The three of them had a warm dinner.

Compared to usual, the two dishes are already very hearty.

Grandma Jiang looked at the two people while eating.

Wen Ling doesn't need to be fed now, but Jiang Shi is still not at ease.

After a meal, I have to ask several times if I want to eat this one and if I want to clip that.

It's not just talking, but I also got started with the dishes.

The movements are gentle and careful, and from time to time I have to look sideways and quietly look at Wen Ling.

It seems that Wen Ling is particularly good at eating?

And Wen Ling was not unaware, because the tips of the little girl's ears always turned red unconsciously when Jiang Shi's gaze was too hot, and the whole person lowered her head shyly, and even the action of eating was much softer.

Wen Ling, who cleaned up, is pleasing to the eye when she looks at it, and it is normal for Jiang Shi to watch her eat.

Grandma Jiang felt that it was herself, and she could eat a few more bites of food when she looked at Wen Ling.

After eating, Jiang Shi cleaned up.

He really didn't let Wen Ling interfere at all, he cleaned up quickly, cleaned up for Grandma Jiang's side again, and then took Wen Ling back to the room.

The two of them washed and washed, and they were busy for a while.

By the time it was over, it was already a little late.

For the modern world, seven o'clock is just the beginning of nightlife, the mobile phone has not been swiped, the game has not been played, how can it be considered late at night?

But for people in this era, it's really late.

Many families in the village can't even pull wires or light electric lights, and now they still have kerosene lamps.

Kerosene is also expensive, and most people don't consume much, and they usually count the hours.

If you can eat early, no one wants to drag it out.

Wen Ling and the others were late when they came back, and it took a long time to cook, so they delayed it late.

At this time, I finished washing up and got on the kang, and it was past eight o'clock.

Blowing the kerosene lamp, when the two of them started, they were still two quilts.

But after a while, Wen Ling quietly touched it.

Painting is a thing that is once born and twice cooked.

Last night, Jiang Shi was quite jerky about things like painting, and many times, he didn't even know the essentials, it was all human instinct.

But later, after figuring it out and understanding some fun, tonight, Jiang Shi has been upgraded to no longer be a primary school chicken.

Feeling the little girl's slightly cool little hand, Jiang Shi pulled the person over.

Originally, he wanted to take the initiative, but he was afraid of scaring the little girl.

In addition, I have walked the mountain road for most of the day today, and I don't know, is the little girl tired?

Jiang Shi was afraid that Wen Ling would be tired, and he would toss around blindly, what should he do if Wen Ling was uncomfortable?

They had just been married, and their days were still long, but they were not in a hurry for a moment's pleasure.

But if the little girl took the initiative, Jiang Shi felt that he still had no resistance.

But after only a few seconds of hesitation, he completely surrendered and handed over the brush.

One night of pen wandering dragon, one night of paper hustle and bustle.

Probably figuring out the true essentials of painting, Jiang Shi felt like an exploratory student, always wanting to try new ideas, new methods, and even new ways to hold a pen, or a new way of painting.

And the process of exploration is also very fun.

233 originally quietly wanted to observe it, but in the end he couldn't stand it anymore, and then quietly blocked the picture of the two people and went to see the picture of others.

(End of chapter)