Chapter 221 Pick up a master

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Su Wangqin came and went very quickly. Gu Chunzhu poured out the hot duck blood fans and asked, Did your parents not say anything to you and knocked their precious daughter unconscious?

Duo'er passed out by herself. Su Wangqin took a sip of the fan's soup and his whole body became warm, his black duck feather-like eyelashes trembled gently.

This guy looks really black, plus his honest image on weekdays must be superb in front of Mrs. Su. Gu Chunzhu gave him a piece of duck intestines to praise him, and the fragrant and spicy duck intestines were especially eaten, and Su Wangqin could eat very well.

An An was tearful again, and Gu Chunzhu dipped her in vinegar to get rid of the spiciness. An An was holding a small bowl of vinegar and eating duck intestines. Gu Chunzhu couldn't help laughing when he saw this snack food. The foodie can still cry and eat for the sake of delicious food, which is also a great ability.

Because her hand was bitten by Su Duoer, Su Wangqin felt sorry for Gu Chunzhu, so he sorted out the tableware and sent Gu Chunzhu to sleep with the children.

Xiaocheng sent the painting he copied to Gu Chunzhu to show her, and reminded her, Mother, tomorrow is the third day, do we have to return it. Is there anything else?

You drew this, it's amazing! Gu Chunzhu gave Xiao Cheng a thumbs up.

She compared Xiaocheng's painting with the scroll on the table. The shape and structure of the painting are generally the same, but it still makes people feel that something is wrong.

Mother, I'm not good at painting, I can't draw this tree trunk like this. Xiaocheng pointed to a pine tree on the scroll. They were all ink paintings, but the tree trunk looked vigorous and powerful.

Then let's return the painting together, and ask Gu Yu by the way. Gu Chunzhu suggested.

I'm going too, I'm going too. An An listened on the side, her small voice was sharp, for fear that Gu Chunzhu would not listen.

Sure, we'll all go together, but do we have to send something to borrow someone's picture scroll? Gu Chunzhu reached out and hugged An An, scratched her little nose and asked.

By the way, I took her to the kitchen and opened the cupboard, which contained the food I bought a year ago. The two children ate it sparingly, and there was a lot left. She asked An An to pick some to give away.

An An's radish-like little finger poked her face, and asked a snacker to give her food to others. It was really cruel. An An buried her head in Gu Chunzhu's shoulder, stretched out her little hand and said, You can only give a little, just give it away. A little bit!

Then get a handful of rice sticks. Gu Chunzhu asked, An An nodded, and she grabbed a handful from the oil-paper bag and put it in a small pottery bowl.

After she talked to Su Wangqin, she hugged An An and led Xiao Cheng around to find Gu Yu. Xiao Cheng was holding the picture scroll in his hand, as well as his own painting, which he carefully folded in his arms.

When he arrived at Gu Yu's house, he knocked the door lightly twice and opened it, holding a bowl of noodles in his hand.

I'm eating, I'm here to return the scrolls, and there's a picture drawn by the child that I want you to take a look at. Gu Chunzhu said as he probed into Gu Yu's noodle bowl, which was clear soup noodles. There were no vegetables or eggs in it. , the noodles are still boiled.

Looking at the lonely and widowed living alone, and looking a bit pitiful, Gu Chunzhu handed over the rice stick, We gave it to you from An An, thank you for borrowing the picture scroll to her brother.

Thank you. An An's little milky voice rang in coordination.

A pair of big and round black grape eyes were also looking at the noodles in Gu Yu's bowl, and whispered, Uncle's noodles don't look delicious.

Well, I'm not very good at cooking, so come in. Gu Yu took the Jiang Mi Tiao and put it in his arms. Seeing that the noodles in the bowl were disliked by An An, he grinned embarrassedly. He told them to sit in the main room. , he went to the kitchen and ate three or two bites of noodles, but it was hard to swallow, so he gave up and put it aside.

Gu Chunzhu sat with An An in his arms, and Xiao Cheng sat aside.

The scroll had been spread out on the table. The scroll was clean and tidy without the slightest dirt. It looked like it was carefully kept. Gu Yu walked over and saw that there was a piece of rough-edged paper on the side of the scroll, imitating a painting.

At first glance, they were exactly the same, but upon closer inspection, Gu Yu's brows furrowed slightly.

What's the matter, is there something the child needs to correct? Gu Chunzhu looked at Gu Yu and raised the scroll, frowning, obviously not particularly satisfied.

No, no, it would be very good if a child of this age could draw. Gu Yu glanced at Xiao Cheng. When he was his age, he could only read and write at all, and he couldn't draw at all, although now Not too.

Xiaocheng's lips pursed, a pair of phoenix eyes swept over his own paintings and imitated scrolls, and stretched out his fingers, Uncle, look at my tree trunk, I can't paint well!

This is a dry pen. When you dip the ink, the pen should be dry and the ink should be thick. Gu Yu explained his confusion.

Hearing Gu Yu's words, Xiao Cheng was stunned, with a happy expression on his tender face, as if he had obtained some good treasure.

And how do you draw this cicada?

Zen should use light ink, very light!

Gu Chunzhu watched them talk quietly, and saw the dim yellow oil lamp wick twinkling, and An An obediently nestled in Gu Chunzhu's arms and looked at her brother.

Gu Yu talked a lot with Xiao Cheng, but he asked Gu Chunzhu, Eldest sister, have your children ever been enlightened?

Kai Meng? Go to school, right? Gu Chunzhu turned his head and replied, I haven't gone to school yet. I was planning to go this year, but something happened at home, but I know a lot of Qianziwen.

It's smart, but it's a pity that school starts at fifteen. Gu Yu looked at Xiao Cheng with a little joy, and felt sorry for Xiao Cheng's failure to go to school.

Xiaocheng's head drooped slightly, and there was peace in his phoenix eyes.

A thought popped into Gu Chunzhu's mind. Although he had some money in his hand, he still owed debts. At this time, it would be difficult for his son to pay for the small town's tuition.

She said to Gu Yu, Little brother, I heard that you also took the academy exam. If you pass it, you can become a scholar. Your knowledge is naturally not low. Why don't you teach Xiaocheng?

No, no, no, I can't be a teacher. Gu Yu hurriedly waved his hands, his face flushed, and he felt that the eldest sister in front of him was looking down on him.

It's only half a year, I don't have much money to pay you, so why don't you let me cook this dinner for you. Seeing that your craft is not good, it's just abusive. I'll make you some cakes now. Gu Chunzhu said. Then he went to Gu Yu's kitchen.

Gu Yu looked at Xiao Cheng's thirst for knowledge, but ignored Gu Chunzhu and took a pen and paper to teach Xiao Cheng how to use pen and ink skillfully to draw more like a god.

Hee hee hee... An An was sitting on the stool dangling her feet, Gu Yu smiled sweetly at Gu Yu when she saw her.

Gu Chunzhu found two potatoes in the stove. After steaming, they kneaded them with the brown rice noodles, made potato cakes, and baked them after sticking them on the edge of the pot.

Come and have a taste, being our Xiaocheng's master will never hurt you. Gu Chunzhu brought the potato cakes over.

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