I became famous by inheriting intangible cultural heritage

Chapter 112

    [My younger sister observes meticulously. ]

    [Thank you sister, my brother is a saw-mouthed gourd and doesn't say anything. 】

    Yu Yanran just said that she wants to eat fried noodles, but she heard from Shan Shan that steaming noodles is easy, she can do it, but she doesn’t know how to cook noodles.

    Yu Yanran went to the cellar to get two tubes of noodles, took them directly to the kitchen, and said to the photographer, "Fortunately, all the rooms here are connected by doors, so you don't need to go through the small courtyard, otherwise it would be very cold."

    [Yes, Except that the men's bedroom has its own door, the kitchen, dining room, and Shanshan's bedroom are all connected together. ]

    [Dream love room. ]

    [It's too dreamy, and I have always been prejudiced against the tile-roofed houses in the countryside. Later, I went to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to see it, and it was a big villa! Not to mention Shanshan, a house with an ancient style and charm, oil-paper umbrellas can also be used as decorations when not in use, there are millions of Chinese paintings by Master He on the walls, and the floor is still covered with floors. 】

    He Zhizhou hugged his calligraphy and painting, shivered and went to the kitchen, then walked into the dining room, brought chairs, took down the landscape painting on the wall, and replaced it with a new painting.

    【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs ]

    [No, he drew three paintings before the new year. 】

    The day before the new year in the small wooden house, He Zhizhou begged Shanshan to hang his paintings and calligraphy in the living room. The meaning between the lines was that all three paintings should be hung up, so that they would cover the entire wall.

    After a long time, Shanshan agreed with him to hang one.

    These three paintings of He Zhizhou were hard to part with, so I hung up another one every day.

    [Let’s talk about the landscape painting on No. 3 in the living room. Really, no one asked him to hang it up, he was grinding Shanshan himself, insisted on hanging it up, his request was too outrageous, hanging it all over the wall... Shanshan only allowed him to hang one pair. ]

    [Oh, it was hung up during the Chinese New Year. I don't understand, it's just normal. 】

    【Hahaha, at least million-level paintings are regarded as mediocre by you. ]

    [Yes, our mountains and mountains are better. 】

    According to the past, fans of He Zhizhou will definitely come out to defend a few words, such as Shanshan's Chinese paintings are also good, but they say that He Zhizhou's paintings are even better. Now that the wheat has been closed long ago, the person who begged Shan Shan to be her good disciple is He Zhizhou or whoever he is.

    Take the steamer and separate it, spread out the noodles, and steam with water.

    Shanshan went to wash up, and went to the dining room after washing up. He Zhizhou asked her, "How is this painting?"

    "Very good." After Shanshan finished speaking, she went to the storage room under the living room to grab a handful of bean sprouts. She didn't bring a vegetable basket because of He Zhizhou.

    Throw a handful of bean sprouts into He Zhizhou's hand.

    "Shanshan, I used the technique you taught me, and the old tree that I drew really tastes very different."