Song Chi was now showing off his chestnuts crazily and was not looking at the panel.
Song Ze didn't care whether he saw it or not, he just wanted to thank him.
He couldn't wait to take a bite of the chestnut, and immediately his eyes widened. He couldn't control his mouth and ate it in big mouthfuls, mumbling, "Ugh, delicious, delicious, so delicious, it can't be a mutation, how can it be so delicious."
Song Ze ate three in one breath and felt so satisfied that he felt like he was going to heaven.
It was his first time to eat all-you-can-eat chestnuts without having to keep peeling them.
"There are two more, for my second brother."
Song Ze was in a good mood and went downstairs with the chestnuts. He handed them to the housekeeper and said, "Put them in the refrigerator. When my second brother comes home from get off work tonight, let him have a taste."
The butler took the plate and stared blankly at the chestnuts on the plate. He pointed at it and looked up at Song Ze uncertainly and asked, "Third Young Master, what are these, chestnuts?"
"Yes! What else could it be?"
The butler's eyes widened when he got the affirmative answer. "This chestnut is too big!" Gene mutation?
The housekeeper looked at the chestnuts on the plate with a sigh as he walked towards the kitchen, fearing that his eyesight was blurry due to old age.
Song Ze didn't care about that. He walked into the dining room, took a meat bun from the table, ate it, drank a glass of soy milk, and went back to the studio upstairs.
As soon as the studio is opened, what comes into view is the oil paintings of the sea of flowers at the Firelight Base. The paintings fill the entire studio, and when put together, they can form a complete Firelight Base surrounded by a sea of flowers.
He even painted the houses and streets in the Fire Base, the roses on the balconies, the hotels, supermarkets, and residential areas, the water park next to the base, as well as the guests and survivors, all of which were clearly drawn, as if they were three-dimensional and very realistic.
"If we draw the flower sea in the west, we can piece together the entire Firelight Base."
After stretching his body, Song Ze bent down to pick up the brushes and paints on the workbench, and stood in front of the two-meter-long drawing board to start painting.
Song Ze was quiet and serious when painting, his strokes were clean and his colors were bright. Soon, beautiful red roses bloomed vividly under his brush.
Song Ze painted for nearly two hours without stopping. He still stood in front of the large drawing board and painted quickly with paint.
He had a good memory and had already memorized the terrain of the Firelight Base, so he wrote it down without any hesitation.
Only when he couldn't remember some small details would he open the large tablet next to him, enlarge the picture with his fingers to memorize the image in his mind, and then continue writing.
Song Chi asked Song Ma to buy the tablet in the real world. The pixels were very high and Song Ze couldn't put it down as soon as he got it.
Song Ze painted this piece from ten in the morning to six in the evening.
He stretched his stiff limbs and took a deep breath, "My legs and arms are numb."
But when he saw the studio, which was about the size of a basketball court and was filled with paintings of the Firelight Base, he immediately scratched his nose and said, "It's really me, I'm awesome."
"Hahahaha, if this were put out for an art exhibition, I don't know how many people would be fascinated by it."
"The theme will be called Technological Flower City, which will dazzle their eyes."
There is a reason why Song Ze calls the city the Flower City of Science and Technology.
Because in his painting, what is flying over the Flower City is a small spherical robot.
There aren't many of them, but with the dream base in the middle of the sea of flowers, the flying spherical robots, and the buildings that didn't exist in the 1980s, it does have a sense of technology.
"Hahahaha it will definitely be very popular then."
Song Ze, with his hands on his hips, now wishes he could hold an art exhibition to broaden the horizons of the people in Kyoto.
“Gurgle…”
Song Ze's stomach suddenly growled.
Song Ze is used to it.
He stretched his stiff body and walked to the window. He leaned out of the window, holding his chin and looking at the sunset in the wind. "It's another fulfilling day!"
Song En just came back from get off work and drove into the courtyard.
He got out of the car, slammed the door, and threw the car keys to the bodyguard who came over.
"Hey! Our busy man is back from get off work."
Song En, who was standing in the courtyard, heard Song Ze's voice, looked up to the second floor, and saw Song Ze leaning out of the window, his hair gently blown by the wind, bending over and holding his chin as he looked at him and smiled.
The boy had an eye-catching head of fiery red hair, his facial features were charming and handsome, and his smile was somewhat evil.
Song En ignored him and walked towards the villa.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you ignoring me?"
Song Ze, who was standing by the window, immediately lowered his head to look upstairs, but Song En had already entered the villa.
Song Cheng walked into the entrance hall and thought Song Ze was too noisy and didn't want to pay any attention to him.
The servant standing at the entrance holding Song En's suit jacket twitched his lips.
The second young master in their family dislikes the third young master every day, but the third young master always wants to be disliked. No one else can compare to him.
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