food idol

Chapter 395

The media likes to jokingly refer to this kind of rare coincidence as: Husband and wife play against each other...

Wen Tang insists on doodling for an hour every night, and her hard work pays off. She has finally made gratifying progress in oil painting:
After all, it has risen from appalling to well-behaved, which is gratifying and congratulatory.

By the way, while Gu Su is strengthening his violin skills, he will also give Wen Tang some pointers on his oil painting skills.

Although his level is not enough to hold an art exhibition, it is more than enough to guide Wen Tang who is just getting started.

"In this way, white can be used directly here, and yellow alone is not enough for brightening."

As he said that, Gu Su used a paintbrush to smear a white paint heavily on the canvas, and Wen Tang's eyes suddenly brightened, and he blurted out words of praise.

"Bravo!"

Faced with his lover's compliment, Gu Su expressed his sincere joy. He slightly raised his eyebrows, put down his brush, and pretended to hold his arms, "Hey, that's it!"

Wen Tang looked at the violin on the table next to him again, and couldn't help feeling, "Why do you know so many things?"

Gu Su just laughed, with a little pride, "Don't people outside say that I am tall, rich and handsome, how can I have the face to be called tall, rich and handsome if I don't know much about skills?"

Wen Tang blinked, "Is there a relationship between the two?"

Gu Su pulled up a chair and sat down opposite her, and then asked a little childishly, "Then what do you think, what are the advantages of being tall, rich and handsome?"

Wen Tang thought about it seriously, "Eating, drinking, whoring and gambling."

Gu Su: "..."

So Wen Tang immediately changed his words, "Qinqi, calligraphy and painting!"

Gu Su laughed, leaned over his upper body and kissed her forehead, then reached out with his long arm, and took the violin in his hand, "Do you want to listen?"

Wen Tang quickly sat down, "Yes!"

Gu Su put the piano down, and the bow drew a beautiful arc in the air, "Chrysler's "The Joy of Love"."

The beautiful and mellow piano sound is full of romance and love, playing a warm room.

The middle section of the business district of N City.

Last month, a new hot pot restaurant was opened here. The owner is a man in his early thirties. He has a strong physique and a cheerful personality unique to northerners. He is also a real person, so the business has always been good.

The hotpot restaurant opens at ten o'clock in the morning, and the boss will show up at nine o'clock on time to make some preparations in advance.

On this day, the boss came to open the door early as usual, and was bending over to mop the floor inside when he heard a soft knock at the door.

The boss with his back to the door raised his voice, "I'm sorry, the door won't open until an hour later, please take a look."

Turning around, seeing the person coming, the boss swallowed all the rest of the words, with some unexpected joy on his face, "Fanzi?"

It was Mu Fan who came.

He took off his hat, scarf and sunglasses, and smiled at the boss, "Brother Biao."

Brother Biao was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly took off his apron, then ran to the sink to wash his hands, and at the same time raised his chin at the wooden sail, "Sit whatever you want, you're welcome."

Speaking of which, the two hadn't seen each other for several months, and seeing each other at this moment seemed like a world away.

Mu Fan pulled out a chair and sat down, looked up at the interior decoration, and said with a smile, "Is the decoration good, and the business is good?"

Brother Biao came over after cleaning his hands, and smiled when he heard the words, "It's not bad." He took the teapot, raised his head and asked, "Do you want to go to Longjing?"

Mu Fan hummed, and asked again, "Auntie, how is it?"

Brother Biao came over and sat down with a teapot and cup, his heavy expression flashed past, "It's not good," he paused, and he smiled wryly again, "Last week she locked herself in the room, and she won't let me call you anyhow." Will open the door."

Mu Fan felt a little sad when he heard this, and said in a low voice, "That's it."

Brother Biao sighed, then shook his head again, "I've already begun to deny people."

Both were silent.

After a while, Mu Fan said, "Brother Biao, I'm here this time"

Brother Biao raised his hand and interrupted him, "Needless to say, I can guess it."

Mu Fan's expression was a little anxious, and his body leaned forward slightly, "Then?"

(End of this chapter)