Wu Chengfeng originally forced himself not to turn on his mobile phone to read the messages sent by relatives and friends, but now that he has lost his mobile phone, he doesn't have to look at his mobile phone at all, but it is easier than before. Wu Chengfeng washes dishes and side dishes in the store, and sometimes runs to the front hall to help Chen Xiaorui order food and put it on the table. Although Wu Chengfeng's work is tiring, he feels a lot more fulfilling, and his mood is not as depressed as before. All this is in Zhang Jia's eyes, she is even more disdainful of Wu Chengfeng, thinking that Wu Chengfeng was born to suffer from hardships.

Chen Xiaorui was quite good to Wu Chengfeng, and secretly stuffed Wu Chengfeng with some snacks to eat from time to time. Because Chen Xiaorui bought these snacks with her own money, Zhang Jia couldn't say anything, so she pretended not to see them when she saw them.

On this morning, Wu Chengfeng lay in the dormitory and did not go to work. Zhang Jia and the others received a notice yesterday that it may take eight to 12 hours to repair the street line where "Yuelai Home Cooking" is located. There is no way to fry food in the restaurant without electricity, so Zhang Jia reluctantly gave Wu Chengfeng a day off.

Wu Chengfeng's dormitory is a three-bedroom apartment rented by Zhang Jia, Zhang Jia and Chen Xiaoyong live in the largest room, and the remaining two rooms are the same size. The room where Wu Chengfeng lived had ready-made beds and bedding, and he lived directly in when he came. Wu Chengfeng was penniless, and his change of clothes were all bought by Chen Xiaorui for him, although they were all cheap stalls, but for Wu Chengfeng, this was much stronger than tens of thousands of clothes.

Wu Chengfeng had already dressed and folded the futon, and he was lying on the bed, boredly flipping through the paper romance he borrowed from Chen Xiaorui. Wu Chengfeng didn't like what was in front of him, but he didn't have a mobile phone now, so he could only rely on these romances that deceived little girls to tears.

When the alarm clock on the table was just past ten o'clock, Wu Chengfeng heard a gentle knock on the door, and Wu Chengfeng knew that it was Chen Xiaorui when he heard the knock. Because Zhang Jia and his wife rarely go to Wu Chengfeng's room, even if Zhang Jia has something to find Wu Chengfeng, he will shout loudly in the living room, and only Chen Xiaorui will gently knock on Wu Chengfeng's door.

"The door is not locked, come in!" Wu Chengfeng said.

After the door opened, it was Chen Xiaorui standing outside the door. Wu Chengfeng saw Chen Xiaorui and said with a smile: "Xiaorui, it's rare to have a day off, why don't you sleep in bed?"

Chen Xiaorui saw that Wu Chengfeng was dressed neatly, and she said, "I can't sleep! Brother Feng, didn't you get up so early!"

"Hey, hey!," Wu Chengfeng said with a dry smile.

"Brother Feng, I want to go out for breakfast, you can go with me!" Chen Xiaorui said.

"Eat early...... Wu Chengfeng hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay then! I haven't washed my face yet, you wait for me!"

After Wu Chengfeng finished speaking, he hurriedly went to wash his face, and went downstairs with Chen Xiaorui to have breakfast.

Wu Chengfeng and Chen Xiaorui walked for more than ten minutes to another street in order to have breakfast. Breakfast cost a total of thirty yuan, which was paid by Chen Xiaorui. After Wu Chengfeng's mobile phone backpack was lost, he is now worthless and penniless.

After eating breakfast, Chen Xiaorui said to Wu Chengfeng: "Brother Xiaofeng, I used to be busy going to work every day, and I didn't have time to go out for a walk. It's rare to have time today, so you can go shopping with me!"

"Okay!" Wu Chengfeng agreed without thinking.

There is not much to see on the streets, except for a few shops, just a few small traders and hawkers who set up stalls on the side of the streets. Chen Xiaorui's original intention was not to buy anything, she just wanted to go and relax.

Wu Chengfeng and Chen Xiaorui were walking, Chen Xiaorui suddenly slowed down and said, "Brother Xiaofeng, what do you think is for sale?"

Wu Chengfeng looked at Chen Xiaorui's eyes, and he saw a middle-aged man setting up a stall. When Wu Chengfeng saw clearly what the middle-aged man was selling at his stall, he couldn't help laughing, and he said, "This is a stall selling calligraphy and paintings!"

"Selling paintings?" Chen Xiaorui was stunned for a moment.

Wu Chengfeng pointed to the fan in front of the man and patiently explained: "Do you see those fans? Most of them say blank fans. The customer says what he wants, and the person will draw a rough picture!"

Chen Xiaorui suddenly said: "So that's the case!"

Wu Chengfeng nodded slightly and didn't speak, Wu Chengfeng had also set up a stall to sell calligraphy and paintings before, so as soon as he saw the things in front of the middle-aged man, he guessed a rough idea. Wu Chengfeng looked at the middle-aged man, and sighed in his heart, he remembered his former self again.

When the middle-aged man saw Wu Chengfeng and Chen Xiaorui walking up to him, his eyes lit up and he said, "Handsome guys, beautiful women, do you want to draw fans?"

Chen Xiaorui glanced at Wu Chengfeng and asked the middle-aged man, "Master, how do you draw this fan?"

"Well...... middle-aged man muttered for a while, and said, "Draw a fan for a hundred yuan!"

Before Chen Xiaorui could express her position, Wu Chengfeng said: "Master, is your asking price too expensive?"

The middle-aged man said: "I still have paint for this fan, which is not the cost, plus my time, charging you a hundred is already considered less!"

Wu Chengfeng smiled slightly and said: "The price of your blank folding fan is only five yuan at most, plus your paint, it will be ten yuan to die, and you will be asked for a hundred, which is too outrageous!"

When the middle-aged man heard Wu Chengfeng's words, he knew that he had met an expert, his face sank, and he said, "Then I don't need money for my painting work?"

"Alright! Alright!" Chen Xiaorui hurriedly said: "Master, I'll give you eighty yuan, you can help me draw it!"

When the middle-aged man heard Chen Xiaorui's words, his face softened, and he said, "Okay then!"

Wu Chengfeng knew that Chen Xiaorui had been wronged, but she insisted on it, and Wu Chengfeng was helpless.

The middle-aged man spread out the fan, adjusted the ink, and waved his pen. Wu Chengfeng saw that the middle-aged man was painting a lotus flower, and after Wu Chengfeng looked at it a few times, he couldn't help but shake his head secretly. This man's level of painting is too ordinary, and even the five colors of the ink are not in place.

After the middle-aged man finished painting, he picked up the folding fan and said complacently, "How did I draw?"

Chen Xiaorui is a layman, and she can't tell the difference between good and bad paintings, she said: "The painting is good! Master, give money!"

Chen Xiaorui took out a hundred yuan and handed it to Chen Xiaorui, and the middle-aged man handed the folding fan and two ten-yuan paper tickets to Chen Xiaorui.

"Master, let's discuss one thing, okay?" Wu Chengfeng suddenly interjected.

The middle-aged man glanced at Wu Chengfeng sideways, and said impatiently, "What's the matter?"

"That's it!" Wu Chengfeng said: "We have already calculated just now, painting this fan, the blank fan surface and paint are a total of ten yuan." Well, I'll give you twenty dollars now and let me draw one of my own, how about it?"