Chapter 305 The Old Place

Facing my two grandparents, the blood of the traditional Chinese virtues flowing in my body was ready to stir up, so much so that when I saw Dewey again, I was a little embarrassed to call him by his name.

"Uncle Dewey."

This was my first opening sentence after meeting Dewey. The result of these words was that Dewey was confused and had no idea what I wanted to express.

Only Master Hall had an innocent smile on his face, with a hint of a bad boy in his eyes.

After a brief explanation, Dewey finally figured out what I was having trouble with today. He chuckled a few times and said, "Just call me Dewey. It doesn't look old and sounds comfortable. As for Hall, he loves You can call him whatever you want to call him."

After hearing this, Master Hall looked helpless and said, "I asked him to call me by my name directly, but he just refused."

Dewey looked at me with contempt and said: "The last time I saw you, you looked fearless. What's wrong? A master, an elder, and two names have scared you to this point. He asked you to call him by his name. Just call him by his name, it’s not offensive, it’s just a personal preference at most, understand?”

Dewey's eyes were a bit aggressive, so I had to bend down slightly and said, "Yes, I understand."

"That's right," Dewey added, "Also, don't have to pretend to be respectful, who knows if you are calling us two old bastards."

I interrupted him and said, "How could that be? I am an outstanding young man who has inherited and carried forward the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and loving the young!"

"Did you see that?" Dewey faced Master Hall and pursed his lips at me: "You have revealed your true nature so quickly. How can a good boy who truly respects the elderly and loves the young dare to interrupt me?"

Master Hall: Haha.

I was a little speechless. I didn't expect Dewey to be so poor.

After chatting for a while, I didn't bother to address them with any more honorifics. Dewey, I still called him 'Dewey' by his first name, which made him happy to hear it. Master Hall, I also just called him 'Master'. When my son left, I just called him Hall. Anyway, he liked to hear it, so it was convenient for me to say that we had a great conversation and enjoyed it.

However, once they entered working mode, the two old men's state completely changed. They were completely focused.

I stared at a certain pattern on my arm without blinking. While looking at it, I also tried to copy it. Not to mention, the copying skills of these two old men were amazing. Not only were the paintings meticulous, but the colors were also amazing. The blending is just right. Even if you look carefully, you will feel that the pattern on this painting is exactly the same as the pattern on my arm.

Just when I was sighing at the superb painting skills of the two old men, Dewey suddenly stopped writing and shook his head. Master Hall also stopped writing and sighed. Then, the two of them made a move that puzzled me very much: they changed the painting The paper jabbed and tore in half.

Then, there was a tearing, and the two good paintings, together with the rice paper, were torn into pieces.

After kneading it for a few times, it turned into two paper balls, which were thrown away and accurately fell into the garbage basket.

The movements of throwing things were so smooth, I really don’t know how many paintings were ‘dead’ in their hands.

I wondered: "Aren't you two very good at drawing? Why are you so embarrassed?"

Dewey shook his head and said: "No, no, this is not up to standard. The painting is not accurate."

Master Hall said: "No, no, this is unqualified. The painting lacks details."

The speaking styles are so identical that I doubt whether they were taught by the same teacher.

After tearing up their own works, Dewey and Hall returned to painting again.

As a result, the painting fell into an endless loop: two old men painting, two old men tearing up the painting, two old men painting again, two old men tearing up the painting again.

A few hours passed in a flash, and I didn’t know what these two old guys were thinking. Anyway, I felt tired as I kept sitting in the same posture.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost noon, so I discussed: "Hey, you two, let's have a meal first and take a rest, okay?"

The two old men didn't listen to my words at all. They kept shaking their wrists and drawing incessantly.

Ten minutes later, when the brushes were put away, the two old men frowned and thought hard for a few seconds. Then they suddenly pulled the two ends of the drawing paper, made a sharp sound, and pulled again.

There was a black line on my forehead, and I was very helpless: "Here we go again."

Then, while they were about to paint again, they retracted their arms.

After retracting their arms, the two old men finally came back to their senses.

"What are you doing?" Dewey asked in a daze.

Master Hall also glanced at me in a daze at first, but then he reacted and said with a smile: "Are you going to have a 'convenience'?"

"Of course it's convenient, but" I pointed to the watch above my head: "Look, what time is it? Should we go have some lunch?"

The two old men looked at their watches in unison, and then resumed their usual postures.

Dewey coughed and said, "It's time to eat."

Master Hall asked Dewey, "Old place?"

Dewey thought for a moment, turned to me and said, "How about going to eat at the old place?"

"What old place?" I was puzzled.

"The same old place is the same old place," said Dewey.

"That's right, it's the old place," Master Hall also said.

The two old men looked at each other and smiled.

I:

After leaving the adventurer base, not long after we arrived at the place to eat.

I looked up and was shocked: "Damn it, this is really the same place!"

I saw a square plaque hanging above the store, with three golden characters engraved on it: Old Place.

In the lower right corner of the 'Old Place', there is also a small line of small words engraved: Airui City Branch.

Yo, it’s still a chain organization!

I couldn't help but sigh.

I once again returned to some memories of my time on Earth.

While he was in a daze, he heard Dewey's voice: "Why are you in a daze? Come on, kid!"

I came to my senses and hurriedly followed.

Entering the hotel, I found that this hotel was a little different from other hotels. Although most of the service staff here were human beings, the people who stood in important positions and commanded were all humans of other races.

When Master Dewey and Master Hall were standing in the hall, an elf woman in formal attire came over quickly with a professional smile on her face: "Master Dewey, Master Hall, welcome you two. Now that you have come to our store, may I ask how the two masters plan to spend today?"

"The same old thing," Master Hall said.

"Okay, I'll send someone to prepare. Please come with me."

With that said, the Elf woman led the two old men up the stairs with a smile.

Being ignored, I smiled to myself and followed closely.