"How is it?" even Lin Lin stood in front of him like a puppy, looked up at him, and asked Yin Yin.

Xu Wen didn't answer, but the whole person had fallen into an inexplicable feeling.

He drank the lettuce soup, which was made by Lin Lin and the master, took a sip each, rinsed his mouth with tea in the middle, and stopped for a while before drinking the second one.

He had never tasted food so attentively, and even before tasting it, he was a little puzzled, if the difference was too subtle, could he really taste it?

But soon he was taken aback.

"It's yours that is better. He said slowly.

He walked closer to the fire, picked up two bowls of soup, and looked at them.

At first glance, they are very similar in appearance, with the color of the soup, the intensity of the soup, and even the level of lettuce and whitebait floating in the middle.

It looks like a person did it.

But in the mouth, there is a huge difference between the two bowls of soup.

Just like Lian Tianqing said, when the master's soup mouth enters, he just thinks it is delicious, palatable, and very comfortable to drink.

But even Lin Lin's bowl ...... When the familiar taste seeped into his lips and teeth, including his tongue and jaw, he really smelled the smell of Jiangnan, and felt the warm, light, fresh and flexible world like bamboo.

It's so strange and direct that it can't be explained by illusion.

But how did this come about?

Is it just an ethereal, so-called "mind"?

But this ...... Isn't it too unscientific?

This is a bit subversive for Xu Wen!

Xu Wen didn't make a sound after drinking the soup, staring at an unknown place in a daze, and even Lin Lin whispered to him twice, but he ignored it completely as if he didn't hear it.

Lian Linlin was a little worried, and was about to call again, when someone gently patted her shoulder and turned her head, but it was her father Lian Tianqing who stopped her.

Lian Tianqing shook her head at her and made a lip shape.

Xu asked him to have an understanding, because of this bowl of soup?

Lian Linlin recognized it, and his mood was a little strange.

I'm glad that this is obviously triggered by the soup she made. At the same time, there is a little envy and a little jealousy......

She carefully packed up her things and crept away.

Lian Tianqing stood next to Xu Wen and guarded, and when someone came over, he shook his head at the other party and asked the other party to leave temporarily.

Xu Wen's situation was not uncommon among these people, and they understood it at a glance, and they also walked lightly like Lian Linlin.

Xu Wen stood there for a long time, and even Tianqing guarded for a long time, Xu Wen didn't turn his head back, and he didn't feel it at all.

As the night deepened, the small discussions around him surrounded him like snowflakes, and only his place was quiet.

After a long time, Xu Wen suddenly stood up, he took a torch from the side, and walked out with it.

The people next to him were discussing in a hurry, and no one noticed him, but Lian Tianqing quickly followed.

Located in the valley, the slope is slightly leveled, and the trail is lined with snow and ice sculptures.

The starlight in the sky shines down on these sculptures, silent and wonderful, showing a completely different feeling from the daytime.

Xu Wen held the torch and looked over one by one, staying in front of each one for a long time.

When he passed by during the day, he mainly went to see the techniques and creativity of these ice sculptures, and felt that there were many ingenious points, but there were also many things that could be further improved.

But now, standing here, he put aside all the techniques, forms, and all the other things, and looked at them from a different perspective—just like when he tasted the two bowls of Ulva soup.

He found that some of them were not in place, but some of them were clearly deliberate.

Sometimes, no skill is better than skill. No, it's not accurate to say that.

After all, skill is at the service of the work itself, and overemphasizing skill will put the cart before the horse. Therefore, masters sometimes deliberately do subtraction, and instead use the simplest techniques to achieve their own creative goals.

The so-called "big ingenuity does not work", in fact, this is what it means.

Gradually, the orange fire stopped again, and Xu Wen's footsteps stopped in front of an ice sculpture.

It was not so long ago that he had completed it with all his attention.

He carved the same group portrait of the craftsman last time, and this time, he learned more techniques, integrated them, and put them to use.

He is confident that he can carve better than last time.

In fact, the result is also the same, if the stone sculpture carved on Chinese New Year's Eve last time was just a job handed over to Lian Tianqing, this ice sculpture is a real masterpiece, and it will not feel inferior in such a pile of master works.

Xu Wen's expression relaxed slightly.

This is the culmination of his recent time, and to be honest, a little better than he thought, with quite a lot of effort, and it is not a pile of pure skill.

But...... Not yet.

It's still far from his ideal level.

Xu Wen stared at it for a long time, then suddenly stuck the torch on the mountain rock next to him, then raised the hammer leaning against it and smashed it hard.

In the firelight, ice chips flew, and the ice sculpture quickly turned into a mess of pieces and smashed to the ground.

Lian Tianqing stood beside him, did not stop him, and only said after Xu Wen finished smashing it: "If you use that bowl of soup as a standard to judge whether something works or not, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep a few pieces in your life." ”

Even Tianqing's evaluation of the bowl of soup was surprisingly high, but Xu Wen didn't think it was strange, and he didn't think it was a special treatment for his daughter.

"Maybe. "But I'd like to give it a try." ”

Even Tianqing stared at him, the light of the fire was faint, and his expression was a little subtle.

Finally, he sighed softly and said, "I'll wait for the day you cry." ”

With that, he walked away with his hands behind his back.

What does this mean?

Xu Wen was stunned for a moment, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Lian Tianqing's back.

What does Master mean by that he doesn't think he's optimistic about me at all, thinking that I'll regret it one day?

Xu Wen stared at the tattered pile of ice and pursed his lips tightly. After a while, he let out a long sigh of relief, picked up the shovel, and began to clean them aside so that they looked less ruinous.

After cleaning up, Xu Wen got up and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead.

Since Master is so unoptimistic, then I have to work harder!

Lian Tianqing returned to the snow field, and saw her daughter squatting next to several old men with a pen and paper, listening to them and writing down something on them.

Looking at it, there are also such people next to the other piles, but most of them are wearing the same color of clothing, which is obviously arranged by Mingshan.

Only Lian Linlin recorded it by himself.

Lian Tianqing walked over and gently patted her daughter's shoulder.

Lian Linlin stood up, stuck out her tongue at her father a little embarrassed, and whispered, "I'm asking Uncle Ming for a job." He said I remember well! hehe. ”

As she spoke, her voice was lowered, "What I hear is definitely different from what others remember, I can tell Xiao Xu when I go back, and I can also tell him what he doesn't understand when he reads the text." ”

"Do you like Xu Wen?" Lian Tianqing squinted, staring at his daughter, and suddenly asked.

"Hmm...... Hmm!" Lian Linlin's eyelashes drooped slightly, but he quickly raised his eyes again and replied in the affirmative.

"The kind of love you want to marry him?" asked Lian Tianqing again.

"Hmm!" Lian Linlin's face flushed, but he replied faster than the last time.

"Hmm. It depends on when he gets his senses. Lian Tianqing touched her daughter's hair with pity and smiled slightly.