Chapter 28 Graffiti on the Bottom of a Pot

"No, Jiang Chao, I... I'm weak and can't take a beating. Believe me or not, the moment the broom falls, I'll faint against the wall. Then... you'll have to carry me to the hospital. It's not worth it!"

As she spoke, she frantically winked at the little butterfly. Seeing that he was almost in tears, the kind-hearted Yun Xia sighed and stepped forward to tug at the hem of the gloomy boy's clothes.

"Since things have come to this, what good is beating him up, besides venting our anger? He boasts about being a painting genius, so let's make the most of him and let him create a few paintings with soot from the bottom of the pot to add an artistic touch to the courtyard wall."

"I'm just mediocre, An'an is the genius!"

Hearing this, Yunxia puffed out her cheeks, turned her head and glared at the person, thinking to herself, "Is my mouth rented? Is it a waste of money to not speak?"

Stared at by the little butterfly, Feng Jingling pouted in grievance and turned her back to face the wall in repentance!

"Jiang Chao, braised pork belly that's savory, tender, and soft takes a lot of time to make. If you don't help, I can't manage it all by myself. A drawing is better than scribbles, so please make a decision quickly."

"Ling, make the painting look nicer. Also, there's no braised pork for you."

After saying that, she angrily threw down the broom, turned around and went into the kitchen. Yunxia gestured with her fingers a few times, telling the two people in the yard to fend for themselves, and then followed Jiang Chao with small steps.

"Teacher Feng, I'm sorry, it's all An'an's fault for being too playful."

Eighty percent of the graffiti on the walls was done by little children.

Feng Jingling concealed the emotions in her eyes, patted his head, and said, "Graffiti is the first step for an artist to liberate their nature. An'an, you did the right thing. Besides, graffiti... I didn't encourage it!"

"But brother..."

"Him? He's all bark and no bite. With the chopsticks in my hand, how could he stop me from picking them up? Little genius, quickly scrape some soot from the bottom of the pot, your brother is about to create something."

Feeling guilty, Xiao Jiang'an frantically retrieved his knife, bent over, and began scraping soot from the bottom of the pot.

In the kitchen, Yunxia rolled up her sleeves, charred the pork skin over an open flame, wiped it clean, put it in a pot of cold water, boiled it for 10 minutes, took it out, let it cool, and cut it into mahjong tile pieces!

Heat the oil to 70% of its maximum temperature, add the oil to the pan, render the fat and pour it out. Add seasonings such as scallions, ginger, and garlic, and sauté until fragrant. Pour in the prepared caramelized sugar water and simmer over low heat.

While the meat was stewing, Yunxia wasn't idle either. She cooked rice in a clay pot, stir-fried several plates of refreshing vegetables, and also made tomato and egg soup.

"Mmm, it smells so good, little butterfly. You're so virtuous. Whoever marries you is guaranteed to live a life of happiness, hehe!"

Scenic Ling, drawn by the aroma, with a face as dark as a pot bottom and showing off her bright white teeth, praised it.

"Fengjing Ling, if you can't speak properly, then shut up. How old is Yunxia? She's already spouting nonsense. Is the painting on the courtyard wall finished yet? Why are you here gossiping?"

The boy in the white coat blinked and said with a wronged look, "Doodles can't be finished in a short time. If you want a horse to run fast, you have to feed it some good grass. So... Ah Chao, could you roast a sweet potato for me?"

When Xiao Jiang'an showed off this morning, it made him really envious.

"Heh, you'll be eating the ashes at the bottom of the pot!"

After saying that, he picked up a piece of firewood and threw it towards the door. Feng Jingling's eyes widened, and he quickly dodged it, then leaned against the wall and patted his chest, thinking to himself that it was a close call.

Yun Xia raised an eyebrow, carrying four sweet potatoes, and walked up to the gloomy boy. When he looked at her with a puzzled expression, she said in a soft, sweet voice:

"Brother Jiang Chao, soft and sweet roasted sweet potatoes go even better with braised pork that's fatty but not greasy!"

With a look of pure greed, Jiang Chao lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Just put it there!"

Thanks!

An hour later, the charred sweet potatoes were served. Feng Jingling, who was all smiles, picked one up but was burned and threw it away.

"Are you stupid? It just came out of the stove, how can you take it right away? Eat first!"

The boy in the white coat, pinching his earlobe, chuckled sheepishly. "Hey, so there's so much to know about eating roasted sweet potatoes. I've learned something new."

After the pain in his hand subsided, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating. At first, the atmosphere at the table was quite harmonious, but later, the two pairs of chopsticks started fighting over a piece of braised pork.

In the end, Jiang Chao was more skilled and defended his territory. Feng Jingling ate his vegetables listlessly until Yun Xia couldn't bear to watch and gave him a few pieces of braised pork, at which point he regained his smile.

After the meal, the group sat on the steps in front of the door, quietly enjoying dessert (roasted sweet potatoes).

"Soft, chewy, and sweet, it's delicious! Little butterfly, you're a great cook!"

"It's thanks to Brother Jiang Chao for setting the fire so well. Big brother, can we finish painting this wall today?"

"Yes, of course! Look, the basic design is already drawn; the rest is easy!"

prototype?

Yunxia looked at it from top to bottom, left to right, but she still couldn't figure out what he was trying to draw!

Seeing the doubt in the little girl's eyes, the boy in the white coat peeled off the charred skin and laughed, "It's plum blossom, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. Only the Four Gentlemen of Flowers are worthy of the Jiang family!"

"Ha, finally you've said something reasonable!"

Hiss, the lines are like scribbles, and there's not a trace of the Four Gentlemen.

"Hehe, the picture will be out tonight, An'an, have you finished eating? Let's get started!" With that, she stuffed the remaining sweet potato into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks like a hamster hoarding food.

"Teacher Feng, An'an has finished eating."

After finishing their desserts, some people painted, some washed pots and pans, and some took a nap.

Because of what happened last night, Yunxia didn't dare to stay in the fields any longer. She planted a few packets of seeds, then withdrew from her consciousness and slept for a while. When she woke up again, the sunset had already filled the sky.

The rosy glow shone on the young man, giving him a golden halo, a hazy yet otherworldly quality. Just by looking at his tall and straight back, one could tell he was a handsome young man.

The boy in the white coat turned around and smiled, his bright eyes reflecting the girl's bewildered face.

"Little butterfly, were you stunned by your brother's good looks?"

"Heh, she's not blind!" Jiang Chao, who was sweeping the floor, scoffed.

With his face covered in soot, he was hardly handsome. Yun Xia smiled awkwardly and said, "The big tabby cat leading the little tabby cat is quite cute. Come on, let me see your work."

Soot from the bottom of a pot, something utterly ordinary, is transformed in the hands of a painter into one of the Four Gentlemen of Flowers.

The plum blossom, blooming alone in the cold, is full of perseverance; the orchid, with its straight branches, is elegant and fresh; the bamboo, tenacious and unyielding, stands in the crack of a rock; the chrysanthemum, uncontested by the world, blooms in the cold of winter.

They are so lifelike, as if they were alive. I have to give them a thumbs up and praise the big and small tabby cats.

"Wow, big brother, Jiang An, you two drew really well."

Hearing the praise, the little kitten raised its head and proudly ran around the yard, earning a light tap from a bamboo broom.

"Waaaa, brother hit me! Waaaa, Sister Xiaxia, brother hit me!"

Thunder without rain, and a smile in the corner of his eye...tsk tsk, his acting is terrible!

With a wicked grin, Yun Xia crept up behind Jiang Chao and, alternating her fists, sought revenge for the little boy.

"Yunxia, ​​are you itching for a beating?"

"Hey, Jiang An's crying, just pretend, behave yourself!"

"Ha, he was faking crying, you actually believed him?"

She didn't believe it; she simply wanted to find an opportunity to teach that sharp-tongued person a lesson. Yun Xia blinked innocently and said:

"Oh? He was just faking it. I worried for nothing. I'll go scold him now."

He turned and scolded the little boy a few times, then led him into the house to wash his face, with the big, grinning cat following behind.