Zhong Yue took a piece of bacon from Zhang Laifu's house, cut some small vegetables from the field next to the house by the way, and prepared to go home to "serve" that little trouble.

When he returned to Xiaohe Mountain and walked through the bamboo forest, he saw Gu Qin sitting on a bamboo bench and holding a paintbrush, so he walked straight over. Oil painting is not like calligraphy, sometimes a painting takes days or even months, and a small realistic painting like Gu Qin can take several hours to complete.

"Nicely drawn, quite similar. ”

Gu Qin adjusted the brush to the paint board, "You are an insult to oil painting." ”

"Well, when I didn't say it. Anyway, do you really want to live here?"

Gu Qin raised his head, "Can't you?" I don't mind, you're still hypocritical?"

“……”

"Do you still eat instant noodles at night?"

Zhong Yue lifted the bacon in his hand, "Eat something good in the evening." ”

"This meat is blackened, are you sure you can eat it?"

Zhong Yue saw her disgusted look, so he smiled and said, "Bacon, haven't you eaten it?"

Gu Qin shook his head.

"You draw slowly, I'm going to cook. ”

Zhong Yue returned to the house and hurriedly washed rice. I took out two casseroles from the cupboard that I hadn't used for a long time, washed them, smeared a layer of oil on the inner wall, poured the washed rice into the pot, and set them aside to soak. The bacon taken from Zhang Laifu's house was soaked in rice water, and he was ready to practice his words for a while.

In the past, if he had done other things, it would have taken a long time to pick up a pen and write when he calmed down, but now he has used the [Bamboo Carving Zihao] rewarded by the system, which can at least allow him to calm down quickly.

Nowadays, with 95 percent proficiency, Zhong Yue's lacquer book, both in terms of penmanship and gestures, is already very close, but to go to the next level, to fill the five percent, but it is a gap, can only rely on the system to produce the pen to increase the hundredth of the stroke, so that the lacquer book is more charming.

Zhong Yue's calligraphy is a modern Chinese dictionary, which is so broken that it no longer has a cover.

The rough-edged paper has been written black, and sometimes the rough-edged paper is gone, so Zhong Yue takes some newspapers and exercises.

"Hey, is the meal ready?" Gu Qin held the easel and looked at Zhong Yue with a look of full attention.

"Almost. ”

He set his pen aside.

Gu Qin followed, "I said that you are so rich, why don't you buy some good paper and ink, that bottle of ink, I get dizzy when I smell it." ”

"Wait a minute. Zhong Yue washed his hands and added half a spoonful of vegetable oil to the soaked rice.

"Why haven't I heard of it?"

Zhong Yue said speechlessly: "You haven't even heard of bacon, you will eat it." ”

The rice was steaming on the gas stove, and Zhong Yue began to deal with the vegetables and bacon, which were easy to handle. After soaking the bacon, rinse it again with water and cut it into thin slices.

Gu Qin stood aside, wanting to help, but found that he couldn't intervene, so he could only start to point out, "Hey, your rice is smoking, quickly turn off the fire, turn off the fire." ”

"Don't make a fuss, it's just been cooked. Zhong Yue put the washed vegetables into the pot, and when the rice was almost cooked, he put the meat slices on top of the rice, and there was a large egg on it, and covered the casserole.

"What are you doing?"

Lingnan people eat Hu Jianren's claypot rice. ”

Gu Qin shook his head, not knowing what Zhong Yue would say again. However, the aroma of bacon in the pot slowly escaped. Zhong Yue lifted the lid of the pot and looked at the poached egg on top.

"Do you like soft-boiled eggs?"

"Yes. ”

Gu Qin's eyes had long been attracted by the white rice, the green and tender vegetable leaves, the poached eggs, and the red and black bacon, and he felt the tip of his tongue. When the soft-boiled eggs on the top were almost curdled, Zhong Yue poured the prepared sauce along the edge of the casserole.

Whoa!

The flavor of the sauce wrapped in the smell of bacon is completely emanated.

"Zhong Yue, it's a pity that you don't go to be a chef. ”

"Can you still be a chef with a dry stir-fried instant noodles and claypot rice? Zhong Yue soaked the rag and put it on the table with a casserole.

"Claypot rice, let's eat. ”

Gu Qin couldn't wait to pick up the iron spoon and scooped a spoonful of rice with anticipation.

The edge of the casserole has been smeared with oil before, and with half a spoonful of vegetable oil added when cooking rice, it has become a brown and crispy pot, chewing in the mouth and squeaking, fragrant and fragrant, plus the soft and glutinous rice in the middle, the rich soup with sauce makes Gu Qin have a great appetite.

"This rice ......"

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "Don't just eat, eat vegetables." ”

Originally, the rice soup contains vegetable oil, so the vegetables on top are bright green and bright, and the color is beautiful. Gu Qin blew it, and carefully tore a little vegetable leaf with the tip of his teeth, the taste was nothing special, but it was very refreshing. Gu Qin put another piece of shiny red bacon into his mouth.

The tight pork and the rich sauce aroma make this meat slice taste a little salty.

"It's salty, right? You have to eat with rice, according to your way of eating, the top dishes are all eaten, and the next meal is not moving. ”

Zhong Yue has a unique way of eating, using a spoon to break the soft-boiled eggs and mix them together. It looks like this, and the ...... It's a little unsightly, but it's refreshing to eat.

"You taught yourself all this?" In Gu Qin's eyes, this cooking is also an art, and there is no doubt that Zhong Yue's two appearances in the kitchen today, that kind of skillful cooking skills, have already given her a very powerful visual shock.

"Almost, my dad is lazy, everything he used to eat was boiled, after my mom divorced my dad, I usually went home and I cooked, so I learned to learn, and I slowly learned. Zhong Yue scooped a spoonful of rice and chewed it in his mouth, "The fat aunt's shop is just about to go to the wholesale market in the city to buy goods, and I have already asked my uncle to buy gasoline and come back, and it is estimated that it will arrive tomorrow afternoon." You'll stay here tonight, and I'll go to Uncle Zhang's house for the night. ”

Gu Qin nodded, feeling that it was not necessary, but since Zhong Yue had said so, he spoke again, and he seemed a little embarrassed, "I see that you love calligraphy very much, why didn't you apply for the Academy of Fine Arts in the first place?"

"Can calligraphy be eaten as a meal?" Zhong Yue pouted, at that time he didn't have this penmanship system, and practicing calligraphy was completely influenced by his grandfather and father, and he didn't have much enthusiasm, which was completely different from now. At that time, the family was in financial difficulties, and the majors he applied for were also very real, electrical engineering, engineering were very popular majors, and he thought that he would wait until he graduated and find a job in the city to make his father's life better, so he was content.

Gu Qin poked the rice with a spoon, "You are so vulgar, can art be measured by money?"

"Haha, is it very vulgar? Then it's vulgar, it's a layman, Jin Nong and Zheng Banqiao both sell paintings for a living, Qi Baishi paints shrimp and cabbage, and they are all priced according to a shrimp and a cabbage, according to what you say, they are all laymen?"

"You're quibbling. ”

"I didn't say that I was a secular stream, I was a layman. I love money. ”

Gu Qin chewed a mouthful of rice in his mouth, and glanced at him, "Sure enough, he's a money fan!"