Chapter 1081 (1/2)

After a long silence, Jiang Changxi said, ”sorry, everyone has different opinions.”

”Yes, in fact, what Ling Hong said is also right. Who wants such a thing to happen, but it has happened now. I can only think about it in this way to comfort myself.” The strong man was stunned and shook his head.

”Yes, no one wants such a thing. No one wants to live.”

”No, I can eat two more meals of boss yuan's food when I'm alive.”

”Uncle Jia also said he would eat boss yuan's food until he died. Now it has been realized.” Someone said with a bitter smile.

Of course, during this period, there was no shortage of curses against the thief. These ordinary elites scolded people in different words without repetition, which can be regarded as venting their resentment.

Even Yuan Zhou in the kitchen nodded in agreement between cooking. Yes, Yuan Zhou also hated the thief.

”Dongpo elbow, please use it slowly.” Just when the shop was immersed in sadness again, Yuan Zhou put a plate of Dongpo elbow in front of the strong man.

”Thank you. Thank you, boss yuan.” Thank you, strong man.

”You're welcome. Please take your time.” Yuan Zhou then turned back to the kitchen to cook again.

”Well, everyone is here for dinner. We'd better eat the dishes made by boss yuan.” Jiang Changxi clapped her hands and said.

”Yes, have a good taste of master yuan's craft.” Cheng technician attached to drink.

Then Ling Hong sat back. There were more people drinking. The atmosphere in the store was better. Then Zhou Jia began to bring out dishes.

Except for the episode at noon, the rest of the time was very pleasant.

But this time Wuhai and LingHong didn't stay much after eating, but left directly, which is rare.

”I drew a picture yesterday. Please bring it to Uncle Jia for me.” The dark sea touched his moustache and walked steadily upstairs.

”OK.” Ling Hong nodded in response.

Upstairs, Wuhai directly opened the door of the studio and walked in with Ling Hong.

At this time, there was no one in the studio, but it was not as chaotic as when Yuan Zhou came in the morning.

The paintings on the ground have been cleaned up, the ground is as clean as new, the table is filled with cups and paper towels, and the takeout is all cleaned up.

Only the easel is still in the center, because the painting is back to the door, so Ling Hong hasn't seen what it is.

Of course, this is the credit of Zheng Jiawei. When he saw Wuhai waiting in line for dinner, he left at ease. If he could eat, everything would be fine.

”This is it.” Wuhai turned the easel and let Ling Hong see the painting above.

Wuhai's painting is naturally painted on the canvas. This painting is not large. It is 60 cm long and 50 cm wide.

There is only one portrait on it. It is the head of Uncle Jia, who is smiling. It is full and bright in color, just like a real person.

Just a closer look and found a different place, that is, there are pictures in this painting.

For example, in the wrinkles on Uncle Jia's forehead, there is the figure of Uncle Jia riding a tricycle. The lines on his forehead are the marks left by the wheels of Uncle Jia's car across the ground.

The position of the cheekbones looks like a mountain peak, a mountain peak full of red maple leaves, and a small figure of Uncle Jia is climbing the mountain.

Even the hair is also uncle Jia boating in a dark lake, which is vivid and vivid.

There is also the collar position and the scene of Uncle Jia telling stories in the store. Even Ling Hong saw his figure in it.

This is simply a portrait composed of many small pictures of Uncle Jia. At first glance, the painting is gentle, and uncle Jia looks kind and calm.

A closer look is amazing and full of disbelief.