Maybe because he was thinking about things, Su Guo unknowingly ate most of the chicken.

It wasn't until his body consciously burped that Su Guo realized that he had eaten enough.

Su Guo looked up at Huang Ermao, who was already staring at him dumbfounded.

I've seen dogs with good appetites, but I've never seen cats with such good appetites.

Therefore, the orange cat should be listed separately as a species, right?

Su Guo looked at the stone table again, the bones that Huang Ermao ate were all thrown in the box and placed on the ground, and Anna was gnawing happily now.

Su Guo looked at the chicken wings and most of the chicken skeleton left in his box, pushed the box towards Huang Ermao, and signaled that he was ready to eat.

Huang Ermao took the box very understandingly, and also placed it under the stone table. Anyway, the cat eats the rest, and there is no other use except to feed the dogs.

Su Guo looked at the small courtyard, leaning against the stone table here is a flower garden, in which some flowers are planted in a mess, Su Guo recognized that some of them should be roses, and some are not clear.

On the other side of the small courtyard is a grape trellis, but there are no grapes hanging on it, I don't know if it is not knotted, or it has been lighted.

There are two bamboo chairs under the grape trellis, and between them is a small bamboo square coffee table. I have to say that Brother Ming's house is still quite a bit bourgeoisie.

Su Guo, who was originally going to visit again after eating, was too lazy to move because he was too tired to eat, so he simply jumped off the stone table and ran to the grape trellis.

Jumped on a bamboo chair, leaned back on the back of the chair, straightened two hind legs, and posed in a Kyoto paralyzed pose.

Huang Ermao neatly threw Anna's empty box after eating into the shopping bag, and then carried the shopping bag and didn't know where to go.

Su Guo was comfortably blowing a small breeze, listening to the even snoring sound from Anna's nose lying on the side of her chair, and just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard the bamboo chair opposite her creaking.

Su Guo lifted his eyelids and looked at the other side, Huang Ermao sat down on the bamboo chair, and also held a yellow-brown wooden block and a carving knife in his hand.

Su Guo's ears pricked up, and he was about to get up, but was stopped by Huang Ermao.

"You just lie down like that for a while, I'll make an appearance of you, carve a cat to practice your hands."

Su Guo originally wanted to insist on getting up and posing for a spiritual point, but he remembered the last time he modeled for the old lady in the doll shop, and it took a lot of energy to put on a mental pose, and it was estimated that it would take longer to carve wood than to sketch.

Forget it, I'd better continue to be paralyzed, anyway, in such a paralyzed position, not to mention an hour, two hours, three hours are not afraid.

Huang Ermao looks dressed in a non-mainstream manner, and his demeanor is also a little ruffian, but with a carving knife in his hand, his face is serious, and even his whole temperament has changed.

Maybe it was because the carving knife was sharper, or maybe it was Huang Ermao's skillful technique, Su Guo saw that the sawdust was cut off from the wooden block by Huang Ermao and landed at his feet, and the original rectangular wooden block gradually changed shape.

Sharp corners are gone, only silky lines.

I don't know how long it took, but I saw that the wooden block turned into the shape of a slumped cat.

Although the lines are still simple, you can clearly see the appearance of the body and limbs.

Huang Ermao blew the sawdust on the wooden block in his hand, put the half-finished cat and the carving knife on the small coffee table, and then stretched out his hands and stretched upward.

Seeing that the orange cat that was originally paralyzed had turned over and sat up energetically, he leaned his head over and carefully looked at the wooden cat on the small coffee table, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's not good yet! Fruit! And carve some details! ”

As he spoke, Huang Ermao took out a smaller and thinner bevel carving knife from the butt pocket of his pants and put it on the coffee table.

"You need to use this knife to engrave details, and I also have to let my hands rest for a while, and when I engrave the next moment, my hands can't shake, and it's over if I shake it!"

After that, they shook their hands and started hand exercises.

Su Guo first tilted his head and looked in the direction of Huang Ermao's buttocks, there was a carving knife in his butt pocket, could he really not be stabbed when he sat down?

Then, he lowered his head and studied the half-finished wooden cat on the small coffee table.

Although it is said to be a semi-finished product, the whole shape has come out, and with Su Guo's more "dick" eyes, although this wooden cat has not yet depicted the details of his facial features or anything, he can still see that he has a lazy appearance just now.

Su Guo looked at Huang Ermao suspiciously, this non-mainstream guy, is he still a master of wood carving?

Although it is said that he is a "capable person in the folk", this one, the temperament is too incompatible, right?

I don't know if it was stimulated by Su Guo's puzzled eyes, Huang Ermao continued to massage his fingers with both hands, and chattered at the same time.

Ermao was born in a carpentry family, his parents can also be called master carpenters, and the eldest brother also inherited his parents' craftsmanship, but Huang Ermao, as an old man, has been blocked out of this circle.

Huang Ermao didn't understand this when he was a child, but he didn't understand it when he grew up.

When I was young, the excuse at home was that the carpentry room was too dirty and messy, so you better go outside and play.

After getting a little older, Huang Ermao expressed a little interest in his father's and brother's work, and his grandmother and mother said that it was too hard to be a carpenter, and the family already had a big brother to inherit the skills, so you just need to eat, play, and enjoy.

"I really don't understand, I know they want to spoil me and let me enjoy the best, but why do they always want me to make a fool under the guise of being good for me?"

"I want to learn carpentry skills, I really like it, but my family just won't let me do it, if it weren't for Brother Ming taking care of me and letting me secretly build a carpentry workshop at his house, I can't practice my current craft. Moreover, my father and my brother were reluctant to teach me, as if I wanted to learn carpentry but not learn it, so I had to learn the craft at home, and I had to learn it secretly. ”

"It's like, in college, although my grades are not good, but I can get a good major in a second-rate university in Kyoto, at least I can learn some skills, right? But my family said that there was a way to send me to Hujiang University, and the school sign was loud, but what can I do when I learn from that philosophy department? ”

Huang Ermao's face was full of confusion, and he pointed at Su Guo's nose, "Look at it, does my face look like the kind of person with deep thoughts?" ”

"Brother Ming also said that the family has no bad intentions, they spoil me and are good for me, but for my good is to turn me into a waste?"

Huang Ermao grabbed two handfuls of hair hard, he really liked wood carving, and he really wanted to learn the craft, but Brother Ming couldn't help him with this. Even if Brother Ming knew other wood carving masters, it was impossible for him to be introduced to apprenticeship. Because to do that, it is to slap his father's face alive, in Brother Ming's words, it is strange that he will not vomit blood and die in anger.

Therefore, no matter how much Huang Ermao likes it, he can only look at those ordinary teaching videos on the Internet by himself, look at some information about the road, and then watch his father's and brother's works like a thief, trying to understand something.

Perhaps, the most bitter loser in the legend is like him, right?