All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

Seeing Luo Wenbin's attitude of not paying attention to them, Ruan Hao and Fang got more and more angry, but they could only endure it. This Luo Wenbin's temper has always been very weird. If you pissed him off, I probably wouldn't care if they pestered him all day long, and they would dump him away immediately. Fortunately, these two people weren't too arrogant, so they beckoned and asked the boss to order someone to merge the tables Well, I will serve you with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. 【26nbsp;】

Tianxianglou is the largest restaurant in Shengjing, and they are used to dealing with these young masters on weekdays, so they naturally understand that they are masters who cannot be offended, so they immediately arranged everything according to their requirements. Jing's competition also brought a lot more customers than him.

Spreading out the white paper, Fang Yue discussed with Ruan Hao and said, "Then let's use flowers as the theme, how about using the meaning of flowers as the word."

"It's up to you, I have no objection." For Luo Wenbin, everything he paints is a painting, and he has always had no limitations.

And the poor scholar standing on the right side obviously has no right to speak, and the two of them can only pull him here because they think he has some foundation, and maybe it can shock Luo Wenbin at a critical moment.

Unfolding the white paper, all four began to pick up the pen, dipped in the ink, and the other three began to draw carefully. Only Luo Wenbin held the pen with his left hand behind his back and walked around casually with the pen in his right hand. on paper.

Ruan Hao painted chrysanthemums, and Fang Yue painted begonias. Although they said that their mouths were very irritable, the brush strokes were drawn with spirit, and it was still a masterpiece. Qiyin was looking at it while thinking in his heart Comment, and the poor scholar painted lotus flowers, and the elegant, orderly and swaying charm is very good, compared with these two people, he has a better chance of winning.

Looking at Luo Wenbin again, Qiyin has to admire his painting skills from the bottom of his heart. The peonies he painted are in different postures, full of life, and blooming with vitality, as if they really brought people into the blooming flowers. , Go to the scene where peonies are blooming.

Ruan Hao, who was next to Luo Wenbin, cast a glance at him, and a dark light flashed on his complex expression. At this time, Luo Wenbin's painting was half completed, but he didn't want to run around in the lobby to add boiling water to the tables. Xiao Er was pushed by others to watch the excitement, and stepped back a few steps unsteadily, but the teapot in his hand did not move, and unfortunately fell on Luo Wenbin's body.

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