"Draw me on the spot?"
Zhou Yiyang couldn't help but repeat Dean Luo's words. He thought the other party was joking.
However, Dean Luo nodded very seriously and said truthfully, "Xiao Hei isn't talkative right now. But one day I noticed that he particularly enjoys painting by himself. I went over to take a look, and I was surprised that his paintings were actually quite good."
"Is that so?" Zhou Yiyang's eyes flashed with surprise. This was indeed a happy event. "Then I'm really looking forward to it."
Xiao Hei's personality also brought him certain benefits.
For example, focus.
No matter how Zhou Yiyang and Dean Luo chatted, he would not be affected by them and was completely immersed in his painting.
Even Zhou Yiyang doesn't have such determination.
Xiao Hei spent more than an hour on this painting. Dean Luo thought about it and accepted Zhou Yiyang's invitation to stay for dinner.
"Is this takeout?" Dean Luo stared at Zhou Yiyang with a helpless look.
"Yeah." Zhou Yiyang smiled and scratched his head. "I can't cook. I thought I'd be celebrating the holiday alone today, but who knew you'd come over? It's such a pleasant surprise."
"In that case," Dean Luo thought for a moment and simply went to the supermarket in the community to buy ingredients: "I'll cook."
"Thank you, Dean Luo," Zhou Yiyang stood at the kitchen entrance, feeling awkward for the first time. He found himself not knowing where to put his hands and feet. "Then I'll go keep Xiao Hei company."
Xiao Hei obviously didn't need Zhou Yiyang to chat, so Zhou Yiyang simply took out his mobile phone and checked his WeChat group that kept popping up messages.
Unexpectedly, Su Yin actually shared a short video of her cooking in the group:
In the video, Su Yin carefully heats the oil until it starts to smoke, then frantically dumps a plate of shredded pork, green onions, ginger, and garlic into the pan. The moment the oil splashes, Su Yin nearly drops the spatula.
Ye Kongqing and Aunt Wang's laughter could be heard from outside the video. As expected, the food was mushy, and you couldn't even tell what it was.
"This Su Yin, his skills are almost the same as mine, why doesn't he challenge himself?"
On the contrary, Wang Xingrui, who is the best cook among the four of them, can't even step into the kitchen.
Whenever she reached the door, she would call out to her father: "No need for your help, just wait and eat."
[I was so pissed when I got home: It’s so hard, and being idle is so terrible. I just want to find something to do now!]
[Have you had milk tea today?: Cooking is so hard, my mom has banned me from the kitchen forever! 5555!]
[Sister Tang is very busy: Ruirui, what's wrong? She's been pua for too long. Does she feel uncomfortable if she doesn't work?]
Wang Xingrui had no way to express her grievances, so she had to complain to her brother.
"I've been back for a few days now, why are my parents still so cautious?"
"Sister, you're so ungrateful! Your parents are practically worshipping you like an ancestor! But that's understandable. How can a big star like you come back to work?"
"It wasn't like this last year." Wang Xingrui felt embarrassed when she heard what her brother said.
"Last year, you weren't as famous as you are now. We gathered in the village every day to watch your TV series, Ode to Joy. This year, most of the popular songs on the streets were sung by you. You also performed at the year-end party. Who in this mountain town doesn't know you now? You don't know that our village chief is very kind to my parents."
"Okay," Wang Xingrui blushed, "Don't say that, I'm not that powerful."
"Sister," the younger brother said proudly, "my high school classmates are so flattering to me! I guess it's because of you!"
"Where are your college classmates?"
"I didn't tell them about our relationship," the younger brother explained sternly, "Sister, you don't know. If I told them who I am, a lot of people would come to me for help. Wouldn't that affect your reputation? I'm not that short-sighted!"
"Hey," Wang Xingrui habitually wanted to touch her brother's hair, but found that he was more than a head taller than her. She could only stand on tiptoe and touch his bangs reluctantly. "You've matured. I'm relieved. Mom and Dad are old, you should keep an eye on them."
After a while, Zhou Yiyang sent a message in the group:
[Your CEO Zhou: Tang Yue, what are you doing? Why haven't you spoken in the group chat today?]
When Tang Yue saw this message, she was playing mahjong.
During the Chinese New Year, you can either be surrounded by relatives like Lin Xuaner, or try to prepare a New Year's Eve dinner like Su Yin, or be like Wang Xingrui, who is not allowed to do anything and just waits to be fed.
The only remaining entertainment activity is playing cards.
Tang Yue wasn't an expert, but she didn't have much of a desire to win. After all, losing a single round was only a hundred or two hundred, which was too little for her.
So she went big every time, with all the same suits, gangs with flowers, dragons and seven pairs, no matter how difficult it was.
Who knew she actually made it and won a lot of money.
"Hey, sisters," Tang Yue's annoying voice came out from WeChat, "I'm playing cards! I think I might win Best Actress next year. I'm so lucky! I'll treat you all to a meal with whatever money I win today!"
After Zhou Yiyang finished reading the WeChat message, Xiao Hei also put down the paintbrush in his hand.
"Have you finished painting?" Zhou Yiyang asked kindly with his head down, fearing that his loud voice would scare the other person.
He nodded vigorously and then stuffed the painting into Zhou Yiyang's hand.
In Xiao Hei's painting, Zhou Yiyang grew a pair of wings and flew over the sea.
Looks like a cruise.
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