Luan Xiaotian secretly rolled her eyes and said a bunch of nonsense, it is better to let her ears be quiet for a while.

Besides, aren't all methods realized by yourself, and it is not as convincing to mechanically accept what others have instilled as it is to operate it with hands.

Nan Yukong's hand slapped heavily on Luan Xiaotian's head, "Don't think about it!" ”

"Oh......" she said, touching the knocked head with the back of her paintbrush, "I'm not thinking. ”

Nan Yukong didn't have time to dodge, and the blue paint was thrown directly on the white shirt, helpless: "Keep painting." ”

"Now remember to dilute the paint with water and add cold color," Nan Yukong looked at the pen in her hand poking directly into the heavy paint, and suddenly felt sad, "This is the method of applying thin first and then thick painting, do you want to learn it?" ”

Luan Xiaotian was stunned, "Learn!." ”

Why don't you learn from white prostitutes?

"This step is like painting a watercolor painting, quickly applying it thinly according to the overall color feeling, creating a controversial color environment in the picture, and then gradually thickening it to continue to express the color relationship in depth." Nan Yukong's finger fell on the blue sky before, "The thin painting should be good at retaining, so that the color of the picture can be thick and thin, and the color can be layered and heavy." ”

"Do you understand these methods?"

A few ways to do it...... Aren't there just two!

If you don't say it in advance, who will know how many there are, "These methods are all very carefully, from this to that ......"

Nan Yukong smiled and said, "There are four kinds, and it is said that the differentiated pigments are not as strong as oil paintings and acrylic adhesions, and they can be painted at will. ”

Luan Xiaotian seems to understand whether he understands or not.

What a slap in the face!

Gritting his teeth, "I'll definitely learn well!" ”

Nan Yukong, "The lines are well mastered, and then the perspective is well mastered, and the most basic sketch sketches can be kept up." ”

"I know......" Luan Xiaotian, who was holding a paintbrush in his hand, responded timidly, and said silently in his heart: Her hard days are coming again.

Persuading people to learn art is not tolerated.

Nan Yukong half-narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, "What, I don't want to learn anymore?" ”

"Nope!" How could she not want to learn, since yesterday she is the one who has been trying to carry forward her painting skills!

"Third young master, the old lady is calling." The housekeeper was sweating profusely, and he couldn't cope with the old lady, so he came up to move the rescuers.

Luan Xiaotian was stuck in his throat and wanted to struggle, but he stopped talking and directly suffocated it back into his stomach.

"Third Young Master, ...... your clothes," the housekeeper asked tentatively as he stared at the paint on Nan Yukong's clothes.

"Out of the way."

The housekeeper turned sideways and stepped out of the door.

In the past, when the third young master painted, he would not get a little paint on his body except for his hands.

When did it change...... It must have been when Miss Luan came.

When the housekeeper left the studio, he smiled lightly at the back of a serious person as he closed the door.

Miss Luan, you must change the temperament of the third young master, and you must let him come out of the past.

**

It was already evening after completing ten paintings, and Luan Xiaotian's body was covered with colored paint from beginning to end.

"Miss Luan?" The housekeeper opened the door and poked his head out, "The third young master is not at home today, I will cook what you want to eat for dinner." ”

Luan Xiaotian smiled at the housekeeper, "I'll make white rice porridge once." ”

Add a little minced vegetables and meat sauce for a balanced nutrition.

"Why are you embarrassed to let you do such rough work," the third young master explained when he was leaving, and Miss Luan was not allowed to have any problems.

"It's okay, I used to cook my own food."

Luan Xiaotian threw the clothes that could not be reused by the paint into the trash, and looked at it helplessly, which was a pity.

It's really hard to draw clothes, it's really hard, it's too hard.

In the kitchen, Luan Xiaotian's skillful knife work and the cutting board are seamlessly connected, and the rhythm of the rhythm is clean and neat, and the number of times per second is the same.

The white rice porridge on the stove next to it has been carefully washed and has been boiled out of the mouthwatering aroma.

The large crucian carp was just bought at noon, and although it is not a very precious fish, it is good that it is fresh and it will not be very troublesome to debon.

Then she chopped a small bundle of celery beside her into small pieces, and cut the ginger slices into small strips.

The housekeeper is old and celery is not easy to eat, so it is suitable for all ages.

Open the lid of the casserole, and the steaming white mist unceremoniously rushes into the hood, and the minced fish and shredded ginger are boiled for five minutes.

Add a pinch of salt and pepper and sprinkle with chopped celery to enhance freshness.

A fragrant porridge with vegetables and fish is ready.

"Steward, how about you taste it?" Luan Xiaotian put a bowl on the table, "If it's delicious, I'll make it later." ”

The housekeeper was stunned and startled, picked up the spoon, blew it, and tasted it a little.

The taste is just right for the heat, and there will be no fishy smell.

I didn't expect the seemingly petite and delicate girl to cook so deliciously.

"Not bad," a big spoon put into his mouth, "The third young master must let him taste it when he goes home." ”

"Then I'll hold a little ......"

"Housekeeper ......!!" A loud voice pierced through the door into the living room.

Luan Xiaotian was interrupted again, only to hear someone shouting to the housekeeper very anxiously, but he didn't see anyone appear for a long time.

"Oh no!!" The voice shouted again.

Luan Xiaotian saw clearly who that person was.

She didn't know her, but she looked good, and the suit on her body also matched his temperament.

Judging from the combination of colors, the only awkward thing is the bright green brooch on his chest, which is really eye-catching.

Does life have to be lit up?

"Miss Luan," Secretary Cui greeted her and sat directly in front of the housekeeper.

Mr. Nan showed off to him that there was a beautiful woman hidden in the house, and at this glance, the one in front of him should be, yes.

He sniffed the air, picked up the porridge in front of the housekeeper and began to put it in his mouth.

"Cui Heng, you stinky boy!" The housekeeper couldn't stop it in time, and the delicious food that had just cooled actually entered Cui Heng's stomach like that.

The delicacy of the world is refreshing!

"Ah......" Cui Heng sighed in the sky, "It's much more comfortable." ”

He came here for the sake of Mr. Nan's affairs, and I am afraid it will be too late if it is too late.

Human life is at stake!

Cui Heng stood up respectfully, with the two big words 'serious' written on his face, and shouted again, "Miss Luan." ”

Luan Xiaotian, who was named, was inexplicably indifferent to him, glanced at him briefly, and used the bowl at hand to fill a new bowl for the housekeeper.

"Who are you?" Luan Xiaotian was unceremonious.

The first impression is that this person is really familiar, so familiar that he has no friends.