I Always Want Mr. Heinan

Luan Xiaotian secretly rolled his eyes and said a lot of nonsense, it would be better to keep her ears quiet for a while.

Besides, aren't all the methods that you understand yourself? It's not as convincing as to mechanically accept what others instilled.

Nan Yukong's hand patted Luan Xiaotian's head heavily, "Don't think about it!"

"Oh..." She touched the knocked head with the back of her hand holding the paintbrush, and then realized, "I'm not thinking about it."

Nan Yukong was too late to dodge, and the blue paint was thrown directly on the white shirt, helpless: "Continue to paint."

"Now remember to dilute the paint with water and add cool colors," Nan Yukong looked at the pen in her hand directly poking into the thick paint, and suddenly felt sad. "This is the method of applying thinly and then thickly. Do you want to learn? "

Luan Xiaotian gave a pause, "Learn!."

Why don't the prostitutes learn?

"This step is like painting a watercolor painting. It is applied quickly according to the overall color feeling, creating a controversial color environment of the picture, and then gradually thickening, continuing to deeply express the color relationship." Nan Yukong's finger fell on the previous one again. On the blue sky, “the areas of thin coating should be reserved well, so that the color of the picture can be thick and thin, and the color can be increased and the effect of thickness.”

"Do you understand these methods?"

A few methods...Isn't there two?

If you don’t tell me in advance, who knows how many methods are, "These methods are very careful, from one kind to another..."

Nan Yukong smiled and said, "There are four kinds of paints, and they say that the differentiated pigments are not as strong as oil paintings and acrylics. They can be thickly painted at will. Remember that the thick coating of gouache painting must be appropriate. If it is too thick, it will easily crack. Be sure to wash off the thick and inaccurate paint before painting."

Luan Xiaotian seemed to understand but not understand.

Really hit the face!

Gritting his teeth, "I will definitely learn well!"

Nan Yukong said, "The lines are well mastered, and the most basic sketches can be kept up by mastering the perspective."

"I see..." Luan Xiaotian, who was holding a paintbrush in his hand, responded timidly, muttering in his heart: Her hard days are coming again.

To persuade people to learn fine art is unacceptable.

Nan Yukong half-squinted his eyes and thought a little, "Why, I don't want to learn it?"

"No!" How could she not want to learn, since yesterday, she is trying to make her painting skills flourish!

"Three young masters, the old lady is calling." The housekeeper was sweating profusely. He couldn't handle the old lady, so he came up to move the soldiers.

When Luan Xiaotian got stuck in his throat and wanted to struggle, he stopped talking, and directly held back in his stomach.

"Master San, your clothes..." The housekeeper asked courageously, staring at the paint on Nan Yukong's clothes.

"It doesn't get in the way."

The housekeeper turned sideways and let out the door.

In the past, the three young masters didn't get any paint on their bodies except for their hands.

When did it change... It should be when Miss Luan came.

When the housekeeper left the studio, he faintly smiled at the back of the serious-looking person as the door closed.

Miss Luan, you must change the disposition of the Third Young Master and let him come out of the previous things.

**

It's already evening to finish ten paintings. Luan Xiaotian's body is covered with colored paint from beginning to end.

"Miss Luan?" The housekeeper opened the door and poked his head. "The third young master is not at home today. I will cook what you want for dinner."

Luan Xiaotian smiled at the housekeeper, "I'll make rice porridge once."

Add a little bit of minced vegetables and meat sauce for balanced nutrition.

"How embarrassed to let you do these rough jobs," the third young master said when he left, that Miss Luan was not allowed to have any problems.

"It doesn't matter, I used to cook by myself."

Luan Xiaotian threw the unusable clothes dyed with paint into the trash can, and looked helplessly, which was a pity.

Painting is really useless clothes, they are really too difficult and too difficult.

In the kitchen, Luan Xiaotian's skillful knife work seamlessly integrates with the cutting board, the rhythm of the rhythm is clean, and the number of times per second is the same.

The white rice porridge on the stove next to it has been carefully washed and has a coveted aroma.

The big crucian carp was just bought at noon. Although it is not a very expensive fish, it is fresh and not very troublesome.

Then she chopped a small bundle of celery beside her hand into small pieces, and sliced ​​ginger into small filaments.

The housekeeper is too old to eat celery, so it is suitable for all ages.

Open the lid of the casserole, the steaming white mist unceremoniously rushes into the range hood, add the minced fish and **** and boil for five minutes.

Add a little salt and pepper before serving, and sprinkle with chopped celery for freshness.

A fragrant vegetable and fish porridge is ready.

"Housekeeper, how about a quick taste?" Luan Xiaotian put a bowl on the table, "I will make it if it tastes good."

The housekeeper was taken aback and surprised, picked up the spoon, blew, and tasted a little bit.

The taste is just right with the heat, and there is no fishy smell.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly petite girl would cook so deliciously.

"Not bad," said a large spoon into his mouth. "The Third Young Master must let him taste it when he gets home."

"Then I will serve a little..."

"Housekeeper...!!!" A loud voice pierced through the door into the living room.

Luan Xiaotian was interrupted again, only to hear someone calling the housekeeper very anxiously, but for a long time no one appeared.

"It's not good!!" The voice shouted again.

Only then did Luan Xiaotian see who that person was.

She didn't know her, but she looked good, and the suit on her was in line with his temperament.

From the color matching point of view, the only awkward thing is the bright green brooch on his chest, which is really eye-catching.

Does life have to be bright?

"Miss Luan," Secretary Cui greeted her and sat directly in front of the housekeeper.

Mr. Nan showed off to him that there are beautiful people hidden in the house. From this look, this one should be right in front of him.

He sniffed the smell in the air, picked up the porridge in front of the housekeeper and began to deliver it to his mouth.

"Cui Heng, you stinky boy!" The housekeeper didn't stop him in time, and the delicious food that had just cooled down just entered Cui Heng's stomach.

The delicacy of the world is Qinghuan!

"Ah..." Cui Heng sighed up to the sky, "It's much more comfortable."

He rushed here for Mr. Nan's affairs, and I am afraid it will be too late.

Life is a matter of life!

Cui Heng stood up respectfully, with the words'serious' written on his face, and shouted again, "Miss Luan."

Luan Xiaotian, who was named, had no feelings for him, so he glanced at him briefly, and filled the housekeeper with a new bowl with the bowl at hand.

"Who are you?" Luan Xiaotian was not polite.

The first impression is that this person is really familiar with him, and he is so familiar with no friends.

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