Chapter 966 There Is Someone Who Works Harder

Yuan Zhou closed the store door, which attracted the attention of many diners, although it is normal to close the store outside of business hours.

But generally speaking, in the afternoon, Yuan Zhou was either carving outside or reading books and studying cooking, and the door was always open.

It only closes once or twice, so diners are all trying to figure out whether Boss Yuan has prepared new dishes.

Some people started betting on whether Boss Yuan's new dish would be meat or vegetarian. The people in Yuanzhou's store are really interesting to talk about.

But the fact is... Yuanzhou was secretly adding a dish to himself. After all, he had a lot of ingredients prepared, so he made two dishes.

After finishing the meal, Yuanzhou slumped on his seat and burped. Fortunately, the whole fish feast did not require too many ingredients prepared in advance. Most of the fish were freshly killed, otherwise Yuanzhou would not be able to finish it.

In fact, it was lucky. Fortunately, Wu Hai was talking to Zhou Xi, otherwise Wu Hai, who had a beast-like intuition about food, might have come and knocked on the door.

The situation is like this...

"Puffy"

Zhou Xi held a bunch of things and knocked on Wu Hai's door. As for why he knew which room Wu Hai lived in and Wu Hai's room number, who didn't know this?

"The door is not closed, come in yourself." Wu Hai's voice came from inside the house.

Zhou Xi held her things in her arms and carefully opened the door and came in.

Wu Hai's room was exactly as Zhou Xi imagined, very messy.

On the floor of the room, there were many used drawing papers and canvases. Not only that, there were also many miscellaneous things painted on the four walls.

In addition to drawing paper, Wu Hai's room also has the most paintbrushes. There is a paintbrush on the sink in the bathroom, on the TV cabinet in the living room, and even on the bedside lamp.

Zhou Xi had heard of some very powerful painters who would write down their inspirations through drawings.

It was obvious that Wu Hai was like this. In fact, what he didn't know was that Zheng Jiawei would put up new white wallpaper every other month, and this was put up just before Zheng Jiawei left.

"Since I don't know what kind of toothpaste you use, Wu Menyan, I bought one of each kind, more than thirty tubes in total."

That's right, what Zhou Xi holds in his arms is a pile of toothpaste.

"More than thirty tubes? It's enough for me to use for two years." Wu Hai was very happy: "I don't have to sell toothpaste for two years."

No need to buy toothpaste for two years? Zhou Xi was startled, he didn't think so.

"There's money in the basket over there. How much is the toothpaste? Go get it yourself."

The basket Wu Hai was talking about was placed in the hallway by Zheng Jiawei, for emergency use if Wu Hai couldn't find where to throw his wallet.

"Okay, I'll get it later. Where should I put this toothpaste?" Zhou Xi asked.

"Washroom." Wu Hai casually pointed in the direction of the room, while he was observing a drop of water.

He was thinking that there are also many bacterial organisms in the water droplets, which are also a complete biosphere, just like the earth's biosphere.

But for water droplets, Wu Hai could easily wipe them away with a wave of his hand, and he could also find many drops at will.

So, does the Earth, from a certain dimension, look like this too?

Wu Hai was thinking about this all afternoon.

Wu Hai's house is quite big. After all, it used to be two sets of two bedrooms and one living room. After Wu Hai bought it, it was opened up and renovated into the current one bedroom and one living room. Zhou Xi put things away and searched for a while.

After all, it is quite rare for the washroom and bathroom to be separate.

"I have a question I want to ask you." Zhou Xidao.

Wu Hai put his head straight on the table without moving, like a dead pig's head and said, "You ask."

"The two paintings on the top of Yuanzhou's shop are..."

Before Zhou Xihua could finish speaking, he was proudly interrupted by Wu Hai.

"Hahaha, that's right. It took me a lot of effort to get the compass to hang up. It's amazing."

Speaking of this matter, Wu Hai suddenly became energetic and continued: "Do you think I am very powerful? There is nothing wrong with it. This matter is one of the two things I am most proud of in my life."

"..." There were black question marks on Zhou Xi's forehead.

Zhou Xi's entire state is Spartan. What is there to be proud of? It felt like he couldn't keep up with Wu Hai's thinking at all.

"Can I ask about another thing you're proud of?" Zhou Xi asked in a low voice.

"Painting, the other thing I'm most proud of is when I paint." Wu Hai blurted out.

It was actually the same name as Huahua. Zhou Xi felt like his head was about to explode. It seemed that those diners were not exaggerating at all.

"This Is Life" and "Small Shop Dealers" were really forced upon the shop owner by Wu Hai for nothing.

The world is so crazy that, in the words of a wise man from Eastern Province, even a mouse would dare to be a cat’s bridesmaid.

"Um, don't you think this painting, hanging on the roof of a small shop, is a little dusty?" Zhou Xi asked with a last-ditch effort.

"Covered in dust? Where is it called not covered in dust?" Wu Hai asked back: "In a rich man's collection? Or in a museum."

Zhou Xi choked. Where should the painting be placed so that it is free from dust? This is a false proposition and there is no answer at all.

"Besides, young man, you are still young. You have no idea how good that store is." Wu Hai said.

Zhou Xi really doesn’t know. He doesn’t understand that the food in such a small place is delicious, but is it really so magical?

That is, while the two were talking, someone knocked on the door again. Wu Hai was very accustomed to directly instructing Zhou Xi to open the door.

The door opened, and it was an aunt. After saying hello to Wu Hai, the aunt began to clean up the messy floor as usual.

This aunt is the hourly aunt Zheng Jiawei hired to pack things for Wu Hai.

"Wu Menyan, how often does this aunt come here?" Zhou Xi figured out from the messiness of the floor in the house that she would come every three or four days.

"How often do you come here?" Wu Hai said: "Cleaning must be done every day."

"Huh?" Zhou Xi opened his mouth wide with a look of surprise.

"Young man, if you clean it every other day, this house will be flooded." The cleaning lady rarely raised her head to interject.

In other words, the pile of things on the ground were all painted today? There are not just a hundred of them here, but there are ten.

"How many paintings do you draw in a day?" Zhou Xi asked unconsciously.

"Who has time to remember this? When you have free time, you can paint when you want to paint." Wu Hai actually did not say a word. For him, except for eating, it is all free time, and yes, including sleeping, in his opinion, It’s also free time.

"No wonder he became a famous painter in China. It turned out that he worked so hard behind the scenes." Zhou Xi clicked his tongue: "In one day, I practiced nearly a hundred paintings."

"What's so hard about this? Go look at Compass. In addition to cooking every day, he also exercises his cooking skills, or practices skills that are helpful for cooking." Wu Hai said: "I can draw trees when I draw. I can draw flowers, birds, fish and insects, and I can draw all kinds of things in the world, but I have to repeat the compass and the basic knife skills every day."

"That's what he calls hard work. Believe it or not, he has been practicing for a long time now." Wu Hai got a little tired from talking, so he started to chase people away.

"Close the door when you leave." After saying that, Wu Hai continued to put his head on the table, looking at the water like a dead head.

She can be very forceful and direct in her way of seeing off guests, but Zhou Xi will leave obediently. Can she really be so hardworking on one thing?

Zhou Xi closed the door gently, and Wu Hai turned to look at the door and murmured to himself: "That smart old man Zhou Shijie taught a stupid son, and he even forgot to take the money."

"It's just that he has good taste, hahahaha." Wu Hai stroked his mustache with a bit of pride on his face.

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