After finding a table where no one was sitting down, Wen Yuxiu asked the boss for three bowls of mutton noodles and three pancakes.

The soup base of the mutton noodles is made from lamb bones, and the noodles are hand-rolled noodles with a few slices of mutton and green vegetables, which is delicious.

The pancakes can be torn into small pieces and put into the noodle soup to bubble, and the warm jade is soft and sweaty.

After the three of them were full, Wen Yuxiu went to settle the account.

Then, he said to Lan Yanshen: "Yanshen, there is a study near here, don't you want to sell paintings?" I'll take you and Yu'er over now? “

Lan Yanshen nodded.

Wen Yusoft glanced at Lan Yanshen, this little guy is so young, if the paintings he draws can really be sold, then the future is really limitless.

It just so happens that diagonally opposite this mutton noodle stall is a study called Qingxiang Study.

Wen Yuxiu took Lan Yanshen and Wen Yusoft into the study, it was noon, there were no other guests here, only a middle-aged man sitting in the counter bored, drowsy.

He heard footsteps entering the store, reluctantly opened his eyes and took a look, and saw that everyone was dressed ordinarily, not like a rich and noble family, so he said lazily: "What do you need from a few guest officers?" ”

Lan Yan took a step forward, walked to the counter, and asked the middle-aged man, "Do you accept calligraphy and paintings here?" ”

The middle-aged man yawned: "Accept it, but it depends on the quality of the thing." ”

His casual attitude obviously looked down on Lan Yanshen, and he felt that he would definitely not be able to come up with anything good.

Wen Yusoft and Wen Yuxiu had never seen what the painting Lan Yanshen painted looked like, and both of them looked at Lan Yanshen quietly.

Lan Yan listened to what the middle-aged man said, smiled slightly, and took off the bamboo tube containing the painting from behind his back: "I have a painting here, can you see if you accept it?" ”

"Who drew it? Did you draw it? The middle-aged man asked.

Lan Yanshen nodded lightly.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and when he saw that Lan Yanshen's expression didn't look like a joke, he laughed as if he had heard some joke.

Wen Yusoft saw that the middle-aged man was trembling with laughter, her brows furrowed, she walked to the counter in two steps, looked at him and said, "What are you laughing at?" Isn't it funny? ”

Lan Yanshen didn't expect Wen Yusoft to stand up for herself, so she glanced at her sideways.

The little girl's face was clouded at this time, obviously unhappy.

"Of course it's funny!" The middle-aged man's disdainful eyes looked at Lan Yanshen's body, "Little doll with milk that has not dried up, don't play with mud at home, what are you doing here for me?" ”

Such a young child actually came to him to sell paintings?

What can a child draw? The ghost drawing charm is pretty much the same.

Lan Yan listened to the middle-aged man say this, and there was no angry expression on his delicate little face, and he didn't say anything, but put the painttube on his back again.

He was never good at arguing with people, and he was too lazy to argue.

"You haven't even looked at his paintings, how can you say he's a troublemaker?" Wen Yuxiu couldn't stand the middle-aged man's style anymore, so he raised his voice a little and questioned him.

"Yo? I think you're all here to make trouble. The middle-aged man stood up and looked at Wen Yuxiu, Wen Yuruan, and Lan Yanshen unhappily, "I said where did you come from, you want to make trouble, and I don't see whose territory you come from?!" ”