After pondering for a moment, he waved at the little boy not far away and said with a smile, "Tell your dad that we just happen to be free these days, only charging him five thousand yuan. He can pay us after the house is fixed."
The little boy's eyes lit up, and he quickly translated Qi Yun's words to his father.
Abula, upon hearing this, showed a surprised expression on his initially tense face and said "Thank you" to Qi Yun.
This might be the only sentence in Chinese he knows.
Afterward, he warmly pulled the three of them to the grape trellis in the courtyard, indicating for them to sit down, and had the little boy bring tea and naan.
Qi Yun didn't refuse, smiling as he took the naan and took a few bites.
After eating and drinking his fill, he put down the tea bowl and said to the little boy, "Rehman, there's a pretty nice chair in the room where your family dries grapes. I like it a lot. Please ask your dad if he would sell it to me."
