Crossing the Homeland

Chapter 214

Xia Junyan figured it out by herself, and no longer struggled.Mo Rushen breathed a sigh of relief silently in his heart. He was worried that if Xia Junyan asked about the origin of the paper, he would answer it, and also worried that Xia Junyan would not accept it if she recognized the origin of the paper.Now it seems that all his worries are unfounded.

It’s just that the paper is so beautiful, Xia Junyan was reluctant to write it, and continued to spread the penny-one-foot paper on the table, and diligently polished it for Mo Ru. Holding back, he said, "I'll do it."

Xia Junyan was having fun, she raised her head silly when she heard this, and handed the ink to Mo Rushen.That hand inadvertently brushed against the back of Mo Rushen's hand, which made him stiffen nervously.Fortunately, it was only for a moment, Xia Junyan didn't pay attention.

Mo Rushen concentrated on his luck secretly, and said: "Grinding also requires skill, so that the ink can be ground evenly."

Xia Junyan nodded like a good student.

Finally, after the ink was finished, Mo Ru picked up a pen and asked, "What do you want to write?"

God of Time Traveling, at this time, should she sing the song "Qinyuan Chunxue", or sing the song "Shui Tune"?It's really hard to choose!Xia Junyan pondered for a moment, a battle between heaven and man in her mind.

"...steamed lamb."

Mo Rushen: "En?"

Xia Junyan said seriously: "Just write this."

Mo Rushen brush strokes, the font is very chic.

"Steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chick, roasted goose..."

Mo Rushen: ...

"Stove pig, stove duck, sauce chicken, bacon..."

Mo Rushen: ...

Xia Junyan's tongue was particularly sharp, and the names of the dishes suddenly appeared on the paper.Xia Junyan looked at it with a smile on her face, and she will not be afraid of losing the model when changing the menu in the store in the future!
Mo Rushen finally found a gap, immediately stopped writing, and said: "You learn my brushwork and write it again."

Before I knew it, I had written a whole page of recipes.Xia Junyan looked at the charcoal pencil on the table, sighed helplessly, picked up the brush, and followed the strokes of Mo Rushen's writing stroke by stroke.

It's just that her handwriting was crooked, and she looked at Mo Rushen anxiously.

(End of this chapter)