Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Freddie Pavitt glanced at Zhao Chuanxin guiltily.

Normally, this kid, Benjamin Goldberg, wouldn't be that disgusted.

But running to the manor at night, especially now that Zhao Chuanxin is at home, isn't this causing trouble for him?

It would be terrible if Zhao Chuanxin knew about the rumors circulating in the town.

Fearing nothing, Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Who is Benjamin? If you are a guest, it is 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 hurriedly 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 take care of him right away." He drove away..."

When eating at Benjamin Goldberg's house, etiquette always comes first. The food is formal and there is a prayer before the meal. Where have you seen this?

Benjamin Goldberg received great encouragement from hearing Zhao Chuanxin describe his imagination as a "skill."

Only Zhao Chuanxin said this was his talent.

Only when I saw Zhao Chuanxin, I felt a little scared in my heart.

After speaking, he also took out a drawing board, paper and pen.

Most of the household sewing machines at this time were hand-cranked, which was relatively backward.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin's main focus was practicing sketching.

So if he learns to paint, will he sacrifice his imagination?

Thinking of the design, Zhao Chuanxin thought: "Benjamin, if I were to give you a gun, could you improve it through your imagination?"

She is quite fair, with brown hair, but she looks a little distracted.

Benjamin Goldberg can only think, but cannot turn his ideas into reality.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hands carelessly: "Is that a naughty kid? It's useless to drive the naughty kid away. You call him here and I will educate him."

Benjamin Goldberg had never seen the methods of Chinese elders, let alone someone like Zhao Chuanxin. He looked back at Freddy Pavitt at a loss.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at the naughty boy.

Freddie Pavitt stopped talking.

"Why don't you come during the day?"

Freddy Pavitt smiled wryly.

Moreover, this is not drawing with reference objects, but entirely relying on other people's dictation.

Li Shutong: "..."

"Haha." Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "What the hell do you know, what the hell do his parents know? There are always horses that can cover a thousand li, but they are only humiliated in the hands of slaves and die in stalls. I'm talking about you and his parents." Such people."

Professional things need to be done by professionals.

After all, Freddy Pavitt was his acquaintance.

"Sir, I came to play with Marcus Nkrumah."

Zhao Chuanxin turned to look at Benjamin Goldberg: "How about it? Can you imagine a gun?"

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart: If I had this kind of imagination, I would have been able to do better back then. I would have done original work every day, and I might have made a fortune long ago.

Zhao Chuanxin told the maid: "Add another set of tableware."

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.

Li Shutong: "..."

After eating, I really wanted to eat another one.

With that said, he handed the hawthorn pill to Benjamin Goldberg.

Turn the board over: “Is this what you have in mind?”

He thought this was extremely unreliable.

The maid was very discerning. When she saw the table was full of chopsticks, she asked, "Sir, do you want chopsticks or a knife and fork?"

"Eat something even if you're not hungry. I've never seen a snot-nosed kid who's not greedy."

He nodded excitedly: "Yes, sir, that's it..."

When Benjamin Goldberg mentioned his ideas to others, only the stupid Marcus Nkrumah was willing to listen.

This chew is, not to mention, sour and sweet, so delicious.

So I picked up the spoon and drank the soup in small sips.

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.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "No, Freddy, you used to be a smart person, and you don't drink now, so why are you talking drunkenly? How can I beat him to death or maim him? Stop talking nonsense and call Benjamin. I have something to say to him."

For the first time in his life, someone could materialize his imagination.

"Oh?" Zhao Chuanxin became more interested: "Tell me, what's on your mind?"

"Yes, sir," he admitted cheerfully, "I just wanted to express what was in my head."

Dinner has been served here.

For a long time, people have said that Benjamin Goldberg's imagination is a disease, a strange disease that is difficult to cure.

In the past few years, with the intensive practice and the improvement of physical fitness in all aspects, the speed of sketching has become abnormal.

"It won't be delayed." Zhao Chuanxin said calmly.

On the contrary, it was Mahina, a Kanaka person who didn't care about these table manners and imitated Zhao Chuanxin in handling the dishes and drinking.

Li Shutong finally found a chance to interrupt and advised: "Don't worry, Mr. Pavitt, he is very good with children."

While talking, Freddie Pavitt brought in Benjamin Goldberg.

Miao Cuihua said: "The British housekeeper has to conduct even the meal like a religious ceremony, which is too cumbersome."

He timidly came to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it, wasn't this a talent for design?

Looking at the food on the table, I have an appetite.

Two six zero three: c zero two four: c zero zero a: c four one one:: three four

But he saw Zhao Chuanxin pick up the soup plate, drink it all in one gulp, and smash it in his mouth: "Europeans and Americans are just petty, they drink soup from a plate."

He suddenly trembled and said dryly: "Sir, I..."

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes widened.

Benjamin Goldberg felt as if he saw King Kong's angry eyes. The feeling of being stared at by the gods was very scary, so he quickly stuffed the hawthorn pills into his mouth.

"My father looked at me and wouldn't let me come. I ran away secretly."

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 a sewing machine in my mind that can be pedaled by my feet. . However, they don’t believe what I say. I don’t have your ability and can’t draw it.”

Li Shutong was shocked.

Seeing that no one was using their chopsticks, Zhao Chuanxin said: "What are you doing standing around? Europe and the United States all share the meal system. You can eat your own food. Just use your chopsticks."

Freddie Pavitt explained from the side: "The Goldberg family is a big family in the town, and their family is not short of money."

"Chopsticks!"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't think so: "Look at this kid, how can he still make enough money when he's so thin? Come on, let's take a hawthorn pill to appetize."

He asked: "Do you have any other skills?"

"That's right, let's eat first and then talk after we finish eating."

Before Freddy Pavitt could say anything, Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table: "What's the matter? I won't give you face, right? You can eat if I ask you to."