Like a child who had done something wrong, Susan turned around and lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Su Man: "Sister, it's the portrait of the male god's brother you painted under the tea shed next to you a few days ago, and I picked it up when you threw it on the ground." ”

Su Man then remembered: "So, you gave Feng Tianche?" ”

"Sister, don't I think you want to be a male god brother, and I don't admit it, so I want to help you?" Susan smiled weakly.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about my sister's affairs in the future, I have my own measure."

"Yes, sister."

"Okay, dead girl, don't be fierce little girl, she just cares about you." Feng Tianche comforted.

"Shut up, my sister I said it myself, you are not allowed to talk about her."

"Oh, the master is helping you, it's really good at protecting the short, hurry up and paint a portrait, the cold is still waiting for you." Feng Tianche urged.

Su Man looked at the letter in his hand, thinking about it, forget it, Gongzi is not related to him, but he still helps him like this, she can't be too picky.

"Okay, for the sake of the silver tael, I'll draw it." Suman turned and went to the house.

It's just that she picked up a pen and paper and drew several sheets on the paper, but she didn't draw the cold night of the night.

"Dead girl, what are you painting, it doesn't look like it at all, isn't that portrait painted by you?" Feng Tianche doubted life.

If you can't pay the difference, you can't tell what Han will do to herself.

"It was drawn by my sister's own hands, and I saw it with my own eyes." Susan hid in the doorway, whispering proof.

"Then why can't this be drawn?"

Su Man looked at the expression of an idiot: "Painting is about inspiration and mood, if you urge me to paint so much, I will definitely not be able to paint, or I will paint something else for you." ”

"Then how can it be done, Han Zhi said that he wanted a portrait."

"You are stupid, you don't need a tendon to do things, you have to know how to be flexible, Your Highness wants to paint a portrait just because I painted it, as long as I paint anything, it doesn't matter." Suman explained.

Feng Tianche looked skeptical: "Is this really the case?" ”

"If you don't believe me, bring these portraits with you, so he won't blame you."

"Okay, listen to you, if you blame me, you have to bear it for me."

Su Man didn't pay attention to him, thought about it seriously, and then started to draw.

Feng Tianche looked at it for a long time, but he didn't understand: "Dead girl, what are you painting?" ”

"With your IQ, you can't understand, you just have someone send it to Childe, and I'll bring you twenty jars of pickles with you." Suman spoke.

"Cut, the master is too lazy to look at it, okay, hurry up and let Ah San load the car, the master has become an errand between you, and you have to pay for the errands with Han when you turn back."

Su Man went to the cellar and took all the pickles that were still a few days away, so that there would be a few days left in Kyoto, and the pickles could be eaten just when they arrived.

Feng Tianche sat on a stool in the yard, eating jerky, which was called a smug.

Now that the task assigned by the cold is completed, he doesn't have to be in such a hurry, not to mention that the food of the dead girl's family is not bad.

After getting the pickles, Suman hurried to make the ramen.

Yang Cuiliu made a fire, Susan brought the bowl, Li Qiuyue and others also came to help, everyone knew that Feng Tianche had no malicious intentions, so now they are not afraid of him.

It didn't take long for the ramen to be ready.

Feng Tianche looked at the noodles in the bowl, which were thicker than ordinary noodles, and there were shredded meat and coriander on them, which smelled good.