After a long silence, Jiang Yan said: "Sorry, everyone has different opinions."

"Yes, in fact, Ling Hong said that it is right, who wants to happen like this, but now it has happened only to think about it." The strong man screamed and shook his head.

"Yeah, no one wants such a thing, everyone wants to live."

"No, you can eat two more dishes from Yuan’s boss when you are alive."

"Grandfather Jia also said that he would eat the food of Yuan Boss and die. Now it is realized." Someone said with a smile.

Of course, during this period, there is no need to curse the thief. These ordinary elites have different words, and without repeating, they are also venting their grievances.

Even Yuanzhou, who is in the kitchen, nodded in the approval of the vegetable gap. Yes, Yuanzhou also hated the thief.

"East **** elbows, please use slowly." Just in the store once again immersed in sorrow, Yuanzhou put a plate of Dongpo elbows in front of the strong man.

"Thank you, thank you Yuan Boss." Zhuanghan thank you.

"You're welcome, please use it slowly." Yuanzhou said that he turned back and went back to the kitchen to cook.

"Well, everyone is coming to eat, or eat the dishes that Yuan boss has done." Jiang Yan clap his hands and then said.

"Right right, try the craftsmanship of Master Yuan." Cheng technicians drink.

Then Ling Hong sat back, there were more people with drinks, the atmosphere in the store was better, and then Zhou Jia began to come out with a dish.

In addition to the midday episode, the rest of the time is still very enjoyable.

Only this time Wuhai and Linghong did not stay much after eating, but went straight, which is rare.

"I painted a deputy painting yesterday. You can help me to bring you to Grandpa Jia." Wuhai touched the moustache and walked upstairs steadily.

"Good." Ling Hong nodded.

After going upstairs, Wuhai directly pushed open the door of the studio and walked in with Ling Hong.

At this time there was no one in the studio, but it was not as chaotic as Yuanzhou came in the morning.

The paintings on the ground have been packed, the ground is clean and fresh, the cups and paper towels are placed on the table, and the takeaways are all packed.

Only the easel is still in the center, because the painting is facing away from the door, so Linghong has not seen what the painting is.

This is of course the credit of Zheng Jiawei. He saw the Wuhai queue and waited for the meal to leave, and everything would be fine if he could eat it.

"This is the picture." Wuhai turned the easel and let Ling Hong see the painting above.

The paintings of Wuhai are naturally painted on canvas. This painting is not large, it is sixty centimeters long and fifty centimeters wide.

There is only one portrait of the task above. It is the portrait of Grandpa Jia. It is the appearance of Jia’s smiling slightly. The color is full and bright, just like a real person.

Just look closely and discover the different places, that is, there are paintings in this painting.

For example, the wrinkles on the forehead of Jia’s forehead hide the figure of Jia’s grandfather riding a tricycle. The lines on the forehead are the traces left by Jia’s wheels across the ground.

The position of the cheekbone looks like a mountain, a grandfather with a red maple leaf and a small figure is climbing.

Even the hair is also a grandfather in the dark lake of the night, the image is vivid.

There is also a collar position and a scene in which Jay is telling stories in the store. Even Ling Hong sees his figure in it.

This is simply a pair of Xiaoxiang paintings composed by a number of small figures of Grandpa Jia, who are crude and look at the paintings mildly, and the uncle's demeanor is kind and calm.

The closer look is amazing and unbelievable.

"The true picture of the painting." Ling Hong muttered.

"Yeah." Wuhai nodded, not much to say.

"Is it hanging or how." Ling Hong asked.

Speaking of Ling Hong, it was thought that Wu Hai had painted a portrait of Jia’s deputy portrait and wanted to hang it for memorial service or directly burn it to Grandpa Jia.

Because Ling Laozi has already said it, Grandpa Jia has no recent photos, and Wuhai has this strength to restore the appearance of Grandpa.

Although it is an insult to paint a photo as realistic as a painter, it is Grandpa Jia, and it is different.

The burning is better explained, the equivalent of Wuhai to Jia’s uncle, just like the relatives and friends burning and wearing things for their deceased relatives.

It’s just that the painting is obviously not as simple as a portrait, it’s art, and it’s the art of treasure that he can see from outside the door.

Therefore, Ling Hong’s burning word is somewhat unspeakable.

"No, burn it." Wuhai did not read the painting, but turned to look downstairs and touched the moustache.

"Well, I personally burned to Grandpa Jia." Ling Hong nodded seriously, then said.

"That's good." Wuhai Road.

"Well, then I took the picture away." Ling Hong paused.

"I didn't frame it, you can take it directly." Wuhai Road.

Ling Hong nodded, didn't talk, and then started to take the picture. Ling Hong's hand was very light and light, and he was afraid that he would take it off carefully and then hold the picture.

"Thank you." Ling Hong held the painting, but also reluctant to roll or fold, said softly.

"No, it is not for you, this is for Grandpa Jia." Wuhai Road.

"Okay, then I am leaving now." Ling Hong finished, holding the painting and going downstairs.

Someone along the way curiously looked up, but Ling Hong frowned and refused to show it, went straight out of the street.

"Open the door." Ling Hong walked to his car and then said to the driver.

Yes, today Ling Hong did not drive by himself, but the driver sent it. After all, his recent state is really not suitable for driving, let alone Ling Laozi is not at ease.

Therefore, in order to give up the remote door to help the elderly, Ling Hong will not drive his car recently, nor will he go to a distant place.

"Okay, please wait." The driver immediately got off the car and opened the door.

Ling Hong held the painting and carefully took the car and looked ahead: "Go to the graveyard."

"Good." The driver peeked at the painting and drove carefully.

On the other side, Wuhai sat down on the bed and looked downstairs. The lunch time at the Yuanzhou store in the downstairs was not over yet. The following is very lively.

"I hope I can like it." Wu Hai mouth sighed.

"No, I really like it. After all, I am Wuhai." Wuhai smiled confidently with a mustache.

That look is like seeing the surprise of Uncle Jia when he receives the painting.

"Speaking of the name of rice is really amazing, but the porridge with the snow dish is really delicious, and the porridge is gone at night." Wu Hai’s mind was floating in a random way, and the eyes were so fixed. downstairs.

Obviously, he is in a daze...

Ps: The weather has been volatile all the time. Everyone pays attention to keep warm and don't catch a cold.