"Your rice dumplings are really delicious." Yuanzhou ate two more and said seriously.

"Haha, Xiao Yuan boss, you like it, but Xiao Jiang also said that it tastes good." Granny is very happy to say.

She said that Xiao Jiang is naturally her grandson. It seems that she also had a reunion dinner together today.

"Well, I like it very much." Yuanzhou nodded, and then continued to eat the dumplings in the lunch box.

"Yuan boss, you have the ability to cook."

"Rongcheng winter is still very hot, and Yuan Boss should pay attention to keep warm."

"Is the autumn trousers bought?"

Yuanzhou eats every bite very seriously, and all the words of the old woman are also listening carefully.

"But if you have the ability to pay attention to your body, get up at 5:30, is your body suffering?" The old woman is concerned.

"Before my mom always thought that I was late, and now I have less sleep." Yuanzhou mouth still contains a dumpling, although I have already eaten sixteen before, but I always feel that there are two stomachs, not swelling at all.

After the wife took a few sentences, she stopped talking. She smiled and looked at it. She didn’t say it in advance, she didn’t know if Yuanzhou opened the door today. She only saw Yuanzhou cleaning the store in the morning, so she cooked the dumplings. When I put a few more deliberately, I came at the end of the usual dinner time in Yuanzhou.

She thinks that Yuanzhou at this time should be a little idle, and eat some dumplings and warm stomach.

Here, Yuanzhou is seriously eating the dumplings, and grabbed a lot of soups and satisfied Wuhai returned to his hut. The house is in a mess, and waste paper, paint, skateboards, etc. can be seen everywhere.

Strictly speaking, the residence of Wuhai is not particularly chaotic, but there is no life atmosphere. It feels like a studio, but Wuhai really lives here.

The parents of Wuhai are also famous painters in China. When Wuhai was thirteen years old, his parents once fell to the cliff and left him and Wu Lin. Wu Lin, who is a younger sister, is also a mother and takes care of Wuhai.

Perhaps because of the "rushing out of the Amazon", there is a point that Wuhai and Wu Lin are the same. Both of them admire the soldiers very much, so the dreams of both of them are also military. But parents have always expected to be able to produce painters who are more powerful than themselves.

Therefore, Wuhai chose to carry the dream of carrying parents, began to study painting seriously, and practiced carefully to like painting. Now Wuhai has become the most famous young painter in China, and Wu Lin has also completed her dream to become a soldier.

From this point of view, Wuhai is afraid of Wu Lin, in addition to the amazing Wu Lin fighting skills, not to move a shoulder to fall, but also from the small family things are Wu Lin to take the lead, afraid of getting used to ...

Wuhai is very happy, not only has earned a lot of dumplings, but he has just done a big thing.

He picked up the canvas on the ground and laid the canvas. He made paintings different from others. Others were drafts on paper, and the paintings were officially fixed. But Wuhai was a draft on canvas, and the paper was fixed. He liked the brush on paper. Touch.

Turn off the phone, turn off the computer, and be absolutely quiet.

A small portrait, a portrait, Wuhai began to compose a picture, a three-point point or a four-point triangle, in the composition of Wuhai extraordinarily persistent.

It is like the "small shop map" that he once painted. It is the composition of the picture. The position occupied by each character and the size of the whole picture are tried once and again by Wuhai.

Painting is art, art has no way to calculate, but can try.

In the 30th year, one person draws more than a dozen rice balls.

The words are divided into two, Zheng Jiawei over there, their family is very lively, his family lives in the mountain city, Wuhai gave Zheng Jiawei a holiday ten days in advance, so Zheng Jiawei has been at home for ten days, this meal, the family in the living room Watch the Spring Festival Evening.

On the night of the New Year's Eve, you should watch the Spring Festival Evening, but the Spring Festival Evening is also ugly year after year. At this time, watching the Spring Festival Evening is not a matter of reading, but a habit.

In the past, life was not so good. The Chinese New Year's dinner table was not so delicious, but sitting on a small bench and watching the uncles of Uncle Ben and Uncle Ma Ji, the family was happy.

Although the Spring Festival Evening has deteriorated, the good memories of the past can still cover these unhealthy things, so every year, every year, every year.

"Where is the great night, I have to go somewhere." Zheng Jiawei's mother saw Zheng Jiawei go out with the car key and couldn't help asking.

"Mom gave me two sections of the sausages of our family, as well as bacon, and put a small one." Zheng Jiawei said.

Although Jia Wei’s mother didn’t know what her son’s use was, she still put it on her hands and handed it to Zheng Jiawei’s hand.

"Mom, I am going out for a trip, something is wrong. If it is too late, I will not come back tonight."

After that, Zheng Jiawei went out with the sausage bacon, drove in the underground parking lot, and headed for the city.

On the night of the New Year's Eve, there is no toll fee, the whole line is unblocked, and there are fewer vehicles on the highway. Therefore, Zheng Jiawei can open faster than usual on the safe side.

Yuanzhou shop.

Yuanzhou, who finished the old woman’s dumplings, sent the old woman to the door. When he returned to the store, he felt that something was wrong.

There seems to be a stone inside the stomach, which is called a bulging.

Yuanzhou’s face was dark and suddenly he woke up. He solved all the dumplings sent by his old woman, plus sixteen of his own bags, which means he ate twenty-four dumplings today.

Dongfeng blows the drums, who is afraid of the dumplings?

Lying in the seat, turning over all the stomach hurts, even the strength to close the door upstairs, but soon returned to a person.

The arrogant dress, the arrogant face, and the arrogant walking posture are already very obvious.

“Yuanyuan is one of the representative snacks of Chinese Han people. It has a long history. The rice dumpling originated in the Song Dynasty. At that time, Mingzhou rose up to eat a novel food, that is, black sesame, lard and white sugar were used as raw materials. It is made into a powder, and then the lard and white sugar are successively put into a mixture to form a stuffing, and the outside is glutinous rice flour."

Chu Yu went to Yuanzhou, and regardless of Yuanzhou Ge Youzhen, Zhang mouth is a piece of words, and then he turned away and did not drag the water.

Yuanzhou looked at Chu's back and became smaller until it disappeared.

Therefore, Chu Yu returned and said something like Baidu Encyclopedia. What is it?

After a half-hour break, Yuanzhou closed the door and went upstairs.

However, after about three hours, the door of Wuhai was ringed. It is not someone else who knocks at this time. It is his agent Zheng Jiawei.

"Who."

Wuhai opened the door, Zheng Jiawei's figure reflected his eyes, and then a whisper of care.

"Small sea, are you okay? Do you have anything to eat in New Year's Eve? You won't be hungry."

"The last time you said that Yuan Boss does not necessarily open the door."

"What can I do? I have eaten 18 rice **** today." Wuhai’s answer is undoubtedly proud.

After all, the dumplings were returned by wisdom.

"That's good, then I will bring you bacon and sausage, and cook it for you." Zheng Jiawei entered the house, and then habitually packed up the room.

Please believe that in a corner of the world, someone must care about you.