some.

They left the phone and wanted to come to Mrs. Cecilia's business card, and agreed to take Xiao Anya to play together tomorrow. The father and son said goodbye to each other with satisfaction, and grandma was still waiting for them.

The interior of the cafe is exquisitely decorated, full of British style, dim orange lights, and melodious piano sounds, which is very leisurely. This is the comfort of the urban style different from the pastures, and it can also make people feel enjoyable and tranquil.

Grandma is a very stylish person. She was born in a middle-class American family. She has half of her mixed-race genes. Her delicate silver-edged glasses are half hanging on her face. She is only 50 years old and is still young, with only a little white at the root of her hair.

She was flipping through the magazine in her hand, and her small watch shone under the light.

This is the best location in the cafe. Near the window, turn to the window and brightly lit Brooklyn. The floors are mixed with art, opportunities, wealth, chaos and poverty. It is also the most populous area of ​​New York. The American style was particularly evident in the 1990s.

The white waiter clearly knew her and saw that it was getting late, so he stepped forward to ask if he needed a signature dessert.

Just as I was about to nod, when I saw my children and grandchildren coming back outside, I shook my head and took out a $10 note from my wallet and put it on the table to stand up. A cup of coffee costs only $5, and the rest is to tip the waiter, and she takes good care of it.

Han Xuan and his father were waiting at the door. They were holding the kitten, and there was a sign that pets were not allowed to enter at the door, so they consciously abide by it. Even if the kitten doesn't like to scream, it is obviously not good to disturb others.

Grandma quickly walked out, carrying a black leather bag. Seeing that the father and son were empty-handed, only the grandson held a cat, she said speechlessly: "I don't understand what you are going to do, so I'm waiting for a long time in vain. Didn't I say I'd buy some paintings? This little thing is dirty, so where did I pick it up?"

"I've bought it, mom, hehe, someone's spring is here, oh! You're still kicking!"

"Tsk, who made you talk nonsense?" Han Xuan looked at his father and rolled his eyes: "Any Ya and I are just pure friendship, you are so evil!"

"Big grandson, who is Anya?" Grandma was indeed distracted from her attention. She smiled and asked in a low voice, afraid that her grandson would be embarrassed and upset.

"Oh my friend, you guys are so bored."

Han Xuan immediately turned around and walked towards the parking lot with the kitten in his arms without looking back. He vaguely heard the voice of his father behind him: "Mom, she will come to our house tomorrow."

"Oh~", grandma's gentle tone is intriguing. It is certainly a happy event to have a smart child and grandchildren, but it is too smart, so it lacks the fun of being a parent. After finally grasping Han Xuan's tail, you still have to be happy.

One thought about going home and told the old man, the other was thinking about calling his wife to report the good news...

Never underestimate the adults’ gossip.

It was around 7 o'clock or rush hour, and there were very dense vehicles on the road. Looking out of the window, it seemed like I was coming to the classic car exhibition.

The traffic was a little irritable. In the car next to it, the Mexican owner was smoking by the window. A large passage of Mexican language popped out of his mouth. Anyway, it didn't seem like he was praising New York.

Han Xuan began to miss the ranch and was separated from the city for several years, and he was a little uncomfortable.

When we returned to Manhattan, the pet shop in the corner was about to close. The young white girl was wiping the floor. In the cage, the puppies and kittens raised their heads one after another. They were a little excited and shouted at Han Xuan, jumping and jumping, looking very happy.

"What do you need to buy?"

The female clerk asked, seeing the kitten in the child's hand, lovingly: "Little brother, do you want to buy food for it? What a poor cat. Every year, there are many newborn stray cats, most of them die. You are really loving, why don't I help it with a bath first?"

"Is it okay?" Han Xuan asked with his head raised.

The female clerk touched his head, "Anyway, I have nothing to do when I get home, so I'll leave it to my sister."

He reached out to take the kitten. It had woken up, a little afraid of being angry, and wanted to drill into Han Xuan and make a meow sound.

"Huh? Is this an exotic shorthair cat? Look at this face and big tail."

The female clerk said in surprise, took a basin and poured out hot water, added cold water and reached out to find out. When the water temperature was appropriate, put the kitten in and washed it with special pet shower whey.

The kitten seemed very enjoyable, motionless and at mercy, turning his head from time to time. He felt at ease when he saw Han Xuan and reached out to slap the foam on the water.

After changing the water twice, I stopped washing it. The hair was pressed on the kitten and looked skinny. The female clerk wiped the water droplets, handed the hair dryer to the child, and brewed the cat's milk by herself.

When I reached the pacifier to the kitten's mouth, I immediately bit it and started to drink it. It was obviously hungry. As the hair became dry, its original shape also showed, and it was a foreign bobtail cat.

This new cat species that has just been born for more than 20 years and has been mated and bred by American shorthair cats and Persian cats.

The kitten has thick hair, irregular yellow hair spots on the top of the head and back, pointed ears, round face and innocent mouth, which look very pleasing, especially the brown-yellow circle-shaped tail separated by white circles, which moves behind it. Needless to say, it is known that it is eating very deliciously now.

"How could anyone discard such a cute kitten? Besides, it is precious exotic short hair, and they are not many." The female clerk smiled and handed the bottle to Han Xuan, happy for the survival of her little life.

"I believe I will take good care of it." Han Xuan nodded seriously and said to the female clerk, turning his head to look at Han's father: "Dad, can you help me buy some kittens supplies?"

"Whenever there are outsiders, he will become a baby," Han's father rolled his eyes.

I sigh in my heart when these second-class citizens have the right to speak, and I am not my little ancestor, you can do whatever you want.

As long as my son was happy, he spoke to the female clerk and said, "Then please, please prepare more. It will be inconvenient to buy it when you return to Montana."

"So sir, are you a rancher?" asked the female clerk while preparing the things. Montana is a famous ranch town.

Han’s father nodded: “Yes, my son also raised an Australian mini donkey, and he liked these small animals very much.”

"Mini donkeys? Those guys are very cute too."

The female clerk prepared a large bag of things and continued: "These are enough. I will give it these kittens food in a month, and these are used for cleaning them, and some toys."

"By the way, sister, please help me get a little house." Han Xuan waited for the kitten to eat, picked it up and said cutely.

The female clerk smiled and nodded, pointing to a row on the shelf, "Little brother, do you want a cage or a basket?"

"The basket is fine..."

It took a large bag and a small bag to put it into the carriage, and it cost more than 300 US dollars in total. The female clerk and the caring staff paid a 10% discount. The kitten lay in the new nest and started to sleep soundly, and soon arrived home.

Mr. Han has come back and is preparing Chinese food in the kitchen. The ingredients are piled up on the long table, as rich as yesterday, but there are many changes.

I didn't realize that he was still a good man at home. Han Xuan silently thought to himself, putting the basket in the corner of the wall and pouring the cat litter into a small basin to facilitate it at night.

Do this well, walk over and lie lazy on the sofa, turn on the TV and watch the British TV series "Ci5 Action". Today I am so tired.

Han's father also came over and rested his head on his son's stomach.

Han Xuan: "…How old are you?"

"Six years younger than you."

The old couple next to them looked at their children and grandchildren and smiled at each other.

The next day, Mr. Han stayed at home and did not go to the company. He didn't know what he was waiting for since the morning. He occasionally tilted his head and looked out the window.

Grandma went to buy vegetables in person early in the morning, went to her own convenience store to buy top steaks and piles of lamb, and started to be busy at only eight o'clock.

Han Xuan was a little puzzled and thought that some guests were coming. After feeding the kitten, he sat on the ground and teased it and played.

Although the kitten is still thin, his spirit looks much better and his screams are full of vitality.

At around nine o'clock, a ringtone came from the door. Before Han's father could move, the old man hurriedly ran to open the door. He didn't look like a man in his 50s at all. There was Mrs. Cecilia who arrived as promised outside.

"It was the painting my son bought, right? Are you... Anya mentioned by my grandson?" the old man looked at the little girl next to the stairs at the door and asked.

"Yes, grandpa."

Anya felt a little embarrassed and hid behind her mother and looked inside.

"Come on, come on, come in and sit down!"

Han Xuan heard the voice in the room and stood up speechlessly, curious about when he had told his grandfather, but now he finally knew why...

Han Qianshan, the second-class citizen, has become a coolie again, no, now it has become a third-class citizen.

Panting, she moved the painting into the house. Mrs. Cecilia and the elderly were sitting on the sofa chatting, drinking coffee and tea, making her very leisurely.

Han Xuan had already taken Anya's hand and went to the top library to play.
Chapter completed!