At Master Wang's house, every day before eating, Weiyang's father was so hungry that he seemed to be panicking.

So, pretending to be looking for something, he ran to the kitchen door with a puff of smoke, gently lifted the door a thin slit, and peeked in.

He was curious to know what to cook for today's meal, because his master was ingenious and clever, and almost every meal he cooked was not the same, and it tasted good, and it was the first time in his life that he had eaten it.

Once, he tiptoed to the kitchen door, peeked through the crack in the door, and saw that Wang Shiniang was not in the house, so he slipped in with a puff of smoke.

He panicked, as if he was a thief, grabbed two soft thin noodle steamed buns from the bun cage, flattened them, and then stuffed them into his arms, panting and slipping away.

Another time, Wang Shiniang steamed a big pot of fine noodle steamed buns. At the dinner table, he grabbed two at a time in a poor manner, saying that he would go to the yard to review the drawings while eating.

So saying, he walked quickly into the timber room.

After almost finishing eating the two steamed buns, he slowly walked out and returned to the table.

Seeing that the master and the master didn't pay attention, he grabbed another one, and ate it as if he had been hungry for three days and three nights.

In a hurry, a big steamed bun disappeared in the palm of his hand in a few bites, and then, wiped his mouth and burped a few loud times.

When his wife saw that he was eating well, she smiled politely and asked, "Is it delicious?" One more. ”

Weiyang's father smiled shyly back at the corner of his mouth, and when he smiled, he grabbed another one and started eating.

When he was about to send it to the mouth, he told his master and mother that he was going to the yard to review the drawings, and when he went out, he saw that no one was paying attention, so he grabbed one of the monkeys on the plate.

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And just like that, three months passed in a blink of an eye.

Weiyang's father was born from the beginning, step by step to today's hand familiarity, and then step by step, to the later skill.

He was so familiar with his hands that he was able to recreate the movable chair that his master used to sit on under his buttocks, as it was, without losing his skill.

When the craft was practiced here, he couldn't help but boast like a king selling melons.

He also brought the finished chair to his master for evaluation.

Unexpectedly, his master looked at his work, but instead of praising him as he imagined, he poured cold water on his head.

His master said solemnly, "You're just imitating!" You must know that to be a good carpenter, you must first learn to read drawings, but you still have not understood this. ”

In fact, all along, Weiyang's father has only adhered to the attitude of learning art while eating and drinking. No, or simply say he's just here to eat and drink.

Because he only knew how to eat and drink the food of his master's house, and he never thought of learning the craft to the level of perfection.

He just blindly thought, what are you eating today? What's going to be eaten tomorrow?

Thinking about how to take more like a rat storing winter food when he is eating and drinking.

His attitude towards learning can be said to have been vividly reflected in life.

For example, sometimes his master took over too much work from other villages, so he followed his master to work so-so for a while.

At this time, his master didn't care about giving him patient guidance.

When there is not much work, I occasionally come to him and point at him, saying that this is not good, that is not good, that must be this, must be like that.

In this way, he talked endlessly, talked for a long time, but in the end he still emphasized that he wanted to look at the drawings.

Sometimes he was so dazed by the Master's instructions that he almost fell asleep, so he simply petrified and sat on a bench for most of the day, sometimes looking motionless and quite focused.

In fact, if you look closely, you will find that his preoccupation, his immobility, is all napping.

At one point, he thought about going to the toolbox to get a wide-mouthed planer and flatten the board in his hand.

As a result, he naturally took it, but as soon as he sat down on the long bench, he immediately became petrified, and if you look at it from a distance, you will think that he is pondering the drawings that the master has told him.

So, an hour passed......

So, two hours passed......

The plank in his hand remained motionless.

When he had had enough napping, he woke up like from a dream, put the board on the plank bed, and then made a nervous posture that he was going to do a big job.

And in the interval between his left eye and his right eye, he was so sleepy that he began to nap.

In short, for the whole morning, he almost had a board in his hand, unhurried, unhurried, and playing slowly and upside down like an old man.