Fierce prodigal son: pick up a cheap and beautiful wife at the beginning

The entire restaurant is three stories high, each floor is fifty or sixty square meters, and the space is very large. The exterior walls are made of fire bricks, and the interior is almost entirely made of wood.

In an era without cement, being able to build such a three-story building was indeed very impressive.

It's a pity that there is no cement and red bricks, otherwise Yunze would like to knock down the restaurant and rebuild it.

There are many windows on the third floor, and the location facing the lake is even more pleasant. You can take in the lake at a glance. No wonder the Zheng family would try every means to rob the restaurant.

With this geographical location and the layout of restaurants, there are only a few in the entire Danyang City.

The wealthy daughters who came up did not compete with Luo Qingcen. Yunze arranged the easel that Ye Chen brought up and began to paint for Luo Qingcen.

This time, Yunze no longer painted a bust, but a full body painting, and also included the lake view outside the window.

At this time, Luo Qingcen was sitting in front of the window facing the lake. The sun shone in from the window, and she looked stunningly beautiful bathed in the late sunlight.

The faint golden glow made Luo Qingcen look holy and noble. The smile on his face made him look even more cold and beautiful.

Yunze looked a little crazy, but it was only for a moment, and he quickly returned to normal.

Luo Qingcen couldn't help but look deeply at Yunze. Yunze was the only one who could return to normal so quickly under her grace.

This made her a little more interested in Yunze.

The painting time this time took half an hour longer. After all, what I was painting was the whole body and the scenery. More pen and ink will be needed.

When the painting was finished, everyone was amazed, and Luo Qingcen couldn't help but curiously came over to take a look.

Look at my stunningly beautiful appearance in the painting, as well as the lifelike scenery in the painting.

She couldn't help but admire. She couldn't help but admire Yunze's painting skills.

"Mr. Yun, here is the poem you promised!"

Luo Qingcen looked at Yunze, smiling playfully. For some reason, his pretty face was stained with a hint of red.

Yunze looked at Luo Qingcen, with a hint of thinking in his eyes. He was thinking about what poem to give to him. Luo Qingcen, as a literary copycat, has a lot of poems in his mind.

But he has to come up with a poem that satisfies and likes Luo Qingcen, otherwise, he may be ashamed of his help.

Yunze is not afraid of what others say He copied because there are no Li Shixian, Du Shisheng, etc. in this world!

Facing Luo Qingcen’s flowery smile, his heart lit up, and he picked up his pen and started writing next to the painting

"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon."

The people behind him started reading as Yunze started writing, and the more he read, the brighter his eyes became.

When Yunze finished writing the last word, everyone's eyes showed shock.

A scene seemed to appear in front of everyone's eyes..

A woman dressed in gorgeous cloud-like clothes. Her flower-like face makes people seem to see flowers blooming. The spring breeze blows on the railings, and the dewdrops moisten the flowers and make them more colorful. The beauty of the sky and the country are just like the fluttering fairies on the jade mountains. The goddess under the moonlight in front of the Yaotai Palace.

This scene, and the Luo Qingcen in the painting in front of me, are so appropriate. This poem is so beautiful and good, and it is a perfect match with Luo Qingcen. The rich girls were full of envy for Luo Qingcen. They had the urge to change themselves.

Everyone looked at Yunze and their eyes became hot. Such a masterpiece, I don’t know how many talented people have to be defeated.

Compared with that, what is the first The talented Hou Sheng came, and I don’t know how powerful he is.

The wealthy daughter who had some appreciation for Hou Sheng suddenly felt that Hou Sheng was not good enough.

Luo Qingcen looked at the paintings and poems in a daze, her eyes blurred for a while, and she unconsciously murmur softly

"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon. What a poem... Mr. Yun is indeed a great talent! I'm glad to be doing business with you!"

Luo Qingcen looked at Yunze with burning eyes. The fiery emotion in his eyes immediately made Yunze a little overwhelmed. Yunze laughed in his heart. The ancients have not deceived me. Writing poems is really a girl's unique skill.

He knows a poem that makes him feel uncomfortable. The most talented woman in Danyang, who has a high self-esteem, is tempted. No matter how stupid he is, he can still see the deep affection in Luo Qingcen's eyes.

However, he does not dare to provoke her, as Luo Yunniang is waiting for him at home.

He does not Dare to look at Luo Qingcen and quickly change the topic

"Who should draw it next! Let's hurry up……"He looked at the other wealthy daughters.

Seeing Yunze dodge, Luo Qingcen's expression darkened, but there was determination in her eyes.

Quietly looking at Yunze who was painting other people, she didn't know what she was thinking of, and the corners of her mouth drew a beautiful arc.

Yunze didn't see Luo Qingcen's expression. He was concentrating on making money at this time.

These people all had similar requirements. They wanted to paint a full-body painting and a self-portrait. Everyone even wanted Yunze to write a poem.

Luo Qingcen, who was on the side, suddenly became anxious when he heard the words of the daughters. He opened his mouth to block other people's thoughts.

However, she couldn't find a good excuse for a while.

Yunze didn't notice Luo Qingcen's demeanor, and he refused to write poetry.

The reason is simple, I have no inspiration for the moment, I will talk about it later.

Just kidding, there were 12 rich girls who came with him, and everyone wrote poems. Wouldn't it be a big loss for him? He wants to use these poems to open a restaurant.

Luo Qingcen had to use poetry to induce her because he wanted something from her. Forget about these wealthy daughters.

Moreover, he wouldn't be able to bear it if there were a few more people like Luo Qingcen whose hearts were stolen.

When Luo Qingcen heard this, his expression suddenly relaxed, and his eyes towards Yunze became even gentler.

In this way, she is the only one who can be written a poem by Yunze. This is an honor that belongs only to her. Thinking about it makes her inexplicably happy.

She watched Yunze smile as long as Yunze painted. Even when she was there, she didn't forget to remind all the wealthy families to give them money.

Moreover, one painting also made Luo Qingcen go from twenty taels to forty taels.

Just as the name suggests, this is a full-length portrait. As the difficulty increases, so does the cost of painting.

If it's expensive, fine, then paint a self-portrait, or maybe don't paint at all.

The wealthy daughters were not dissatisfied. An extra twenty taels was nothing to them, and Luo Qingcen's words also made them feel justified.

Of course, the most important thing is that the more these wealthy daughters look at Yunze, the more they like him. I guess if it costs double the price, they will pay it.

Each of these women looked at Yunze lovingly while they were painting.

That look made Yunze feel embarrassed and helpless.

If it wasn't for the public and they were still reserved, they would have pounced on Yunze long ago.

Yunze started painting at the beginning of noon and ended at the end of You, and finally finished the paintings of twelve wealthy daughters.

One full body painting for each person. Earned four hundred and eighty taels.

In the middle, Fang Fu sent everyone a lunch and a dinner. A group of wealthy daughters are good at painting and are unwilling to leave.