Yuanzhou closed the store door. This has caused a lot of attention from diners. Although it is not normal to open the store door during business hours.

But in general, in the afternoon, Yuanzhou is not carving outside, reading books and studying food, the doors are open.

The situation of closing the door is only one or two times, so the diners are studying, is it that Yuan Boss has made new dishes.

Some people opened the market and gambled that Yuan Boss’ new dish is a vegetarian or vegetarian. This group of people in Yuanzhou Xiaodian is really enough to talk about.

But the fact is... Yuanzhou secretly added a dish to himself. After all, there were a lot of ingredients to prepare, so I made two dishes.

After eating it, Yuanzhou squatted on the seat and made a full meal. Fortunately, the whole fish banquet needs to be prepared in advance. The fish is mostly killed, otherwise Yuanzhou can't finish it.

In fact, it is fortunate. Fortunately, Wuhai is talking to Zhou Xi, otherwise, Wuhai, which has a beastly intuition for food, may come knocking at the door.

The situation of the matter is this...

"Puff"

Zhou Xi holds a bunch of things and rings the door of Wuhai. As for why he knows what room Wuhai lives in, Wuhai’s room number, who knows this piece?

"The door is not closed, come in." The sound of Wuhai came from inside the house.

Zhou Xi holds things and carefully opens the door.

The room in Wuhai is exactly the same as Zhou Xi’s imagination, very messy.

On the ground in the room, there was a lot of used paper and a lot of canvases. Not only that, but even on the four walls, I also painted a lot of things.

In addition to drawing paper, the Wuhai room has the most brushes. Whether it is on the washbasin of the bathroom, or on the TV cabinet of the living room, or even on the bedside lamp, there is a brush.

Zhou Xi has heard of it. There are very powerful painters. If there is inspiration, they will be recorded in the way of painting.

Obviously, Wuhai is like this. In fact, what he doesn't know is that Zheng Jiawei will put a new white wallpaper every other month, and this is what Zheng Jiawei posted before he left.

"Because I don't know what kind of toothpaste you use Umbrella, I bought one for each, for a total of more than 30."

Yes, Zhou Xihuan is holding a pile of toothpaste.

"Thirty? I have been using it for two years." Wuhai is very happy: "There is no need to sell toothpaste for two years."

Don't buy toothpaste for two years? Zhou Xiyi, he didn't think so.

"There is money in the basket, how much is the toothpaste, you can take it yourself."

The basket that Wuhai said is placed in the doorway corridor. It is Zheng Jiawei who is at the door. If Wuhai can't find his wallet and throw it, it is used for emergency.

"Well, I will take it for a while, I will put this toothpaste." Zhou Xi asked.

"Washing room." Wuhai casually pointed to the direction of the house, and he was observing, a drop of water.

He is thinking that there are also many bacterial organisms in the waterdrops that are also a complete biosphere, just like the Earth's biosphere.

But the water droplets, Wuhai, he can wave freely, easily erase, you can also find a lot of drops.

Then the earth, in a certain dimension, is it the same?

One afternoon, Wuhai was thinking about this.

Wuhai home is still quite big. After all, it used to be two sets of two-bedroom and one-bedroom rooms. After being bought by Wuhai, it was opened and renovated. It has become a one-bedroom apartment. Zhou Xi has been looking for something for a while.

After all, the washroom and the bathing room are separate and quite rare.

"I have a question I would like to ask you." Zhou Xidao.

Wu Haitou did not move, and placed it straight on the table, like a dead pig's head: "You ask."

"The two paintings on the top of the Yuanzhou store are..."

When Zhou Xi’s paintings were not finished, they were interrupted by Wu Hai.

"Ha ha ha, that's right, it's just that I took a lot of work to get the compass to hang up. It's amazing."

Speaking of this matter, Wuhai has a spirit at once, and then said: "Is it that I am very powerful, there is nothing wrong with it, this is one of the two things that I am most proud of in my life."

"..." Zhou Xi’s forehead is a black question mark.

Zhou Xi’s whole person’s status is Spartan. Is there anything to be proud of? I feel that he can't keep up with Wuhai's thinking.

"That one can ask, is another proud thing?" Zhou Xi whispered.

"Drawing, another time when I am most proud, is that I paint." Wuhai blurted and answered.

Actually, and painting, Zhou Xi feels that his head will explode, it seems that those diners are really not exaggerated.

"This is life" and "small store map", it is really Wuhai's death, Bailai, hard to the store owner.

The world is too crazy. In the words of the Eastern Province philosophers, it is the mice who dare to be the bridesmaids.

"That, you don't think this painting, hanging on the roof of a small shop, is it dusty?" Zhou Xi asked for the final effort.

"Dust dust? Where is it not to be dusty." Wu Hai asked: "In the collection of rich people? Or in a museum."

Zhou Xi lived, and the place where the painting was placed was not to be dusty. This is a false proposition and there is no answer at all.

"And, young man, you are still young, you don't even know, how good the store is." Wuhaidao.

Zhou Xi does not know, do not understand such a small place, things are delicious, but really so magical?

That is, when the two talked, someone knocked at the door. Wuhai was very accustomed to direct Zhou Xi to open the door.

The door opened, it was an aunt, and then the aunt and Wu Hai asked, and began to take care of the messy ground.

This aunt is the hourly worker who gave Zhenghai a request to pick up things.

"Wumen, how long does this aunt come once?" Zhou Xi pondered from the messiness of the ground in the house, probably about three or four days.

"How long does it take?" Wuhaidao: "The cleaning must be cleaned every day."

"Ha?" Zhou Xi opened his mouth and looked surprised.

"Young man, if you clean the next day, this room will be drowned." Cleaning the aunt is hard to look up and insert a word.

That is to say, a bunch of things on the ground, all painted today? This place does not say that there are one hundred, but eighty or ninety are available.

"How much do you paint a day?" Zhou Xikou unconsciously asked this.

"Whoever has time to remember this, when I am free, I want to paint when I want to paint." Wuhai actually did not say a word. For him, except for eating, it is free time, and yes, including sleeping in his opinion. It is also free time.

"It is no wonder that it can become a famous Chinese painter. It is so hard behind it." Zhou Xi said: "One day, nearly a hundred painting exercises."

"There is nothing to be done. You go to see the compass. He is cooking every day except cooking, or practicing skills that are helpful for cooking." Wu Haidao: "I can draw trees by painting. I can draw flowers, birds, fish, insects, and I can paint all the worlds, but the compasses are repeated every day, repeating the basic knife practice."

"He is hard work, you believe it or not, he has been practicing for a while now." Wu Hai said a little tired, and began to catch people.

"When you leave, bring the door." After that, Wuhai continued to put his head on the table, and the head of the dead generally looked at the water droplets.

Can be very strong, a good direct way to send customers, Zhou Xizhen left, really can one thing to work hard to this extent?

Zhou Xi gently closed the door, Wu Hai turned his head and glanced at the position of the door, muttering to himself: "Zhou Shijie, the smart old man taught a stupid son, the money has forgotten."

"Just, the eyes are very good, wow hahaha." Wu Hai touched the moustache, his face was somewhat proud.

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