gifted collector

Chapter 132
"It seems a little hot."

Fang Ming touched his nose and found that there was a thin layer of sweat. After looking around, his eyes fell on the stove, and he immediately understood that it should be coming out.

Putting the bronze tripod in his hand aside, Ning Yuan stood up and went to the stove to look at it, nodded, and said, "It's almost there, it will take another two hours."

After returning to the table and sitting down, Ning Yuan poured some coffee for herself and Fang Ming. While waiting, she and Fang Ming had a lot of chats about antiques with the help of an antique from the mid-shang period that she accidentally found.She found that she had neglected these traditional arts too much before.

"In a few days, I will be almost busy with the things at hand. I need to find some time to study those ink paintings and sculptures systematically."

Ning Yuan secretly made up her mind. She grew up abroad, and she was exposed to foreign art forms such as oil painting and sculpture. Kind of an art form too.

At this time, the exchange with Fang Ming made her see another almost brand new world, and this finally led to Ning Yuan absorbing the essence of Chinese and foreign art ten years later, and finally forming his own artistic style and becoming The greatest figures in the history of contemporary art.

Of course, these are all for later.

Fang Ming breathed a sigh of relief. Both he and Zhou Yafang had forgotten about the signboard. If he couldn't finish it now, he would be suicidal.

"Thank you."

Looking at the time, Fang Ming found that it was already past seven o'clock in the evening. He touched his stomach and said, "Time flies so fast. It seems that we should be looking for something to eat. I don't know if there is any food left in your villa." Anything edible in the fridge or something?"

On the way here just now, Fang Ming noticed that the place where the villa is located is a bit remote, and the key point is that the villa here in Ningyuan is only her own, not a villa-like community, except for herself who "gardens" food here In addition, I am afraid that it is impossible to buy food-of course, if you are willing to drive back to the city, there must be food.

"The last time I had a party here with my friends, I remember there was food in the fridge, but I can't cook."

Fang Ming stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "How can I let the beauty do it? Don't worry, as long as there is something edible, I'll do it."

Leaving the basement, Fang Ming went to the first floor of the villa and immediately saw the kitchen. When he went in, he found that it had everything from the refrigerator to the stove, but judging from the cleanliness, it probably hadn't been used a few times.

I opened the refrigerator and looked through the freezer, and found that it was full of meat.

"Wagyu? And it's tenderloin, good stuff."

"Chicken? Well, it can be used to make a soup."

Fang Ming quickly found the meat he wanted, and finally found some potatoes and rice.These are enough to make a good meal.

First, wash the chicken, defrost it in the microwave oven, put it in the soup pot, add water, put some American ginseng in it, and then turn on the gas stove to cook it quickly—although it is said that the chicken soup needs to be boiled slowly to taste, but Now I am in a hurry to eat and I can't take care of it.

As for the beef, it was cut into cubes. Looking at the "marble pattern" exposed there, Fang Ming found that his saliva was about to flow out. This kind of meat is also called "snowflake meat", which is the best among beef.

However, Fang Ming did not choose to fry it. Instead, he put it together with the peeled potatoes, added olive oil, etc., put it on a plate, and then stuffed it into the oven.Finally, he put the rice in the pot to cook.

In the midst of being busy, time passed slowly, and after nearly an hour, everything was ready.

Turn on the oven, first put the meat and potatoes inside into separate plates, then add a bowl of rice to each plate, and put the soup in another bowl.After doing all this, Fang Ming went to the basement and called Ning Yuan up.

"Come on, give it a try. There are not many things and time is tight, so let's keep it simple."

Ning Yuan sat down at the table, first looked at the plate, and found that the beef and potatoes were mixed together and roasted golden, which should be the reason for adding red wine. The golden color is very attractive, and the most important thing is that it still smells A faint bouquet.

As for the rice on the side, it was cooked quite well, with distinct grains, and even exuded a special luster, which made people's index fingers twitch when they saw it.

Picking up the spoon, Ning Yuan poked the potato first, as if hearing a "shred" sound, the potato the size of half a fist split open, revealing the powdery "mud" inside.

I picked a piece of meat, then made rice, and finally poured a spoonful of gravy on it, so that the potatoes, beef, rice, and gravy were mixed together, and they were still steaming.

He scooped it up with a spoon and put it in his mouth. After chewing it a few times, Ning Yuan's brows immediately relaxed, and the next movement was a little faster.

Fang Ming laughed, which meant that his dinner was recognized.

Ning Yuan ate very quickly, and cleaned up everything after only ten minutes.

"Here, have some soup."

Fang Ming pushed a bowl of chicken soup to Ning Yuan's side. The soup was very clear. This was because the meat and rice had been relatively greasy. If the soup was also greasy, it would not taste good.Obviously, Fang Ming's "arrangement" was also approved by Ning Yuan.

"Not bad, and quite good. I didn't expect that you can make such a taste with such a simple thing. I think if you don't play with antiques, you might as well open a restaurant."

Because of the excellent economic conditions, Ning Yuan has eaten well in recent years besides painting, so his mouth is actually very tricky, and it is not easy to get her approval.

"No, I still have such a talent?"

Fang Ming never thought that he would have such an ability in cooking. When he was researching the materials collected by antiques in the library, he occasionally saw a simple recipe in a book, because he memorized the recipe listed above. Ningyuan happened to have the ingredients and ingredients here, so he simply took the medicine according to the prescription, but he didn't expect to be approved by Ningyuan.

"Eat slowly. I'll go down and see if the mold is dry. If it's dry, we can start the next step."

After Ning Yuan left, Fang Ming was not in a hurry, he slowly ate and drank the meat, rice and soup, even the whole chicken used to cook the soup.

After eating, he cleaned up the kitchen, and then walked slowly into the basement. When he went in, he happened to see Ning Yuan put the mold he had made before into a special oven for baking, and the butter immediately came from the special oven. The holes flowed out, and soon a mold with a hollow center was obtained.

The whole process only took about ten minutes, and it was over in the blink of an eye.

Ning Yuan gently took out the mold, and fixed it vertically on the workbench.

"The last step."

Ning Yuan took a look at the furnace where the bronze was melted, and found that it was also ready, and the temperature was 1150 degrees.

Moving the special pipe hanging close to the ceiling, Ning Yuan carefully aligned the mouth of the pipe with the mouth left by Yoko, which is where the butter flowed out before, and then turned on the switch on it.

"call!"

Fang Ming, who was standing by the side, even felt a rush of heat rushing towards him, and the dark red liquid metal made people feel chills just looking at it. He was very worried that Ning Yuan would accidentally burn himself.

However, Ning Yuan is definitely a veteran in this area, and she has done everything almost in the blink of an eye.

"Okay, knock off the mold after it cools down, and then polish it to a certain extent before it can be used."

Looking at the mouth of the mold that was still emitting a few traces of green smoke, Fang Ming scratched his hair and said, "Why does it look so simple?"

After carefully hanging the tube back to its original position, Ning Yuan turned around and said, "It won't be too difficult. In fact, the most important part of the whole process is the molding part. Of course, there are still skills when pouring Liang. Whether it is too fast or too slow, the final effect will be different.

"Well, I don't care about this. Anyway, I don't have much interest in this. If I need it in the future, I can just come to a professional like you."

Fang Ming could imagine that the process of making the mold was definitely not simple, but he did not expect that there would be so much attention to the speed of pouring the bronze juice.

Half an hour later, Ning Yuan picked up a small hammer and gently knocked off the mold, revealing the formed bronze inside.

"Look at it, but be careful, it's still hot."

Ning Yuan handed Fang Ming a wet towel.

"Okay, I'll take a look."

Fang Ming used a thick wet towel to cushion his hands, and gently placed the signboard flat on the table.

Under the light, the first thing you see is a rectangular copper plate, and then there are three big characters "Guxuanzhai" on the copper plate. The characters and the copper plate are perfectly round, and at the same time, due to the material, there are bursts of cold light shining, the light—— It seems to be passed down from ancient times, thick and atmospheric.

"Good! It's really good!"

Such a signboard is really suitable for an antique store, simple and weighty, this is the best.

"Well, how about this, this signboard needs to be polished again, you wait for a while, half an hour is enough for me. Help me lift the signboard here and fix it."

After the signboard was fixed, Ning Yuan took out a set of tools, including a file and began to polish it carefully.

"Silk!"

"Sisi!"

"Sisi Si!"

……

The sound of grinding was full of rhythm, Fang Ming looked at Ning Yuan who was working hard, and slowly indulged in it.

A beautiful woman is enough to fascinate people, and a beautiful woman who is working will only make people more fascinated. If this beautiful woman moves her body and the curves of her body are gently shaking and rippling like ocean waves, then What kind of allure would it be, or even make blood spurt?
(End of this chapter)