Zhang Chu and Cao Guixiang didn't stay outside; upon hearing what Accountant Liu's wife had said, they entered the house. As soon as he was inside, Zhang Chu immediately closed the door and couldn't wait to ask, "So, do I still make the woodcarving of the little bird?"
"Of course you have to make it," Cao Guixiang said, glancing outside the window, "It's just that Longkou Production Brigade is far from us. If it were a production team we had bartered work with before, there wouldn't be so many troubles."
"Yes," Zhang Chu agreed, "But why did I feel like Miss Liu suddenly became warm all at once?"
"She wants you to make furniture, of course she'll become enthusiastic," Cao Guixiang said with a laugh, "Have you forgotten when we first arrived? Who paid any attention to you before you fixed a plough? Oh, the girls in the brigade were willing to talk to you, it's just that their parents guarded against you like you were a thief, afraid you would whisk their daughters away."