Thanks to the Killing Town Soul Song, the Night Drunk Dream Without a Trace, and the ink Tang Feng reward.

"Doctor?" Lu Wei called lightly, is your old man evil or like Zhao Xuan's foodie, who can't move when he sees food?

"Uh-oh." Dr. Mi responded in his mouth, his eyes were stunned and he looked at the bun for a long time, and shouted: "The four treasures of the study!" ”

Isn't it on your hand? Oh, you think the grade is too low, but the ones you specified haven't been bought back yet, with Su Mu riding a donkey, slow speed, it is estimated that it will be good to be able to rush back before sunset.

The little guy looked left and right, and persuaded: "Ah Lang, I don't know if you want to paint today, you don't bring the four treasures of the study, it's better to use the shop, wait until you go home, and make another one." ”

Since you have inspiration, don't care about the quality of the pen and ink, and draw it quickly to get serious.

"Nonsense, pen and ink are very important, how can you be rash?" Dr. Mi scolded lightly and said, "You go back to the house to get pen and ink, you have to be fast." ”

This is the west of the city, enter the city and then go to the mansion to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, rely on two legs, when do you have to go? You're going to blame me for not doing my job well. The boss of the little guy was not happy and said, "Ah Lang, the guy from the shop has been in the city for a long time, and he must be back soon." ”

"You lazy slave, tell you to do something, just procrastinating."

Dr. Mi was about to fight, his eyes were still looking at the buns, Lu Wei next to him really couldn't stand it, and called a guy: "Go and see the guest officers outside, if anyone brings the four inks of the study, if there is, borrow a set, and say that I have a lot of thanks." ”

The man came back soon, and there was a familiar face with him, just to see the little county lord, he fell off the bench, and inexplicably quarreled with Dr. Mi The literati, who heard that Dr. Mi was going to paint, came to see the excitement, and mocked by the way.

As soon as the literati saw the bun on the table, his eyes were about to bulge, he kept swallowing saliva, gurgling, walked straight over, picked up a bun, and was about to send it to his mouth.

There was a soft sound of "pop", and the bun in his hand fell off, just when the bun was about to fall to the ground, a slender and thin hand caught it, and then, a clear-looking face was twisted and hideous, and a loud cry was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day: "You thief is splashing, why do you move the old man's steamed buns?" ”

The literati was overwhelmed and said, "This steamed bun is yours?" "If you say it earlier, if you say it earlier, I won't move.

Lu Wei felt dazzled, why did Dr. Mi look at the bun in his hand with tears? Doesn't this fall to the ground, fall on the ground and pat off the dust, you can also eat, the worst is the worst, don't you just tear off the skin that lands? Well, if you don't want to tear the skin, wipe it clean before eating.

It's too unmanly to cry for such a trivial matter.

The next scene made Lu Wei stunned, and the little guy poured out the mouth of the pot, and the water gurgled and poured all on the bun in Dr. Mi's hand. No matter how good the bun is, it will quickly become soft and foamy, become a paste, and then become a pulp-like thing; The cabbage, irrigated with mountain spring water, quickly dispersed, and the vegetable foam fell to the ground.

The literati obviously didn't know what this strange old man was doing, and said blankly: "Okay, what is this doing?" I don't want it, give it to me, why bother with such an expensive thing?

"Dr. Mi, what are you doing here?" Lu Wei looked at the puddle of things on the ground that couldn't be eaten, and then looked at the fewer and fewer buns in his hand, he was really speechless, even if you burned a lot of money, you can't spoil things like this, even if you want to spoil it, don't make a mess, okay?

What made him even more speechless was that Dr. Mi turned a fresh, hot steamed bun that was still steaming and worth five times into a puddle of green and white mixed things, washed his hands, shook him, and saluted this puddle of green and white things, and muttered in his mouth: "Brother Mantou, please leave, the old man will not send it far." ”

Are you sure you're nervous? At this moment, the literati whose mouth is wide enough to be stuffed into a big bun can't be calm, I want to eat, you take it back, grab it back and spoil it, this is a grudge against me?

Dr. Mi made no secret of his dislike for the literati: "What is this pickled thing doing here?" ”

"You said the old man pickled goods?" The literati was shocked: "When did I offend you, why did you target you in various ways as soon as we met?" ”

Just now outside, he thought about it, he couldn't remember seeing such a person, and now he was sure that the two met for the first time today, and they had not crossed paths before. But the two have the same status and are of the same age, so they have to have a common language no matter how they say it, why do they look at him unpleasantly when they meet?

Dr. Mi ignored him, turned to Lu Wei and said, "Avi, get this pickled goods out." ”

The pickled goods are probably scolding, this Lu Wei can understand, what he doesn't understand is, what is Dr. Mi doing? How did the obscene literati get in? This is the backyard, not the front eatery.

The guy hasn't recovered from the shock yet, he's a big deal, what about Wuguan, it's just like that, if you don't eat it, how good it would be to reward him. Feeling Lu Wei's inquiring eyes, the guy subconsciously said, "This guest officer has the four treasures of the study. ”

"Don't want it, dirty." Dr. Mi flicked the sleeves of his robe, and the anti-guest began to drive people away: "Go out." ”

"Where am I dirty?" This must be made clear, otherwise he will lose his reputation for the rest of his life. The literati couldn't help but vomit blood and asked.

Dr. Mi was far away from him, and pointed to his head and face with disgust: "Look in the mirror and see, are you not dirty like this?" ”

In good conscience, the literati fell off the bench, fell and ate, his head and face were covered with fine sand, and the carriage chasing the ring was dusted by the carriage, although it was not much, but as long as there was a little bit, in the eyes of Dr. Mi, it was intolerable.

Lu Weidao: "Because he has ash on his hands and touches steamed buns, so you don't eat it?" Since you don't eat it, why don't you give it to him? ”

It's okay for two people to buy a copy together, so why waste a good thing? What kind of weirdo is this?

Dr. Mi had an expression of almost crying: "I want to eat, I want to wash it and eat it, but as soon as the steamed buns touch the water, they turn into pulp." ”

"You don't know that steamed buns can't be washed with water?" Now, it's Lu Wei's turn to be shocked, are you an earthling? Don't tell me, you've never eaten a pasta like buns before.

Xiao Wu said helplessly: "Xiao Lang doesn't know, my Ah Lang has a very heavy cleanliness habit, but everything that others have touched, he has to wash and wash again." Last time, I was dismissed because of the sacrificial clothes. Originally, my family Ah Lang was already a member of the Ministry of Rites, but after being dismissed, he came back and had to be a doctor of calligraphy and painting. ”

And what's going on? Lu Wei is like a fantasy.

But the literati cried out: "Are you a flintstone layman? ”

Dr. Mie turned his face childishly, and looked like I wouldn't talk to you. The little guy sighed: "It's not my Ah Lang." ”

With such a strange owner on the stall, he is really helpless.

The literati was excited, pulled Lu Wei's sleeve and said, "Owner, quickly, help the old man ask for a piece of ink treasure from the flint layman, and the old man has a lot of thanks." ”

What's the situation? Lu Weidao: "This Dr. Mi is very famous? "It seems that just now the little guy boasted that his family Ah Lang is one of the four masters of calligraphy and painting? What kind of home can be called, must be very capable?