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After a long silence, Jiang Changxi opened her mouth, “I’m sorry, everyone has different opinions.
” “Yes.
Actually, Ling Hong is right.
Who would have expected such a thing to happen? but now that it has happened, I can only comfort myself by thinking about it.” The burly man was stunned and shook his head.
“That’s right.
No one would want to do such a thing.
Everyone wants to live.” “Exactly.
If he’s alive, he can still eat two more meals of boss Yuan’s dishes.” “Grandpa Jia also said that he would eat boss Yuan’s dishes until he died.
Now, he has finally realized it.” Someone said with a bitter smile.
Of course, during this period, there was no lack of cursing at the thief.
These elites usually used different words to curse people, and they didn’t repeat them.
It could be considered as venting their anger.
Even Yuan Zhou nodded his head in agreement while cooking in the kitchen.
That’s right, Yuan Zhou also hated that thief very much.
“Here’s the Dongpo pig knuckle.
Please enjoy your meal.
” Just as the restaurant was immersed in sorrow again, Yuan Zhou carried a plate of Dongpo pig knuckle and placed it in front of the strong man.
“Thank you.
Thank you, boss Yuan.” The brawny man expressed his thanks.
“You’re welcome.
Please enjoy your meal.
” After saying that, Yuan Zhou turned around and returned to the kitchen to cook again.
“Alright.
We are all here to eat.
Let’s just enjoy the dishes cooked by boss Yuan.” Jiang Changxi clapped her hands and then said.
“Yes, yes, yes.
Have a good taste of master Yuan’s cooking.” Master Cheng chimed in.
Then, Ling Hong sat back down.
More and more people came to drink with him, and the atmosphere in the restaurant became better.
Then, Zhou Jia began to serve the dishes one after another.
Other than the incident in the afternoon, the rest of the time was quite pleasant.
However, this time, Wu Hai and Ling Hong didn’t stay for long after they finished eating.
They left directly, which was quite rare.
“I drew a painting yesterday.
Please help me bring it to Grandpa Jia.” Wu Hai stroked his small mustaches and walked upstairs with steady steps.
“Alright,” he said.
Ling Hong nodded his head and answered.
After going upstairs, Wu Hai directly pushed open the door of the studio and walked in with Ling Hong.
There was nobody in the studio at that time, but it was not as messy as when Yuan Zhou came in the morning.
The drawings on the floor had been tidied up, and the floor was as clean as new.
There were cups and paper towels on the table, and the takeaway had been cleaned up.
Only the easel was still placed in the center.
As the painting was facing away from the door, Ling Hong hadn’t seen what it was.
Of course, it was all Zheng Jiawei’s credit.
When he saw Wu Hai waiting in line for the meal, he left with his mind at ease.
As long as he could eat, everything would be fine.
“This is the one.” Wu Hai turned the easel around and let Ling Hong see the paintings on it.
Wu Hai’s painting was naturally drawn on the canvas.
This painting was not big, with a length of 60 centimeters and a width of less than 50 centimeters.
There was only one portrait on it, and it was Grandpa Jia’s portrait.
It was Grandpa Jia’s smiling face, full of bright colors, as if he was a real person.
However, after taking a closer look, he realized that there was something different about this painting.
For example, the wrinkles on Grandpa Jia’s forehead were the traces of him riding a tricycle, and the lines on his forehead were the marks left by the wheels of Grandpa Jia’s tricycle.
The cheekbone looked like a mountain peak if one looked closely.
It was a mountain peak full of red maple leaves, and a small figure of Grandpa Jia was climbing it.
Even the hair was of Grandpa Jia rowing a boat in the dark lake, the image was vivid and lifelike.
There was also the scene of Grandpa Jia telling a story in the restaurant on the collar.
Ling Hong even saw his own figure in it.
This was simply a portrait composed of many small pictures of Grandpa Jia.
At first glance, the painting was gentle, and Grandpa Jia’s expression was kind and calm.
On closer look, it was breathtaking and full of disbelief.
“It’s so drawn.
” Ling Hong muttered.
“Yes.” Wu Hai nodded his head and didn’t say much.
“Are you going to hang up or what?” Ling Hong asked.
In the beginning, Ling Hong thought that Wu Hai had drawn a portrait of Grandpa Jia and wanted to hang it as a sacrifice or burn it directly for Grandpa Jia.
It was because grandfather Ling had said earlier that there were no recent photos of Grandpa Jia.
However, Wu Hai had the capability to restore Grandpa Jia’s appearance.
Although it was an insult for an artist to paint as realistic as a photo, it was different when it came to Grandpa Jia.
It was even easier to explain if he burned it.
It was equivalent to Wu Hai giving something to Grandpa Jia, just like how relatives and friends burned food, clothes, and daily necessities for their deceased relatives.
However, the painting was obviously not as simple as a portrait.
It was art, and even a layman like him could tell that it was a precious piece of art.
Therefore, Ling Hong couldn’t bring himself to say the word ‘burn’.
“No need, just burn it.” Wu Hai didn’t look at the painting, but turned his head to look downstairs and said lightly while stroking his small mustaches.
“Alright, I’ll burn it for Grandpa Jia myself.” Ling Hong nodded his head earnestly and then said.
“That’s good.
” Wu Hai said.
“Okay, then I’ll take the painting away.” Ling Hong said after a pause.
“I didn’t frame it, you can just take it.” Wu Hai said.
Ling Hong nodded his head and didn’t say anything.
Then, he started to take the painting.
Ling Hong’s hands were very light as if he was afraid that the painting would be broken.
He took it off carefully and then held it.
“Thank you,” she said.
Ling Hong held the painting and said softly.
He didn’t bear to roll or fold it.
“No, it’s not for you.
It’s for Grandpa Jia.” Wu Hai said.
“Alright, I’ll be leaving now.” After saying that, Ling Hong went downstairs with the painting in his hand.
Along the way, some people craned their necks to look at him curiously, but Ling Hong frowned and refused to let them see.
He walked out of the side street directly.
“Open the door.” Ling Hong walked to the front of his car and then said to the driver.
That’s right.
Ling Hong didn’t drive by himself today.
Instead, the driver sent the car to him.
After all, he wasn’t in a good condition to drive by himself recently.
Moreover, grandfather Ling was also worried about him.
Therefore, in order to put Grandpa Ling’s mind at ease, Ling Hong wouldn’t drive himself or go to places far away.
“Alright, please wait a moment.” The driver immediately got out of the car and opened the door.
Ling Hong held the painting and got into the car carefully.
He looked ahead and said,””Let’s go to the graveyard.
” “Alright,” he said.
The driver stole a glance at the painting and then drove seriously.
At the other side, Wu Hai sat on the bed and looked downstairs.
The lunch time in Yuan Zhou’s restaurant had not ended yet and it was very lively downstairs.
“I hope you like it.” Wu Hai muttered.
“No, I definitely like him.
After all, I’m Wu Hai.” Wu Hai stroked his small mustaches and smiled confidently.
He looked as if he was pleasantly surprised when Grandpa Jia received the painting.
“Speaking of which, the name ‘rice’ is really weird.
However, the porridge is really quite delicious with the snow vegetables.
I’ll just have some porridge for dinner.” Some random thoughts were floating in Wu Hai’s mind while his eyes were fixed on the downstairs.
He was obviously in a daze … [ps: the weather has been unpredictable recently.
Please keep warm and don’t catch a cold.]

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