Rong Zheng shook his head and forced these things to be thrown out of his head temporarily, so that he could come down and paint with peace of mind.

Recently, one of his classmates said that he wanted to learn figure painting, and he has always been good at landscape painting and ink painting.

Previously, Rong Zheng painted completely by his own feelings, relying on the talent in his brain to start writing.

Although I later followed Mr. Yan and learned some professional knowledge of painting, after all, it was not a long time, and the content involved was still too little.

Therefore, he can almost be regarded as a blank piece of oil painting.

Today he searched for several classic oil paintings on the computer, such as "Mona Lisa", "Girl with a Pearl Earring" and so on.

Then I took a written test myself, only to find that I didn't know where to start.

It was the first time he had been drawing, and his mind was blank and uninspired.

Figure oil painting requires a mannequin, and the painter needs to carefully observe the model's expression and human body proportions in order to animate the brush.

Like Rong Zheng's imagination, he naturally can't think of it, and even if he draws it because of this, he has no soul and can't stand up to careful observation.

Rong Zheng held a paintbrush and thought about it on the paper for a long time, and the oil paint on it began to dry up, but his inspiration was like a dry well, and there was no more rain.

This made Rong Zheng, who has always been smooth sailing in painting, feel frustrated and unwilling!

The wall clock on the wall, the minute hand was turning tirelessly in a circle, and when it was getting late outside and the house had to turn on the lights to illuminate, Zhou Ling's clear voice finally rescued Rong Zheng from the dead end of inspiration.

"Wow sister, your braised pork looks delicious!"

Zhou resolutely came out of the room and exclaimed when he saw a table of dishes.

Especially the plate of neatly stacked square braised pork, red and shiny, and dotted with some green onions, the dark sauce is very good at a glance!

Not to mention the smell of meat wafting over with the heat, he couldn't get enough of it for a long time!

"Wash your hands!"

As soon as Zhou Ling came out of the kitchen with another pot of vegetables, he saw Zhou Yiran taking chopsticks to grab the braised pork, and hurriedly said angrily.

"Hehe, sister, I haven't eaten the red winding pork you made for many years!"

Zhou Yiran smiled, but ran to wash his hands without delay, and then sat at the dinner table like a good baby and waited for dinner.

Seeing Rong Zheng coming out of the study, he hurriedly beckoned him over, "Brother-in-law, come over quickly, my sister has made a table of good dishes!"

Rong Zheng was also a little surprised to see some of the dishes on the table, Zhou Ling has always paid attention to efficiency in cooking, the simpler and faster the better.

He had never done such a complicated dish before, and he had never seen this dish before.

If it weren't for Zhou Yiran coming over, he might not be able to eat these good dishes made by Zhou Ling himself for the rest of his life?

Thinking like this, Rong Zheng suddenly felt that his heart was sour, and even Zhou Yiran, who was smiling and bright-faced, looked slightly jealous.

"Your sister, has the craftsmanship always been so good?"

Rong Zheng was silent for a long time, his eyes glanced at Zhou Ling, who was walking out with soup, and pointed out.

Zhou Yiran couldn't wait for a long time, so he hurriedly went up to help Zhou Ling get the soup while answering Rong Zheng's question.

"That's not it, my sister's cooking skills are as good as my grandmother's true inheritance, especially this braised pork is a must, even my mother can't compare to it!"

Zhou Yiran was proud, but Rong Zheng listened to it with a bad feeling.

"Yes, it's the first time I've eaten your sister's braised pork. Rong Zheng's expression was faint, but the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously lowered a little.

There was even more sourness in his tone, as if he had deliberately said it to Zhou Ling.

Zhou Lingsheng's hand was stunned, and he glanced at Zhou Yiran angrily.

Thinking about it, she really didn't seem to have ever cooked that kind of complicated dish for Rong Zheng, and it was usually a simple home-cooked meal.

Didn't she come here resolutely, and she only bought it when she wanted to eat braised pork.

Stewing braised pork is time-consuming and laborious, and I am usually tired to death at work, who wants to make that thing.

didn't think about it, but it made Rong Zheng unbalanced again.

She suddenly felt a little funny, seeing that the corners of Rong Zheng's mouth could hang the oil bottle, and she couldn't find anything to argue for a while.

could only silently serve the meal to Rong Zheng in person, and Zhou Yiran didn't care.

Zhou Yiran felt the subtlety of the atmosphere, especially when the old lady glared at him just now, although he didn't know which sentence he said wrong, he could only obediently close his mouth.

I didn't say a word, I obediently went to serve the rice, and I pulled the rice by myself during the whole process, and I didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

Rong Zheng saw that Zhou Ling was deliberately flattering, and his depressed mood dissipated a little, so he began to taste Zhou Ling's craftsmanship.

As soon as he took a piece of braised pork, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

The braised pork is fat but not greasy, glutinous, a little sweet, and the meat has been stewed to be very soft and glutinous, and when you bite it gently, the mouth is full of fragrant juice.

Rong Zheng has never been a person who cares about appetite, and he can't help but clip a few more chopsticks at this time.

With the braised pork of this rice, the rice in the bowl quickly went down halfway.

"Well, my sister's craftsmanship is good!"

Zhou Yiran was eating a piece of braised pork in his mouth, his face was proud, and he said vaguely.

"I can't stop your mouth when I eat!" Zhou Ling scolded with a smile.

The three of them immediately laughed together, and the atmosphere of the meal suddenly became much more lively and cheerful.

Under the lights, the three of them were talking and laughing and eating, and the beautiful night view of the city gradually appeared outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

At the beginning of the day, the traffic is busy, and all kinds of pedestrians on both sides of the street tell their stories.

And in the room, there is a faint warmth.

It was the first time for Rong Zheng to feel this kind of warmth, it was very wonderful, but it was like a trickle pouring into his heart, warming his stiff and cold limbs.

He seems to have truly experienced the human fetters of family, and the warmth and relaxation between family affection.

In the future, will he and Zhou Ling also feel like this?

I heard that love can be sublimated into family affection in the end, and when the time comes, will he also become Zhou Ling's intimate lover and a relative who can never be separated?

What will happen in the future, Rong Zheng doesn't dare to guarantee, but it is this moment of faint warmth, but he wants him to work hard for such a day and such a future.

The first half of his life was blank, and for humans, their birth point was one year old.

From when they weep, to babbling, to becoming an adult, the process is tortuous and joyful.

But he is different, he has just come into contact with the world, and he has been set the age of adulthood.