Chapter 187 Jian Zhongliang: Completely Reassured
When the two of them went downstairs, Jian Zhongliang had already been dragged by Lu Yaozong to the study on the first floor to play chess.
The old lady and Qin Mengjie went to the kitchen to help.
Hearing the footsteps coming down the stairs, the old man's gaze moved from the book to the two people coming down the stairs.
"Yi Yi, come here and help me take a look at this painting." The old man put down the book in his hand and took out a rectangular sandalwood box from the low cabinet next to him.
The box has a delicate and elegant shape, simple and elegant style, regular shape, calm color and smooth lines. It is a rare and fine product.
Jian Qingyi was looking forward to the paintings in the box.
But as the old man slowly opened it, a picture of a rainy scene on a rocky mountain appeared.
"Yi Yi, what do you think of this painting?" The old man turned his head to look at her with a smile in his eyes.
"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Jian Qingyi asked with a smile.
"Lie!" the old man answered bluntly.
"The brushstrokes are delicate, the painting skills are superb, and the color matching is also perfect. There is poetry in the painting, and the artistic conception is profound." Jian Qingyi praised it half-heartedly.
"What about the truth?" The old man's expression did not change.
"From the painting, you can see the artist's amazing painting skills and the ultimate pursuit of details. The whole painting has clear layers of color, and the light and shadow are handled very well. Unfortunately, in this almost perfect painting, there is a very important thing missing..." Jian Qingyi glanced at the painting in front of the old man, raised his eyes and smiled.
"What's missing?" the old man asked.
"The spark of the soul." Jian Qingyi enunciated each word.
"Although this painting is beautiful, it is like an exquisite puppet, lacking the warmth of a soul. No matter how exquisite a puppet is, it is still a puppet and will never touch people's hearts."
“Painting is not a simple accumulation of techniques, but a true expression of the painter’s inner world, a dialogue between the soul and art.”
“The process of a painter injecting his soul into his creation is actually a process of integrating his personal emotions, experiences and aesthetics into his work.”
"Girl, you shouldn't learn to paint. You should teach them how to paint." The old man couldn't help but sigh.
The little girl is young, but she knows a lot.
With her cleverness...
His great-grandson's IQ is guaranteed.
"This is just theory." Jian Qingyi chuckled.
Those were just her thoughts.
For some things, talent is certainly important, but it also requires continuous learning, practice and self-improvement.
Only through accumulation and sedimentation can you become the best version of yourself.
"Dad, Yi Yi is ready to eat." Qin Mengjie came out of the kitchen carrying a big bowl of lily, lotus seeds, red dates and white fungus soup.
"Yu Jing, go call your dad and your father out for dinner."
Qin Mengjie, who has become a mother-in-law, has a smile on her face all day long.
Although she did not choose her daughter-in-law herself, she likes her as long as her son is happy.
"Hey!" Lu Yujing stood up and walked towards the study in the southwest corner.
It is called a study, but in fact it is just a reception room, except that there are a few more books.
The study on the second floor is where the old man and Lu Yujing work.
When Lu Yujing went in, Lu Yaozong and Jian Zhongliang had just reached a critical point. Lu Yujing didn't say a word and stood aside silently.
It was not until Jian Zhongliang was doomed to fail that he spoke, "Dad, the meal is ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Qingyi pushed the door open and came in.
"Dad and Father, aren't you finished yet?"
"It's over, it's over." Lu Yaozong stood up with a smile.
"My dear relatives, let's go and try Aunt Wang's cooking. I tell you, Aunt Wang's cooking skills really need someone to compare with her."
When they went out, the food was already on the table.
Lily, lotus seed, red date and white fungus soup, bamboo fungus and mushroom soup, truffle fried asparagus, four-joy meatballs, sea cucumber and bamboo shoots stewed chicken...
Jian Qingyi looked at the delicacies on the table and couldn't help but sigh...
Good intentions!
Lily, lotus seeds, red dates and white fungus soup.
Lily and lotus seeds...
May you have a happy marriage and many children.
Red dates and white fungus...
Welcome the child early.
And the fungus, the bamboo shoots, the ginseng...
Tsk tsk!
I have to say that Wang Ma’s cooking skills are really amazing.
Every dish is delicious and tasty.
His cooking skills are comparable to those of a star chef.
The old man took out a few bottles of fine wine from his collection and signaled Lu Yujing to fill everyone's glasses.
Even Jian Qingyi, who was used to good wine, had to praise the old man...
atmosphere!
If these bottles of wine were kept in the future, they could at least be exchanged for two large apartments.
"Our dad is really happy today. He even took out this wine." Lu Yaozong's face lit up when he saw the wine.
"This brat found me such a good granddaughter-in-law. How can I not be happy?" The old man smiled and sat in the main seat.
The old lady brought back photos and information of so many girls, but there were only a few that the old man really liked.
"Yi Yi, come and sit here with grandma." The old lady patted the seat next to her.
Jian Zhongliang was a little worried at first, fearing that the Lu family was too high-class and looked down on their humble family, and worried that his daughter would be wronged after marrying into the family.
Now seeing the attitude of the old man, the old lady, Lu Yaozong, and Qin Mengjie towards the little girl, the heart that had been hanging in the air for a long time can finally be put at ease.
Lu Yujing filled their glasses one by one.
In front of the old lady, Jian Qingyi and Qin Mengjie were several glasses of juice.
"My dear relatives, come, let's have a drink first. You don't know that my grandfather treasures his collection of wine the most. He usually doesn't let us touch it. Today, we are lucky enough to have this drink thanks to Yi Yi." Lu Yaozong raised his glass with a smile.
"That's good to know!" The old man smiled and picked up a piece of braised pork ribs for Jian Qingyi with chopsticks.
The old lady also smiled and kept putting food into Jian Qingyi's bowl.
The meal was a great pleasure for both the host and the guests.
The main candy factory is not far from the compound, just a matter of pedaling the accelerator.
The things had been moved there long ago, and when they arrived, Aunt Li had already packed everything up.
Upon learning that Lu Yujing had arrived, Director Xu of the candy factory, who was having dinner, put down his bowl and chopsticks and went over.
Seeing him jogging, the people walking in the yard were a little surprised.
"Director Xu, where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry?" someone asked.
"The new deputy director just came over. I'll go take a look." Director Xu kept walking.
Everyone has heard about the parachuting in of the deputy factory director.
I just didn't expect that the deputy director had so much face that he could even ask Director Xu, the director, to come to his house in person.
There is only one word difference between the director and deputy director.
But the power and status are very different.
The factory director has absolute power and decision-making authority in the factory, while the deputy factory director is only responsible for assisting the factory director in managing the daily operations of the factory and the work of various departments.
To put it nicely, he is the deputy factory director; to put it bluntly, he is just an assistant and does odd jobs.
The factory director personally visited the deputy director's home...
This situation is indeed rare.
Some of the brave ones followed quietly.
I want to see who the deputy factory director is and why he would bother to visit his factory director Xu.
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