After hanging up the phone with uncle two, Tang Qing finished cleaning up and returned to his room, complete with a whole lot of snacks 'generously' given by Qin Shiqi. The reason being that she either didn't like them or had sampled them and found the taste not to her liking. Her excuse was 'not to waste food'. She just stuffed them in his arms and left before he could say a word, happily leaving him with the sight of her retreating figure.
All Tang Qing could do was accept them with a wry smile. Luckily, he had a hunch this might happen and had been careful when choosing the snacks - they were all things he found tasty. After all, even if she was cunning, he still had his own tricks up his sleeve.
Oh, well, that saying had been misused.
He locked the door, set up his drawing board, and had twenty pencils sharpened, ready for use. He didn't like to stop drawing just to sharpen pencils. He preferred to finish a piece in one go.
