“Famous value has been paid.”

"The skill level on the comic side has been improved!"

“Famous value has been paid.”

"The skill level on the comic side has been improved!"

...

There are 3 similar information prompts in total.

Xia Yu didn't even look at how much fame value was consumed. After the Sapporo tournament, fame value was temporarily in a state of being difficult to exhaust and being continuously replenished. Unless he sucked his brain and exchanged all fame value for taboo ingredients in one breath, there was no need to worry about the fame pool drying up.

"ah!"

A slight pain came from the head.

Since awakening the food cells and mastering "qi", and having a non-human body, there has been no similar pain for a long time. This shows how terrifying the information flow that instantly poured into Xia Yu into his comic side painting skills was when he clicked on the purple color.

After a while, my eyes turned to Qingming.

"It turns out that comics have so many skills!" Xia Yu rubbed his eyebrows. How could he say that he felt that he was forced into a comic book career in his memory. His previous painstaking study of cooking seemed to have turned into lines, storyboards, and design experiences of vivid characters.

Standing quietly for a while, the lines of the human body are always twisting in front of you. This is a strong practical heart at work!

There is no digital hand-painted board used by modern cartoonists to work.

There is no charcoal pen for sketching either.

Going to the living room on the second floor, rummaging through the cabinets, I finally found an ordinary pencil and a few ordinary white papers, spreading them on the clean-wiped dining table, Xia Yu began to sketch.

It is not copying, but mapping the images in your mind onto paper, in other words, improvisational originality.

For beginners, it is usually considered to be qualified to draw a rough outline of the body within 5 minutes. Xia Yu held the pen for the first time, but he didn't care whether the posture was correct or not, how to do it. As soon as he started writing, his fingers were still stiff, and the thickness of the lines drawn was not very uniform. However, with just a few strokes, the originally stagnant drawing quickly developed into a roundness...

Ten minutes later.

"Bang!"

Putting down the pencil, Xia Yu looked at the sketched characters on the paper, pressing against his chin, and looked slightly expressionless.

A man wearing ancient style clothing, long hair, a red scarf on his head, holding a kitchen blade, with a focused and resolute look. Isn’t this character the pig-footed Liu Maoxing in "China One"?

"It's okay to look at it at a high level, but if you look at it carefully, there are a lot of problems!"

Xia Yu sighed inwardly.

Just like buying cooking skills books to learn, any skill system only provides basic quick success. If you want to move to a higher level of perfection, practice is indispensable.

Xia Yu can be said to have mastered the basics of painting, from lines to human structure, human body dynamics, as well as clothing, colors, scenes, storyboards, etc., but after practicing a sketch, he found that he was like a hidden swordsman who had been practicing the basic swordsman behind closed doors for decades and had just gone down the mountain. He always felt that he was not able to guide his deep skills and his internal skills and mental methods...

"Practice a few more pictures!"

This time, Xia Yu planned to indent the scene in the store into a storyboard picture. He looked at the decorations of the table and chairs, and then looked at his big cat with half lying not far away, with amber eyes staring at his abbreviated cat, and his writing was very smooth.

Xia Yu has his own practice method. At worst, he asked the system to trace the memory and remember the ocean and recall the previous world, the classic works and masterpieces he had seen.

In short, one sentence—

Read more and write more!

...

In the evening of that day, Tokyo.

British diplomat's mansion, bedroom.

Yinglili raised her head from the workbench, put her pen and stretched her waist: "The third manuscript has finally been driven out! It's just a matter of coloring!"

Doudu!

A message prompt was heard from the mobile phone in the pocket of the sports suit, and it kept ringing as soon as it popped up.

What is the situation of the gods?

The confused Yinglili opened up. It turned out that it was a line social group that was blown up. This group is equivalent to a group of friends for Yinglili, because the members in it all have the same identities as her.

Fanpainter!

"Wow, read the news!"

"You just saw it? Why didn't Mr. Kubo stay at home, think about his works carefully, and why did he go to that shopping street to do!"

"I want to try Chef Xia's skills? But, looking at the picture, Mr. Kubo's face looks ugly. He wouldn't have been turned away? That's right, Xia's restaurant is not open normally, so it's the same for anyone to go!"

In the group, there was a discussion about a great manga master Kubo Ryunosuke. Someone posted a news message. Eriri opened it and finally understood the cause and consequence.

She laughed out loud inside.

Turned off?

Isn’t this normal? If you don’t make an appointment, you’ll just cause trouble for others if you come to the door!

Just as the fan artist community was blowing up, the mysterious group leader also bubbling:

“There is accurate news!”

"Mr. Kubo came to the house not to try Chef Xia's skills, but to talk about cooperation! Mr. Kubo's next work has been confirmed - Food Hot Blood Manga!"

boom!

The news is like a deep water bomb. The community was silent for a moment, and it was more lively than before.

"No wonder! But Chef Xia... rejected Mr. Kubo?"

"Absolutely! Look at Teacher Kubo's face, puff..."

"Are you gloating? As I said, it was the celebrity chef who was so proud of his tail that he was swelling after the Sapporo tournament! Teacher Kubo threw away his olive branch and was rejected!"

Soon, the community split into two factions and evolved into a battlefield of scolding. The group leader had no choice but to ban the entire ban.

Yingliri couldn't laugh anymore.

Oops!

The community ban, and there are discussions between Twitter and other online forums. Yinglili quickly turned on her laptop. Sure enough, there was a big noise in any place where this news was available. She turned to Xia Yu's personal social platform, and the battle situation here was even more terrifying. The fan camp sharpened its swords and had already set up a big fight!

"Not good, Erina!"

So Yingliri called her close friend as soon as possible.

It's about supper time.

Xia's Restaurant.

Zhu Qing was responsible for the supper. She hummed Chinese folk tunes in the open kitchen. She was not a spatula, but a pair of silver chopsticks. She used the chopsticks to turn over the dishes in the pot.

The store, almost all day long, a thick stack of paper was stacked on the desktop. Xia Yu threw away the last small piece of pencil in his hand and frowned and said, "Another pencil is gone!"

"Aunt Qing, are you okay?" he turned his head and shouted, touching his stomach.

"It's almost done, sit for me!"

Click!

At this time, an emergency brake sound came from the store door, and a black car suddenly stopped outside. Xia Yu saw the pair of golden-retriever girls who hurriedly entered the door, and were shocked.

Then he slapped the table and said to one of the blonde girls with a smile: "Yingli Li, you are like taking a self-invested Internet cafe? Uh, still so anxious..."

The girl is definitely very busy when going out. Her signature double ponytails were not tied up well, and her blonde hair was scattered on the shoulders of the green sportswear.

Strangely, the upper body is obviously in sportswear, but the lower body is a blue and black uniform skirt, paired with black pantyhose, and the slender and straight legs are so thin. It is in contact with the air that is nearly December, so I don’t know if it is cold or not.

"Big, something big is wrong!"

Without responding to Xia Yu's joke, the girl held her hands on the dining table, making her angry, her face flushed, and her expression tense looked at him.

"Um?"

Xia Yu found that he was also restless, so he bit his thumb when he entered the store, and looked at his Nakiri Erina with a hint of blame.
Chapter completed!