Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

There are only a few strokes on the painting, which is obviously an unfinished painting, but the painting style is immature and the brushwork is not stable, it is more like a girl's painting.

Mu Yide saw the painting in Song Qingzhu's hand, took it over calmly, and flicked the non-existent gray marks on it, "Well, this is the first painting I taught my daughter to make when she was young. In the past, no matter how well I preserve it, this paper! It will still turn yellow after all."

Song Qingzhu saw the specks of water in his eyes and asked, "So you just said that I am somewhat similar to an old friend of yours, and that old friend is your daughter, right?"

Mu Yide didn't make a sound, his eyes stayed on the painting for a long time, Song Qingzhu guessed that his daughter should have passed away.

How sad it is for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.

When it comes to the past, Mu Yide's face is a bit more vicissitudes.

Song Qingzhu stopped asking, and changed the subject, "Are there any other paintings you asked me to discuss today?"

Mu Yide put away his emotions, put the painting away carefully, and guided Song Qingzhu to look at the drawing board, "Girl, my painting has been parked here for more than a month. I wanted to paint a landscape painting, but the painting When I arrived here in Pear Blossom, I didn’t know what color to use for my pen.”

Song Qingzhu focused his eyes on this painting. He is worthy of being a master of contemporary Chinese painting. With just a few strokes, he has already painted a pear tree vividly.

"Your pear tree should be blooming in spring, and the flowers in spring are colorful. Only this pear blossom is slightly fresh and elegant when it blooms. Most of the pear blossoms are mainly white, but the base plate is already white. If the flowers are white again, it will be a bit monotonous. You might as well With the addition of green gradient flowers, it is full of vitality and does not confuse people's eyes, changing the style of pear blossoms."

Mu Yide only felt that he was suddenly enlightened, and praised several "good" words in succession.

"Girl, I see that you have a lot of knowledge in this art. Could it be that you have been in this industry for a long time?" Mu Yide asked mysteriously, with a bit of joy in his tone.

Song Qingzhu smiled lightly and shook his head, "I just appreciate paintings more, but I have never really picked up a pen."

Hearing her words, Mu Yide's eyes lit up, "That's it, girl, are you willing to be my apprentice?"

Song Qingzhu looked at Mu Yide in astonishment, the master of traditional Chinese painting accepts his apprentice, if she really agrees, no matter where she is in the future, people will respect her three points, but...

Song Qingzhu shook his head amusedly, "I'm used to holding a scalpel in my hand. How can I do such meticulous work? It's okay to talk to you, Lao Shang, but I'm sure I can't do serious painting."

Hearing this, Mu Yide's face was a little disappointed, and he took down the painting on the drawing board, "I have kept this landscape of pear blossoms for a long time, although I got a new inspiration today, I have already lost my original mood for painting. Why don't I give it to you!"

Song Qingzhu didn't refuse, and took it calmly, "Thank you, although it's only half a picture, it can sell for a lot of money!"

Where did Mu Yide think that she would say such a sentence suddenly, the expression on her face suddenly stopped, and she laughed again, "Little girl is straightforward, so you are not afraid of my anger?"

"Then will you be angry?" Song Qingzhu asked with a smile.

Mu Yide smiled even more heartily: "Hahahaha, you, you, let me tell you what's good about you, but I like it, and if you have any troubles in the future, just ask me."

Mu Yide felt that Song Qingzhu was his bosom friend, the kind of friend who forgets the year.

Song Qingzhu thanked him, and talked for a long time before leaving the studio with Rong Jingchen.

When I went out, there were already a lot fewer people, only some painters who really love this line of work were still trying to figure out a picture.

"Yangyang, while your uncle is away today, let me take you to a food stall!"

Song Qingzhu's face was full of anticipation. When she was abroad, she wanted to eat food stalls, mainly because she enjoyed the lively atmosphere.

There was hesitation on Rong Jingchen's face, Song Qingzhu thought he was afraid of Rong Junchu, and said, "If your uncle blames you, you can just blame me, and say that I tried my best to drag you You can't resist the past."

"Okay, then let's go together!" Rong Jingchen happily took Song Qingzhu's hand, as long as Xiao Qingqing was happy.

Song Qingzhu drove to the busy city. Although it was noon, many people who were shopping and having fun gathered over.

Almost all the people who come here are low-spending people, and the hygienic environment of the restaurant is naturally incomparable with those high-end restaurants.

Song Qingzhu looked around at the intersection, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he pulled Rong Jingchen towards one of the restaurants.

"Miss Boss, an egg fried rice!"

"Oh, is one fried rice enough?" The proprietress replied, and the man came out, and was stunned when he saw Song Qingzhu's appearance.

"Hey, you look so familiar." The proprietress stared at her, frowned, and for a while couldn't remember where she had seen her.

"Boss, I'm Song Qingzhu!" Song Qingzhu reminded.

The proprietress suddenly realized, "So it's you. You have changed so much that I didn't recognize it at a glance. You haven't been here for many years."

Speaking of this, Song Qingzhu's face flashed with coldness, and then he smiled and said, "Yes, after going abroad for many years, the boss's business here is still so good."

"I said, why haven't you come here for so long? You have gone abroad, but girl, where did you get the money to go abroad?"

Back then, the little girl was so poor that she could only afford the cheapest egg fried rice in the shop.

Song Qingzhu pulled his lips and smiled, "Don't mention these, just give me a portion of the special snacks in the restaurant."

"So much, can you finish it?"

"It's okay, I can't finish eating, I haven't eaten anything from you for many years, I miss it very much."

"Okay, I'll burn it for you right away!"

The proprietress entered the kitchen, and Song Qingzhu pulled Rong Jingchen to sit down on a cleaner table.

"Xiao Qingqing, you used to eat here often?" Rong Jingchen asked suspiciously.

Song Qingzhu nodded and smiled, "I used to only have a few dollars on me every day. In order to hide from my stepmother and sister, I often came here with a few dollars and asked for fried rice with eggs. This is the taste I missed the most when I was young."

"Then why did Xiao Qingqing go abroad later? That father of yours is not the kind of good person who would send you abroad for further study!" Rong Jingchen blinked his big eyes, and his doubts deepened.

"Of course he's not that kind!" Song Qingzhu said with a faint smile on his lips, "It's just that he thought I was an eyesore at home, so he just threw me abroad."

Song Qingzhu said it easily, but only she knew how she survived that time with a language barrier and no money.

Fortunately, she met Master.

Rong Jingchen pursed his mouth, Xiao Qingqing really suffered too much in the Song family.

While talking, the proprietress has already come out with snacks.

"Wow, it smells so good!" Rong Jingchen smelled the fragrance, his little hand was about to move, "I've never eaten such a delicious thing in my life."

Song Qingzhu looked at his gluttonous appearance, smiled, and reached out to take some meat skewers for him, "Eat it while it's hot, your uncle is not here, so don't worry about the image."

Rong Jingchen quickly took a few meat skewers and began to eat them. He said vaguely, "It's delicious. Xiao Qingqing treats me the best. I haven't eaten such delicious food since I grew up."

Seeing that he was eating happily, Song Qingzhu also took a bunch.

The proprietress served a table of food, and brought up two bowls of yogurt, "Seeing that you are a regular customer, these two bowls of yogurt are given to you for free."

"Thank you, lady boss!" Rong Jingchen thanked while eating.

The proprietress seemed to have discovered Rong Jingchen just now, and she was surprised, "I haven't seen you for so many years, your child is so old! This little guy looks really good, and he looks a bit like you."