i'm not a tattoo

.If the customer knows this, maybe their company will go bankrupt tomorrow.

Lu Xuting didn't think about it any more, before they found him, he hid behind the wall.Lu Yuanche didn't know why, but he also hid behind the wall, thinking about the scene he saw just now, he covered his face tragically, and had no face to face his uncle.

Lu Xuting asked with a kind smile: "How long has this... the act of dancing to the Great God?"

Lu Yuanche always felt that the smile on Lu Xuting's face would be a sneer if understood at a deeper level, so he could only reply with a guilty conscience: "It's not long... just a few days after you came last time..."

Lu Xuting looked at Lu Yuanche lovingly with the eyes of a silly child, "It's not long?"

Lu Yuanche threw out what he often said recently: "I was wrong..."

Lu Xuting raised his eyebrows, returned to his usual state, and said with a smile: "Forget it, just pretend that I haven't been here today, and I don't want to dampen your enthusiasm." He stared at Lu Yuanche, his smile deepened, " You won't tell them I've been here, will you?"

This strong sense of threat... Lu Yuanche immediately promised: "No! Absolutely not!"

As soon as Lu Xuting walked out of the building, the mobile phone rang an information prompt tone just right.

Wen Yu's message was simple: "Come back in the afternoon? Go to Shushu for one last follow-up visit, and come with him by the way. I want to make dumplings in the afternoon, so I won't accompany you."

Lu Xuting read the plain news with a smile, and replied: "Then I'll go there in the morning. Something happened, I didn't go to the company, and I was free in the morning."

Wen Yu replied "Okay", and after putting down the phone, he thought that Shushu and Lu Xuting were alone, tsk tsk, probably Shushu was going to be nervous again.

Wen Yu looked at the three young men in front of him, and pointed at the one holding the guitar, "Your prototype... isn't the pipa?"

"That's right, senior!"

"Then what do you mean by playing the guitar?"

The young man with yellow hair has a serious face, "Because it's always dangerous to hold your own prototype, but if you hold another pipa...it always feels awkward, it's like one person hugs another person and then tickles his stomach Same."

Wen Yu looked at the one with the keyboard and drum set, and suddenly didn't want to ask what the prototype of the two of them was.

However, the other two have already enthusiastically introduced themselves. The prototype of the keyboard player is Pipa, and the prototype of drummer is Hulusi.

Wen Yu felt that the painting style of one of the three people was a little too big, so he asked the green-haired drummer: "Is the cucurbit silk and the drum set too big?"

Lumao looked distressed, "As long as I play an instrument, I feel like I'm kissing."

...There must be something wrong with all three of them.

Although he has mental problems, he is still good at music, at least Wen Yu thinks so.

I promised to let them come up to prove themselves before, but now they have really shown their ability, anyway, it is just a few dumplings, Wen Yu will not go back on his word, so he said: "You have a bite of dumplings tonight-no matter how full you are, Could you please provide BGM in the tea house in the afternoon?"

The three of them nodded their heads dyed with traffic lights in unison, and went downstairs happily.

The noodles are ready, so there is no need for Wen Yu to worry about the stuffing.In fact, he is only responsible for the package process. This year, he managed to do a lot of extra work, which has already given him a lot of face.

In the past few years, Bi Qianqian did all the work of preparing noodles and stuffing and rolling skins. After training, her hand rolling speed has been so fast that she can fly. Those who don't know think that the rolling pin is a magic weapon.

This year, Ye Buwen helped more, and Wen Yu felt that Bi Qianqian should be able to relax a bit.

It was not in the afternoon, Ye Buwen and Bi Qianqian hadn't started preparing yet, they were still entertaining guests downstairs, Wen Yu thought, why not go to Shushu's place?Anyway, Lu Xuting went there in the morning, and he had nothing to do in the morning...

Thinking of this, Wen Yu wanted to leave, but at this time Ye Buwen poked his head out from the stairs again, and said with a embarrassed smile: "Boss..."

Looking at that smile, Wen Yu knew there must be something wrong, so he could only sit back in his original position, "What's wrong?"

"Well... the guests knew that the three fellow Taoists exchanged music for dumplings, and they all said that they also have a wide range of hobbies and versatility..." Ye Buwen smiled with eyes crooked, "So they want to say, can Couldn’t you just ask the boss to take a look and see if you can change to handmade dumplings?”

Wen Yu frowned, looking troubled, "They're all dumplings, what's the difference between handmade and quick-frozen?"

"Boss, your craftsmanship is so-so good, the difference is huge!" Ye Buwen looked serious.

Although this may sound a bit troublesome, it seems to be quite interesting when you think about it carefully.Wen Yu stroked his chin, and said loosely, "Okay, anyone who wants to try it, let him come up, and I'll wait here."

"Okay!" Ye Buwen retracted his head contentedly, then suddenly poked his head back after a while, and asked a little excitedly, "Can there be a crowd?"

Wen Yu said casually, "As long as you don't make noise, anything is fine."

Ye Buwen gave another happier "Okay".

After a while, one came up first. Wen Yu felt that his face was familiar, and he must have been here many times.

The man clasped his fists together, "Senior. I learned to sing ditties when I was young, and I'm pretty good at it, so I'll sing one for senior."

There are a few people standing behind who don't know whether they are cheering or queuing up, and the eyes of those who watched the song are quite eager.

Wen Yu thought of those who played ditties before, and felt that this should be fine, so he nodded, "Please."

In less than half a minute, that person was directly thrown downstairs by Wen Yu, "Singing [-] touches! Everyone who sings little dirty tunes is gone! Get out of here!"

The person in line at the back looked at his falling back and shook his head in pity, and spoke with a bel canto.

Wen Yu endured it for a minute this time.

"Watching the Spring Festival Gala every year is enough to listen to. Goodbye."

After blasting away a large group of people who sang strangely, Wen Yu only slightly expressed satisfaction with two of them.

"Go downstairs and look for the three traffic lights, and discuss what to sing in the afternoon. There are dumplings, but you don't care if you are full."

The upsurge of singing came to an end, and some people began to come up with scrolls.

Ye Buwen went upstairs to see it, but Bi Qianqian didn't go to join in the fun.She looked at the backs of those people going upstairs with a little excitement downstairs, thinking that this is not a joke, and she didn't think about what Wen Yu's body is... Oh, they might really not know.But then you should also know that Wen Yu has done body painting before, so why didn't you be so stupid as to bump into the muzzle of the gun.

Bi Qianqian sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, after a while, the man came down holding the painting with his head drooping.

This should be considered a level, Bi Qianqian thought, if Wen Yu was not level, it would be impossible to be so cold...quiet...

Before she finished thinking, Qianqian saw a painting scroll flying obliquely from the stairs on the second floor, and slammed into the wall with a bang.Bi Qianqian looked at the trembling painting scroll and the hole on the wall, and shouted at Ye Buwen on it: "You tell him not to destroy the environment of the teahouse! If it is broken, he will fix it!"

Wen Yu heard it clearly on the second floor, and replied in a bad mood: "Since I am repairing it, I don't care how I destroy it!"

At this time, Bi Qianqian had already taken down the painting, unfolded it, and remained silent.

To be honest, if Bi Qianqian dared to recommend herself to herself after seeing the pencil drawing like this, she would probably not be able to resist destroying the painting.

... This painting is hot on the eyes.

So it is not bad that Wen Yu resisted tearing up the painting.

Wen Yu experienced the piercing ears of the devil's voice, ugly eyes, poisoned mouth... After that, he finally couldn't take it anymore, and drove away the rest of the people in one breath.After that, Bi Qianqian and Ye Buwen were called up to prepare the dumplings for the evening.

Ye Buwen pulled the jiaozi, Bi Qianqian rolled the skin, Wen Yu made the dumplings, the three of them chatted leisurely, and their movements were not slow at all.

Bi Qianqian said, "How many people have you promised?"

"Not too many, probably no more than ten."

"I don't remember who it is? What should I do if someone lied to me?"

Wen Yu snorted in his nasal cavity, "I'll see whoever is going to celebrate the New Year wants to make himself unhappy."

Ye Buwen looked at Wen Yu and Bi Qianqian, and asked curiously, "Did we have activities here every year before?"

Bi Qianqian replied, "Not all the time, just a few years ago."

"That's great. Most practitioners at our age don't have parents or relatives anymore. It's really nice to be able to join in the fun here." Ye Buwen rubbed the face in his hands with a sweet smile in his eyes Yi, "I haven't made dumplings for many years."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, "Since you want to, you can take part of it later."

Ye Buwen laughed, showing a row of small white teeth, and nodded happily.

Bi Qianqian looked at Ye Buwen and showed an extremely gentle smile.

57

Lu Xuting came back before noon, and when he entered the teahouse, he was shocked by the unusual joyful atmosphere inside.

The tables are all put away, and the guests are sitting on both sides. This structure is like the feeling of a party in school days.There seemed to be some people singing and dancing in the middle-oh, not dancing, but dancing with swords-but this is a party.Lu Xuting heard some people beside him singing along in a low voice, and some... loudly singing along in the chorus.

Chen Shushu, who followed in, was also taken aback, and quickly handed the phone to Lu Xuting.

Lu Xuting glanced at it, and Chen Shushu typed three large characters in a very large font size: "Going wrong???"

Lu Xuting shook his head, "No, let's go upstairs first, or do you want to take a look below?"

Chen Shushu hastened