Chapter 677 What Can Happen to Me?

"Your glutinous rice balls are really delicious." Yuan Zhou said seriously after eating two more.

"Haha, boss Xiao Yuan, you can like it, but Xiao Jiang also said it tastes good." The old woman said happily.

The Xiao Jiang she was talking about was of course her god-grandson, and it seemed that they also had the reunion dinner together today.

"Yes, I like it very much." Yuan Zhou nodded, and then continued to eat the glutinous rice balls in the lunch box seriously.

"Boss Yuan, you are really good at cooking."

"Rongcheng is still very hot in winter. Boss Yuan should pay attention to keeping warm."

"Have you bought your long johns?"

Yuan Zhou ate every bite carefully, and listened carefully to everything the old lady said.

"But no matter how capable you are, you must pay attention to your health. Will your body be able to bear it when you get up at 5:30?" The old woman was concerned.

"My mother always felt that I got up late in the past, but now I am less sleepy." Yuan Zhou still had a glutinous rice ball in his mouth. Although he had eaten sixteen before this, he always felt like he had two stomachs and was not bloated at all.

The old lady stopped talking after a few instructions and looked at her with a smile. She came to deliver the dumplings without telling her in advance and she didn't know if Yuan Zhou would be open today. She just saw Yuan Zhou cleaning the shop in the morning, so she cooked the dumplings. I deliberately put a few more in and came at the end of Yuan Zhou's usual dinner time.

She thought that Yuan Zhou might have some free time at this time, so he might as well eat some glutinous rice balls to warm his stomach.

Here, Yuan Zhou was eating glutinous rice balls seriously, while Wu Hai, who was satisfied with grabbing a lot of glutinous rice balls, returned to his hut. The house was a mess, with waste paper, paint, skateboards and other items everywhere.

Strictly speaking, Wu Hai's residence is not particularly messy, but there is no atmosphere of life. It feels like a studio, but Wu Hai does indeed live here.

Wu Hai's parents were also well-known painters in China. When Wu Hai was thirteen, his parents fell off a cliff while collecting paintings, leaving him and Wu Lin behind. Wu Lin, the younger sister, acted as both father and mother, taking care of Wu Hai.

Perhaps because of watching "Out of the Amazon", Wu Hai and Wu Lin agree on one thing. They both admire soldiers very much, so both of them also dream of becoming soldiers. But my parents have always hoped to cultivate a painter who is better than themselves.

So Wu Hai chose to shoulder his parents' dream and began to study painting seriously, practicing hard until he fell in love with painting.

Now Wu Hai has become the most famous young painter in the country, and Wu Lin has also fulfilled her dream and become a soldier.

From this aspect, Wu Hai is afraid of Wu Lin. In addition to Wu Lin's amazing fighting skills and being thrown over his shoulder at every turn, Wu Hai has always been the one to decide everything at home since he was a child. He is afraid that he is used to it... Mengfei Xiuhu: 100% pampering

Wu Hai was very happy, not only had he earned a lot of glutinous rice balls, but he had just done something big.

He picked up the canvas on the ground and spread it flat. His painting was different from others. Others were drafts on paper and finalized the painting on the cloth. But Wu Hai was drafting on the canvas and finalizing the painting on paper. He liked to put his brush on the paper. touch.

Turn off your cell phone, turn off your computer, and be absolutely quiet.

A small portrait, a portrait, Wu Hai began to compose the picture, one-third point or four-point triangle, Wu Hai was particularly persistent in composition.

Just like the "Small Shop" he once painted, the composition, the position of each character, and the size of the entire picture were all tried again and again by Wu Hai.

Painting is art. Art cannot be calculated, but it can be tried.

On New Year's Eve, each person draws more than a dozen glutinous rice balls.

The conversation was divided into two parts. Zheng Jiawei's family was very lively. He lived in a mountain city. Wuhai gave Zheng Jiawei a holiday ten days in advance, so Zheng Jiawei had been at home for ten days. After dinner, the family was in the living room. Watch the Spring Festival Gala.

You should watch the Spring Festival Gala on the night of New Year’s Eve, but the Spring Festival Gala is getting uglier every year. At this time, watching the Spring Festival Gala is no longer about the content, but a habit.

In the past, life was not so good, and there were not so many delicious food on the New Year's dinner table, but sitting on the small bench and watching the sketches of Uncle Benshan and Uncle Ma Ji, the family was happy.

Although the Spring Festival Gala has become worse and worse, the good memories from the past can still cover up the bad ones, so I criticize it every year and watch it every year.

"Jia Wei, where are you going at night?" Zheng Jiawei's mother couldn't help but ask when she saw Zheng Jiawei going out with the car keys.

"Mom, give me two sections of our stuffed sausage, as well as bacon, and put a small piece in it." Zheng Jiawei said.

Although Jiawei's mother didn't know what her son was for, she still put it on smoothly and handed it to Zheng Jiawei.

"Mom, I'm going out for something. If it's too late, I won't be back tonight."

After saying that, Zheng Jiawei went out carrying the sausages and bacon, drove in the underground parking lot, and headed out of the city.

On the night of New Year's Eve, there are no tolls, all roads are open, and there are few vehicles on the highway, so Zheng Jiawei can drive faster than usual while ensuring safety.

Yuanzhou store. Fighting for marriage and love, wives are in high demand

After Yuanzhou finished eating the old lady's glutinous rice balls, he sent her to her door. When he returned to the shop, he felt something was wrong.

It feels like there are stones in my stomach, which is called bloating.

Yuan Zhou's face darkened, and he suddenly realized that he had finished all the glutinous rice balls sent by the old woman, plus the sixteen he made himself, which meant that he had eaten twenty-four glutinous rice balls today.

The east wind blows the drums of war, but who am I afraid of besides glutinous rice balls?

Lying on the seat, my stomach ached when I turned over, and I didn't even have the strength to close the door and go upstairs, but I came back alone soon.

The arrogant dress, arrogant face, and arrogant walking posture made it obvious that the person coming was Chu Xiao.

"Tangyuan is one of the representative snacks of the Chinese Han people with a long history. Tangyuan originated in the Song Dynasty. At that time, Mingzhou began to eat a novel food, which used black sesame, lard, and white sugar as raw materials. First, the black sesame was ground. Make it into powder, then put lard and white sugar into the mixture one after another and knead it into a ball to make a filling, and rub the outside with glutinous rice flour."

When Chu Xiao walked up to Yuan Zhou, he didn't care that Yuan Zhou Ge You was paralyzed. He opened his mouth and started sputtering a sentence. After speaking, he turned around and left without any hesitation.

Yuan Zhou watched Chu Xiao's back getting smaller until he disappeared.

So, Chu Xiao came back and said something similar to Baidu Encyclopedia. What was he doing?

After resting for half an hour, Yuanzhou closed the door and went upstairs.

However, about three hours later, there was a knock on Wu Hai's door. The person who knocked on the door at this time was none other than his agent Zheng Jiawei.

"who."

Wu Hai opened the door, and Zheng Jiawei's figure came into view, followed by a soft voice of concern.

"Xiao Hai, are you okay? Did you eat anything on New Year's Eve? You're not still hungry, right?"

"Last time you said that Boss Yuan might not open his shop on New Year's Eve."

"What can I do? I ate eighteen glutinous rice balls today." Wu Hai's answer was undoubtedly proud.

After all, he got the glutinous rice balls back with his wisdom.

"That's good, that's good. I've brought you bacon and sausages, and I'll cook them for you later." Zheng Jiawei entered the room and tidied the room out of habit.

Please believe that in a corner of the world, there must be someone who still cares about you.