Yang Xue was busy pulling out the stools and tables one by one from the three wheels and arranging them, and when she saw the arrival of the two, she put down the work she was doing and said with a smile: "Are you here?" Soon, I thought you'd be late. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Auntie." Tang Qin shouted with a smile.

No matter what time it was, he felt that Yang Xue was extremely kind. Maybe it's because Yang Xue is somewhat similar to Jiang Xinyi in some aspects.

"Mom, the school is so close to here, of course it's fast." Hu Xuewen also said.

"Auntie, I'll help you."

Tang Qin said that he would come to help Yang Xue move things.

"Oh, what are you doing, I'll be able to get these things done soon, you can sit down for a while." Yang Xue pushed Tang Qin, not wanting him to trouble, but where would Tang Qin really sit down, Yang Xue did these things every day, and she was indeed quite tired as a woman to move these things.

"It's fine."

Tang Qin moved down the heavier tables one by one and placed them neatly on the side.

Hu Xuewen and Yang Xue's mother and daughter glanced at each other, and smiles welled up in their eyes. "Mom, we've got it together."

"Haha, then I'll trouble you." Yang Xue showed a smile of relief.

Tang Qin finally moved out the liquefied gas cylinder and the custom-made stove and placed it at the front of the stall, and it was done. This stove was bought by Yang Xue from the Internet, and it was also Tang Qin's meaning, so that he could make multiple large plates of chicken at one time.

In fact, the large plate of chicken given by Tang Qin is not very difficult to make, after mastering it, Yang Xue has been able to make delicious large plate chicken very skillfully after so many days of practice. The amount of one portion is just right, no more, no less.

"That's pretty much it."

Tang Qin looked at the stall and suddenly had an idea. "Wait a minute."

"Tang Qin, where are you going?" Hu Xuewen looked at Tang Qin, who turned around and was about to leave, with some puzzlement.

"We'll find out later."

After speaking, Tang Qin had already run away without a shadow.

Not long after, Tang Qin came back with a large white cardboard in his hand, a brush, and some ink, and Hu Xuewen's mother and daughter were puzzled----- what was he going to do?

The cardboard is as tall as Tang Qin alone, and I don't know where he bought it from.

Soon, the mother and daughter understood what Tang Qin meant.

Hu Xuewen looked at Tang Qin in surprise: "You...... Do you want to write? ”

Tang Qin bowed his head and said with a smile: "Isn't it easier to attract guests with a name?" ”

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A prince, a piece of cardboard, a pen and ink, Tang Qin rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and wrote in the midst of the pedestrians coming and going.

To be honest, this is the first time he has fiddled with pen and ink in front of people.

In the past, he would always hover on the edge of life and death when performing tasks, but writing and painting became Tang Qin's pastime in his leisure time, because when he was writing and painting, Tang Qin would calm down his impetuous heart.

At first, Yang Xue was still worried that she had just changed her career to make a large plate of chicken, and the first day of business would definitely end miserably, after all, people knew that the barbecue she made before was very unpalatable, and they would think that the big plate chicken would definitely not be delicious------

But Tang Qin's move directly attracted the attention of many people.

On this snack street, there are some college students studying in the university town, not only Hunan University, but also some other college students.

Young people have a sense of curiosity and the psychology of watching the excitement, seeing Tang Qin alone with his sleeves rolled, as if preparing to write, these people came one after another, at first a few people, then more than a dozen people, and then more and more people.

"You see, that man seems to be writing?"

"Nonsense, you want to paint, right?"

"Let's check it out!"

"Let's go!"

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Tang Qin did not rush to start the pen, but after adjusting the ink, he let the brush be stained with ink, and stood quietly in place, contemplative.

The fragrant breeze of the barbecue blew through Uncle Zhao's barbecue stall next door, blowing his broken hair into chaos. Uncle Zhao's voice also came: "Young man, what are you going to do?" -----Sister Yang, is this your son-in-law?" ”

Hu Xuewen was inexplicably lying down, her face was slightly red, and she was about to say a word, but she was pressed back by Yang Xue's words: "He is my daughter's classmate, and I don't know what he is going to do." ”

Tang Qin said with a smile: "I'm going to give my aunt's shop a resounding name." ”

Uncle Zhao gave Tang Qin a thumbs up while fiddling with the barbecue on the shelf: "In this way---- I used to admire those who can write, especially the brush makes it good, that's a great one, I can't imagine that you are young, but you can write a good hand?" ”

"Don't dare to be." After Tang Qin smiled, he stopped talking.

The conversation between the two made the people around Tang Qin more and more, and it seemed to be a warm-up for the opening.

Tang Qin thought about it again, and finally came up with a suitable name, dipped the brush in ink, and finally began to move the pen.

Since it's a big plate of chicken, let's have an interesting name related to "chicken".

It's better to call ------

The life of a chicken?

The name can have! Tang Qin smiled knowingly, as if he was talking to himself in his heart.

Hold the pen, put the pen down.

The first word is the most difficult of the six words, although it has only one stroke, but it is the most powerful word.

After a while, the next few words flowed smoothly, Tang Qin wrote in one go, the brush ran freely on the cardboard, and each stroke was powerful through the back of the paper, which was natural.

After a while, six elegant big characters were stained with the entire cardboard, looking at it from a distance, the pattern and skill were first-class, and the people around were amazed and stunned at the same time, especially Uncle Zhao, who almost scorched a chicken wing in his hand.

"Awesome! Awesome! ”

Tang Qin smiled, picked up the cardboard, and hung it next to Yang Xue's stove, so that people passing by around could see it at a glance.

"It's so pretending to be forced, actually dancing in front of so many people." A boy said when he saw this.

A girl next to him pushed him and said angrily: "What do you know, people have a tone, can you...... I don't know what school he is, but he was so temperamental when he wrote just now...... It's so handsome! ”

These words made the boy next to her who had spoken before speechless for a moment, and felt greatly hurt. He pursed his lips and spat out: "What's the big deal, isn't it just that you can write a few words......"

"You can do it." The girl gave him a blank look.

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