Zhong Yue took a piece of bacon from Zhang Laifu's house, and then cut some small vegetables from the field beside the house, preparing to go home to "serve" that little trouble.

When I returned to Xiaohe Mountain and walked through the bamboo forest, I saw Gu Qin sitting on a bamboo stool with a paintbrush, and walked straight over. Oil paintings are not like calligraphy. Sometimes a painting takes several days or even months. It takes several hours to complete a small realistic painting like Gu Qin.

“It’s a good painting, quite similar.”

Gu Qin adjusted the brush to the paint board, "You are an insult to oil painting."

"Okay, when I didn't say anything, you really want to live here?"

Gu Qin raised his head, "No? I don't mind, are you still pretentious?"

“…”

"Is there any instant noodles tonight?"

Zhong Yue lifted the bacon in his hand and said, "Eat something good tonight."

"The meat is black, are you sure you can eat it?"

When Zhong Yue saw her look disgusted, he smiled and said, "Have you eaten bacon before?"

Gu Qin shook his head.

"You draw slowly, I'm going to cook."

Zhong Yue returned to the house and quickly washed the rice. He took out two casseroles that he had not used for a long time from the cabinet, washed them, applied a layer of oil on the inner wall, poured the rice into the pot, and soaked them aside. The bacon brought from Zhang Laifu's house was soaked in rice washing water, and took advantage of this time to prepare to practice the wording.

If I had done other things before, it would take a long time to calm down. Now, I have used the system reward [Purple Brush in Bamboo Carving] to at least make him calm down quickly.

Now, with a 95% proficiency, Zhong Yue's lacquer calligraphy is very close in terms of brushwork and strokes. It is just to go to a higher level and fill that 5% is a gap. It can only be improved by the one-percent increase in the brushwork produced by the system, making the lacquer calligraphy more charming.

The copybook that Zhong Yue uses now is a modern Chinese dictionary, which is so broken that it has no cover.

The rough paper has been written in a dark way. Sometimes the rough paper is gone, so Zhong Yue practices with some newspapers.

"Hey, the food is ready?" Gu Qin held the easel and looked at Zhong Yue with a focused look.

"It's almost done."

He put the pen aside.

Gu Qin followed, "I said you are so rich, why don't you buy some good paper and ink? That bottle of ink, I feel dizzy when I smell it."

"Let's wait." Zhong Yue washed his hands and added half a spoonful of vegetable oil to each soaked rice.

"Although oil is added to cooking? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Zhong Yue said speechlessly: "You have never even heard of bacon, you will eat it."

The rice was steamed on the gas stove, and Zhong Yue began to process the vegetables and bacon. These ingredients were very easy to process. After soaking the bacon, he rinsed it with water and cut thin slices of meat.

Gu Qin stood aside and wanted to help, but found that he couldn't get in, so he could only start to give advice, "Hey, your food is smoking, turn off the fire quickly."

"Don't make a fuss, it's just boiled." Zhong Yue put the washed vegetables into the pot. When the rice was almost cooked, he placed the slices of meat on the rice, and had an egg on it, and covered the casserole with a lid.

"What are you doing?"

"Have you never eaten clay pot rice? Lingnan people eat the clay pot rice that Hu Jianren has."

Gu Qin shook his head, not knowing what Zhong Yue said about anything else. However, the aroma of bacon in the pot slowly dissipated. Zhong Yue lifted the lid of the pot and looked at the poached egg hitting it.

"Do you like to eat soft-boiled eggs?"

"Can."

Gu Qin's eyes had long been attracted by the white rice, tender green vegetable leaves, poached eggs and the red and black bacon, and he felt salivation on his tongue. When the soft-boiled eggs on it were almost solidified, Zhong Yue poured the sauce along the edge of the casserole.

Hesitate!

The aroma of sauce is covered with the smell of bacon and is completely emitted.

"Zhong Yue, it's a pity that you don't go to be a chef."

"You can still be a chef with dry-fried instant noodles and clay pot rice? I miss you too much." Zhong Yue soaked the rag and put it on the table with a casserole.

"Claypot rice, eat it."

Gu Qin couldn't wait to pick up the iron spoon and scoop a spoonful of rice with anticipation.

The edge of the casserole was oiled before and half a spoonful of vegetable oil added when cooking, and the crumbs that had been burnt and crispy when chewed in the mouth, creaking and fragrant. The soft rice in the middle and the rich soup with sauce flavor made Gu Qin's appetite wide.

"This rice..."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "Don't just eat, eat food."

The rice soup originally contained vegetable oil, which made the vegetables placed on it bright green and green, and the color was fascinating. Gu Qin blew it and carefully teared a little vegetable leaf with his teeth. The taste was nothing special, but it was very refreshing. Gu Qin put a piece of shiny red bacon into his mouth.

The firm pork and the rich sauce flavor make the slices taste a bit salty.

"It's very salty, right? You have to eat it with the rice. According to your way of eating it, the food on top is over, and the rice on the bottom is not yet motivated."

Zhong Yue’s way of eating is very unique. He uses a spoon to stir the soft-boiled eggs and mix them together. This way, it looks a bit unsightly, but it tastes very pleasant.

"Did you teach this by yourself?" In Gu Qin's eyes, cooking is also an art. Undoubtedly, Zhong Yue's two hands-on displays in the kitchen today, his skillful cooking skills have already shocked her a very powerful vision.

"It's almost the same. My dad was lazy. He used to be boiled in water. After my mom and my dad divorced, I usually cooked when I went home, so I learned it slowly." Zhong Yue scooped a spoonful of rice and chewed it in his mouth. "Auntie Fat is going to go to the wholesale market in the city to buy goods. He has asked his uncle to buy gasoline. He will probably arrive tomorrow afternoon. You will stay here tonight. I will go to Zhang's house to make do with it for the night."

Gu Qin nodded, feeling that there was no need, but since Zhong Yue said so, he seemed a little decent, "I think you love calligraphy very much, why didn't you apply to the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"Can calligraphy be used as a food?" Zhong Yue curled his lips. At that time, he didn't have this brushwork system. Practicing calligraphy was completely influenced by his grandfather and his father. He was not very passionate about it. It was completely different from now on. At that time, his family was in financial difficulties and the major he applied for was very practical, such as a very popular major in electrical engineering and engineering. He thought that when he graduated and found a job in the city, he could make his father live a better life, and he was content.

Gu Qin poked the rice with a spoon, "You are so vulgar. Can art be measured by money?"

"Haha, is it very vulgar? Then let's just be vulgar. Jin Nong and Zheng Banqiao all sell paintings for a living. Qi Baishi paints shrimps and cabbages, and they all price one shrimp and one cabbage. According to you, they are all vulgar people?"

"You are quibbling."

"Quoting? I didn't say that I was a pure stream in the world, I was just a common man. I love money."
Chapter completed!