I have big problems with my superpowers and my relationship

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it is good!

It feels like the script is back on track!

"Well, because I felt a little guilty that you missed the exhibition because you were going to the zoo with me."

The smile reappeared on his lips, and Lu Chen waved his hand, pretending to be unconcerned: "It's also to fulfill your wish as soon as possible. Anyway, it's no big deal."

"Is this so..."

Qin Wanqing's eyes were dull, as if her brain had not yet figured it out.

Lu Chen smiled and nodded, quietly pulling his hand out of his trouser pocket, ready for Qingbao to "throw herself into his arms and cry bitterly."

The next second...

"Lu Chen, I'll go stew the ribs first, and come back later."

"..."

???

What the hell are you talking about???

Seeing Qin Wanqing carrying a plastic bag and walking straight to the kitchen, Lu Chen froze in place for a moment, looking confused.

No, it’s okay if you just say “I’m so touched” symbolically!

What does it mean to stew the ribs first?

OK, OK, I finally understand why you like crocodiles!

It turns out you are also a cold-blooded animal!

He stared in disbelief, staring at Qin Wanqing's busy back in the kitchen. Suddenly, a long-forgotten memory suddenly hit Lu Chen.

In the sixth grade of elementary school, the school organized an activity called "Show your love to your parents through actions."

In order to respond to the call, he returned home that day and spent an hour standing on a small stool to fry a plate of eggs and a plate of vegetables for Lao Lu and Lao Zhang.

For fear that the food would get cold, he even covered it with a plate.

Finally, after waiting for them to come back, what I heard was...

Lao Lu: "Is this thing edible? Don't let us get food poisoning."

Lao Zhang: "Have you finished your homework? You might as well memorize a few more words instead of cooking!"

I still remember that little Lu Chen was deeply traumatized by these two sentences. That night, he angrily wrote in his diary, "I hate Mom and Dad," and planned to run away from home the next day.

Although the next day was the weekend and we could go to the park, the plan of running away from home was not put into practice.

But this incident left an indelible shadow in Lu Chen's heart, causing him to "hold a grudge" for a long time.

Of course, after so many years, Lu Chen now understands the characteristic of "Chinese parents are very stingy in giving affirmation to their children" and the truth that "efforts may not be rewarded".

And if you think about it carefully, it makes sense. I didn't put much effort into this matter. I even used the company's printer for printing. Why should I expect Qin Wanqing to be so moved?

Well, now that I think about it, I seem to be too "harsh" in my requirements for Qingbao...

If it were another girl, seeing such a sloppy "art exhibition", she would be lucky not to scold herself...

Sitting down on the sofa, Lu Chen's expression gradually returned to calm as he "reflected on himself".

At this moment, the sound of water splashing could be heard from the kitchen.

It should be Qingbao who is washing the ribs.

He glanced at the back of the girl in the kangaroo apron again, and his eyes lingered for a moment on the white and well-proportioned calves under the light blue skirt.

Silently calculating how many bowls of rice he would eat later, Lu Chen's dissatisfaction finally disappeared completely.

This is the case with many things. If you can relax your requirements on others appropriately, you will have fewer troubles in life.

What's more, in many cases, people will deliberately hide their emotions.

Especially when facing people close to you.

For example, little Lu Chen many years ago didn’t know that although the meal he cooked was terrible, old Lu and old Zhang still risked their lives to eat it all up.

For example, Qin Wanqing, who is washing ribs with her back to him.

"Whoa whoa whoa~"

The water hit the ribs in the small stainless steel basin. Comrade Xiao Qin was washing them when he suddenly wiped the corners of his eyes quickly with the back of his hand.

The splashing water was crystal clear, the colorful clouds outside the window were like scales, supporting the red sunset, like her red eyes.

......

After about fifteen minutes, the spareribs and winter melon had entered the rice cooker, but it would take some time before they were cooked.

A faint fragrance lingered in the small apartment. Qin Wanqing, wearing a kangaroo apron and pacing in the living room with her hands behind her back, looked like an old art critic.

"Lu Chen, this painting is called Autumn Day. It was created by Teacher Yang a few years ago. It was in the classical style at that time."

"Starting from this painting 'Colorful', Teacher Yang gradually turned to the romantic style."

"Here, this is Mr. Yang's most famous painting, "Snow Mountain", which was auctioned for more than four million two years ago..."

While appreciating and explaining, Comrade Xiao Qin kept muttering something like "classicism" and "romanticism". Lu Chen, who only knew "abstractism", was completely confused.

"And it sold for four million?"

He leaned in front of a piece of paper and looked at it again and again. He really couldn't understand why such an ordinary-looking painting could be sold for so much.

He can understand why paintings by Van Gogh, Picasso and others are sold at high prices.

After all, it is well known that the more difficult a painting is to understand, the higher its artistic value.

But this painting of "Snow Mountain" is not abstract at all, it is even a bit realistic, just like a photograph.

“Oh, the original painting is huge.”

Qin Wanqing opened her arms and drew a semicircle in the air: "If you could see the original painting, you would understand why it is worth so much money."

"Oh, I don't think I would understand even if I saw the original painting."

Lu Chen curled his lips and shifted his gaze to another piece of paper.

The painting shows a woman wearing only underwear, which is very artistic.

This is also the only painting that Lu Chen is interested in.

"So what is this painting called? A Mistress?"

"Huh? Why are you yelling... You're so annoying!"

Qin Wanqing was stunned at first, then her face instantly turned red. She angrily hit Lu Chen on the shoulder and said, "Don't insult art!"

Lu Chen frowned: "I know it's art, but art also has a name, right?"

"...I don't know. I'm not an encyclopedia."

Comrade Xiao Qin pouted and muttered something, probably because he had never seen this painting before.

But she was curious and immediately took out her mobile phone to search.

After searching for a long time, I still couldn't find any evidence that Mr. Onion had ever created such a work of art.

"That's weird, why can't I find it..."

"I'll take a photo and send it to the teacher to ask..."

Holding up her cell phone, Qin Wanqing planned to consult an expert, vowing to find out what this work, which was obviously different from Yang Cong's painting style, was called.

But before she could take a photo, Lu Chen suddenly reached out to stop her, looking a little embarrassed.

If I remember correctly, this is probably not a painting of Mr. Onion.

It was an advertisement for some shady dating software.

When I printed it myself, I chose "Print all pictures on this page", and the small website that included the painter's works seemed to have several pages of advertisements.

Why is this picture so abrupt...

"Well, don't ask. It's good for art to retain a little mystery."

“But this painting is very special…”

Qin Wanqing pursed her lips, looking thoughtful: "Teacher Yang usually paints landscapes, rarely portraits, let alone this style, so I think this work must have its unique creative background."

"......"

Unique background?

Indeed, there is one, it is called——

Make sincere friends and you can fly all over the country.

"Well, the background is not important. What matters is what we can feel from this painting."

Lu Chen shook his head seriously: "There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. I think this is the essence of art."

"That's right..."

Qin Wanqing was fooled. She put down her phone silently and "appreciated" this special work with Lu Chen.

Three minutes later.

"Lu Chen, the more I look at it, the more it looks like a photo..."

"Don't worry about whether it's a photo or not, just say what you felt."

“Felt it was huge…”