Chapter 677: What Can I Do?

"Your dumplings are really delicious. Yuan Zhou ate two more and said seriously.

"Haha, Boss Xiao Yuan, if you like it, it's fine, but Xiao Jiang also said that it tastes good. The old woman said happily.

Xiao Jiang she said is naturally her godgrandson, and it seems that she also had a reunion dinner together today.

"Well, I love it. Yuan Zhou nodded, and then continued to eat the rice balls in the lunch box seriously.

"Boss Yuan, you really have the ability to cook. ”

"Rongcheng is still very warm in winter, Boss Yuan should pay attention to keeping warm. ”

"Did you buy autumn pants?"

Yuan Zhou ate every bite very seriously, and listened carefully to all the words of the old woman.

"But no matter how capable you are, you have to pay attention to your body, get up at half past five, can your body stand it?" the old woman worried.

"My mom used to think I woke up late, but now I'm less sleepy. Yuan Zhou still had a glutinous rice ball in his mouth, although he had eaten sixteen before this, he always felt that he had two stomachs, and he was not bloated at all.

The old woman stopped talking after a few words, and looked at it with a smile, she didn't say it in advance when she came to deliver the rice balls, and she didn't know if Yuan Zhou was open today, but she saw Yuan Zhou cleaning the shop in the morning, so she deliberately put a few more when cooking the rice balls, and came according to the time when Yuan Zhou's dinner time ended.

She thought that Yuan Zhou should be a little free at this time, and it would be good to eat some rice balls to warm her stomach.

Here, Yuan Zhou was eating rice balls seriously, and Wuhai, who had snatched a lot of rice balls, returned to his hut. The house was a mess, with waste paper, paint, skateboards, and other things everywhere.

Strictly speaking, Wuhai's residence is not particularly chaotic, but there is no life atmosphere, it feels like a studio, but Wuhai's does live here.

Wuhai's parents are also well-known painters in China, and when Wuhai was thirteen years old, his parents both fell off the cliff once they were picking wind, leaving him and Wu Lin. Wu Lin, who is a sister and a father and a mother, takes care of Wu Hai.

Maybe it's because of watching "Out of the Amazon", there is one thing that Wuhai and Wu Lin are the same, both of them admire soldiers very much, so their dreams are also to become soldiers. But my parents always hoped to cultivate painters who were better than themselves.

So Wuhai chose to carry his parents' dreams, began to learn painting seriously, and practiced seriously until he liked painting. Now Wu Hai has become the most well-known young painter in China, and Wu Lin has also fulfilled his dream of becoming a soldier.

From this point of view, Wu Hai is afraid of Wu Lin, in addition to Wu Lin's amazing fighting skills, an over-the-shoulder fall at every turn, and Wu Lin has been in charge of everything in his family since he was a child, and he is afraid that he will get used to it......

Wu Hai is very happy, not only did he earn a lot of rice balls, but he had just done a big thing.

He picks up the canvas on the ground and spreads the canvas flat, he paints differently from others, others are drafts on paper, and the canvas is formally fixed, but Wuhai is a draft on canvas, and he likes the touch of the brush on paper.

Turn off your phone, turn off your computer, and be absolutely quiet.

A small portrait, a portrait, Wu Hai began to compose, a three-point or four-point triangle, Wu Hai is particularly persistent in composition.

It's like the "Small Shop Visit" he once painted, just the composition, the position occupied by each figure, and the size of the whole picture, all of which were tried again and again by Wuhai.

Painting is art, and art cannot be calculated, but it can be tried.

In Chinese New Year's Eve, one person draws more than a dozen rice balls.

The words are divided into two ends, Zheng Jiawei's side, their family is very lively, his family lives in a mountain city, Wuhai gave Zheng Jiawei a holiday ten days in advance, so Zheng Jiawei has been at home for ten days, after eating, the family watched the Spring Festival Gala in the living room.

The Spring Festival Gala should be watched on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, but the Spring Festival Gala is also getting more and more ugly every year. At this time, watching the Spring Festival Gala is not about watching the content, but a habit.

In the past, life was not so good, and there were not so many delicious foods on the New Year's table, but sitting on the small bench and watching the sketches of Uncle Benshan and Uncle Ma Ji, the family was happy.

Although the Spring Festival Gala has deteriorated, the good memories of the past can still cover these unpleasant ones, so they are scolded every year and watched every year.

"Where are you going at home? Zheng Jiawei's mother saw Zheng Jiawei going out with the car keys and couldn't help asking.

"Mom brought me two sausages from our house, and bacon, and a small one. Cheng Jiawei said.

Although Jiawei's mother didn't know what her son was for, she still put it on and handed it to Zheng Jiawei.

"Mom, I'm going out, there's something going on, if it's too late, I won't be back tonight. ”

After speaking, Zheng Jiawei went out with sausages and bacon, drove in the underground parking lot, and drove in the direction of the city.

On the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, there is no toll, the whole line is smooth, and there are few vehicles on the highway, so Zheng Jiawei can drive faster than usual under the condition of ensuring safety.

Yuanzhou shop.

Yuan Zhou, who finished eating the old woman's rice balls, sent the old woman to the door of the house, and when he returned to the shop, he felt that something was wrong.

It seems that there are stones in the stomach, and that is called a bloat.

Yuan Zhou's face darkened, and he suddenly came to his senses, he finished all the rice balls sent by the old woman, plus the sixteen that he wrapped himself, which means that he ate twenty-four rice balls today.

The east wind blows the war drums, who am I afraid of except for the rice balls?

Lying on the seat, my stomach hurt when I turned over, and I didn't even have the strength to close the door and go upstairs, but I came back soon after.

The arrogant dress, the arrogant face, and the arrogant walking posture are already obvious, and the person who came is Chu Xiao.

"Tangyuan is one of the representative snacks of the Han nationality in China and has a very long history. Tangyuan originated in the Song Dynasty, when Mingzhou rose to eat a novel food, that is, black sesame, lard, white sugar as raw materials, first the black sesame seeds were ground into powder, and then lard and white sugar were successively kneaded into the mixture to make a filling, and the outside was rubbed with glutinous rice flour. ”

Chu Xiao walked to Yuan Zhou, and didn't care about Yuan Zhou's paralysis, when he opened his mouth, he crackled a sentence, and turned around and left after speaking, without dragging his feet at all.

Yuan Zhou watched Chu Xiao's back shrink until it disappeared.

So, Chu Xiao came back and said something like Baidu Encyclopedia, what was he doing?

After resting for half an hour, Yuan Zhou closed the door and went upstairs.

And, about three hours later, there was a knock on Wuhai's door. It was none other than his agent Cheng Jiawei who knocked on the door at this time.

"Who. ”

Wuhai opened the door, and Zheng Jiawei's figure came into his eyes, and then there was a quiet concern.

"Xiaohai, are you okay? Did you eat anything in the Chinese New Year's Eve? ”

"Last time, you also said that Boss Yuan may not open the door in Chinese New Year's Eve. ”

"What can I do, I also ate eighteen rice balls today. Wuhai's answer was undoubtedly proud.

After all, the rice balls were obtained by him by wisdom.

"That's good, I'll bring you bacon and sausages, and I'll cook them for you later. Zheng Jiawei entered the house, and then habitually cleaned up the room.

Please believe that in one corner of the world, there must be someone who still cares about you.

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