Chapter 4552 Interstellar pet husband's daily life (82)

   Ruan Tang thought that he was already busy enough before, but he did not expect that he would be so busy these few days that he could not even drink saliva.

She writes couplets here. She is obsessed with calligraphy, but she doesn’t even hold the brush very well. The warden will come over and look at her flatly, "Miss Ruan, this blessing character, this is a blessing character, how can I look at it? Like a curse word?"

  He really loves him, but he really has no talent. He has studied with Ruan Tang for a long time, but he still looks the same.

  Ruan Tang can only write many kinds of fonts for Fu in succession.

   Originally thought that this would make the warden’s problem less, but in the end he became a million why, Ruan Tang was annoyed by the quarrel, and directly asked Wu Yueming to stick tape on his mouth.

  The ears were finally cleaned, and after a while, the tailor came again.

"Dean, please help me see if my moiré has been cut incorrectly? This direction is reversed. According to the rules, the moiré should be asked the other way around, if I cut it like this, is there any way to remedy it? Can I cut two pieces in a row and then the other way around?"

  The tailor is most proud of his hands. The scalpel can make flowers in his hands. The clothes can make him sew hundreds of patterns. He is also the first to learn paper-cutting.

   Ruan Tang was expressionless and pointed out several other mistakes. As a doctor, he couldn't bear the problem of the wound he sutured. He wanted to destroy the work. Ruan Tang stopped him immediately.

   "As a beginner, your speed is already very fast, but it is still too difficult to put these auspicious patterns on the entire prison area on New Year's Eve."

  After Ruan Tang finished speaking, the tailor looked at her in a daze, "Then I shall find some people?"

   Ruan Tang: "...I mean, if the cut is broken, as long as it is not obvious, you can leave it. You can learn from it, or you can post it to some unobvious places, and the atmosphere will be there."

   Dismissed the tailor, Wu Yueming and Wu Yong came again.

"Miss, how do you make dumplings, I also used the same technique, why mine looks either too fat or too slumped, not good-looking at all, mainly it is broken a lot, and it will disperse if it is boiled. Open it?" Wu Yueming held a tray, all his failures.

   Ruan Tang: "So what?"

  Wu Niang took out different shapes of dough and fillings, and looked at Ruan Tang expectantly with a smile.

  Ruan Tang had to pick up the dumpling noodles, demonstrate one by one, and re-wrap a few more. After finishing the wrapping, she saw Wu Yueming actually filming her.

  Wu Yueming hid the camera as if holding a treasure, "This is precious information. You will use this video for your studies in the future."

  As soon as they left, Xuanhe came.

  "Take a mouthful of tea." Although it is the best tea he can buy, the taste is actually not that good. Ruan Tang said it was because of the wrong steps in the tea making process.

  Xuanhe has been studying this recently.

  Ruan Tang took a big sip, and Xuan He poured her another glass. Seeing that Ruan Tang looked tired, he calmed down and said, “There is still a lot of time. Take your time, don’t worry.”

   "You take a rest, I will write the rest." Xuan He took off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. Ruan Tang knew he could calligraphy, but he didn't know how he wrote.

  She watched with interest, and after seeing Xuanhe drop a little, she shook her head, walked to Xuanhe's side, and held his hand, "Here, it should be written like this."

  I finished writing a couplet, but the black crane that was almost attached to Ruan Tang was full of Ruan Tang's breath, and he didn't know what he wrote.

  　 Thank you [Yilan] for your support!

  　　

  　

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