God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 1457 Look at this face

"What is the purpose of your calligraphy?"

Xu Jingxing asked without looking back.

"Cultivate sentiment, sublimate yourself, is this answer okay?"

The one who answered Xu Jingxing was Yu Mingxiu who sneaked up early and leaned against the door frame without looking at him.

Only then did Xu Jingxing put down the ball of paper in his hand, and said with a smile, "This answer is pretty standard," and then changed the subject: "Is the meal ready?"

"It's almost ready, come up and call you a big eater, I'm sure it will make you full."

"Noodles?" Xu Jingxing noticed the flour stained on Yu Mingxiu's apron, and said with a smile, "Noodles are indeed very resistant to hunger."

"I can't help it. I am best at pasta. Let's just say whether to eat it or not?"

"Eat, of course I have to eat. I also like to eat pasta. I can eat a lot of steamed buns and noodles."

"Then come on, I'm sure you won't be disappointed," Yu Mingxiu hooked her fingers, turned and went downstairs, and said casually as she went downstairs, "Great artist, can you give me some advice?"

What opinion?
Oh, it's about practicing calligraphy.

This woman didn't practice calligraphy just to get close to me, did she?
This is very possible, because the things in the study are all newly purchased, and the date of other things is not easy to distinguish, but the commonly used brushes are different. A new brush is in different states from the beginning to the baldness. Differently, experienced calligraphers can judge the diligence and time of the owner of the brush by looking at the state of the brush tip.

Xu Jingxing practiced calligraphy since he was a child. Although he lost all his memories of before the age of seven, even if he counted the number of broken brushes from the age of seven, he would not be as good at calligraphy as he is today.

Therefore, when he looked at the two open brushes on the pen holder mountain in the pen sea in Yu Mingxiu's study room, and then looked at the worn state of the ink stick, and the residual ink on the wool felt, he knew that Yu Mingxiu had been practicing calligraphy for a while now. As for the time, it must not exceed three months.

Now when Yu Mingxiu asked him to give him some advice on calligraphy, he immediately realized that this woman really wanted to get close to him.

The principle is the same as when an actor finds a director to "review the play" and "change the script".

Of course, Yu Mingxiu herself is a strong woman at any rate, she is still reserved, and she is not shameless to that extent, and it is not necessarily just for the shameful thing to do with him, or she just wants to After building a good relationship, get to know more rich people from him and find more opportunities.

Human nature is understandable.

And let Yu Mingxiu do this, what he did was very natural, even if he guessed these things, he wouldn't feel bored.

Coupled with the friendship accumulated before, there is an urge to take the initiative to help the other party.

She really deserves to be a strong woman who has created such a world by self-reliance, her thoughts are really delicate.

Xu Jingxing smiled while feeling emotional in his heart: "My opinion is to worship me as a teacher, and I will give you good advice."

"Apprentice?"

"Yes, apprentice, are you still not happy?"

"I don't like it. Although it is said that the one who learns first is the teacher, but it is embarrassing to call him master when we meet in the future."

"You can be given the privilege of not having to call Master."

"What about the apprentice ceremony?"

"Just fool around."

"What's the fun of it then?"

"I think you're very interested."

"Hee hee, you saw through it," Yu Mingxiu smiled coquettishly, "Get ready to eat, don't be disgusted, I've tried my best."

"Let's see," Xu Jingxing sniffled, "I can smell the smell of boiling hot peanut oil, as well as the smell of chili noodles and green onion. Is this to be made, oil-splashed noodles?"

Yu Mingxiu's eyes widened in surprise: "Can you smell this?"

"People who practice martial arts have to have a more sensitive nose."

"What does martial arts have to do with the nose?"

"I'll know in the future," Xu Jingxing rubbed his hands together: "Let's start now?"

"it is good."

Yu Mingxiu went into the kitchen and took out the noodles that had been rolled a few times, put them in a large porcelain bowl as big as his face, sprinkled with pepper noodles, salt, chopped green onion, crushed peanuts and chili noodles, and then served the noodles until they were smoking. Pour in the peanut oil.

"Thorn-"

There was a crisp sound in the kitchen.

Then, the rich aroma instantly transpired and soon filled the entire kitchen.

Xu Jingxing took a deep breath.

It really is authentic oil-splashed noodles, really fragrant.

This chili noodles are not very spicy, but when poured with boiling oil, the aroma is very prominent, far better than ordinary chili noodles.

And the sound of "stabbing" is also very attractive, it really opened up my appetite in an instant, just like voice control.

Sure enough, the oil-splashed noodles with the sound of "stabbing" have a soul.

Yu Mingxiu brought the oil-splashed noodles to the small bar at the entrance of the kitchen, "Big artist, eat while it's hot."

There are old vinegar and soy sauce on the bar, and two cold dishes, namely cold potato shreds and patted cucumber.

Really simple enough.

But the taste is really good.

Xu Jingxing sat down in front of the bar, sniffed the big bowl of oil-splashed noodles that were still sizzling softly, and nodded in satisfaction: "Very fragrant——"

Drizzle some old mature vinegar, use chopsticks to shake two or three finger-wide hand-torn lasagna noodles in a large bowl with the size of your face, and eat.

Sure enough, it is authentic, not only smells good, but also tastes better.

After the wide and thin noodles are shaken evenly, the front and back are covered with sauce-red oil flowers and chili noodles. When chewing, the light noodle fragrance and the rich chili fragrance are mixed together, which is particularly appetizing.

The most refreshing thing is that the noodles taste very good. The noodles are wide and thin but very strong. After being stained with oil, they are very refreshing and not sticky at all.

And don't look at the oily, it doesn't feel greasy when you eat it in your mouth. On the contrary, it is more fragrant. This is because the heat and weight of that spoonful of oil are well controlled. It is oily; too much oil tastes greasy, too little and too dry.

Anyway, cooking is never easy. Even making a bowl of oil-splashed noodles, which seems to be the simplest, requires hard work to do well.

Yu Mingxiu was obviously very attentive.

After the woman cooked another portion of noodles into the pot, she leaned on the stove and looked at Xu Jingxing, who was eating sputteringly, without saying a word, until Xu Jingxing pulled all the noodles in the bowl to her mouth, and then asked with a smile : "Is it okay?"

Xu Jingxing didn't answer directly, but asked instead: "Do you do it often?"

"Well, I have been doing it since I was a child. I cook at home when the farming season is busy. In the early days, I only made jelly for my parents. Later, I learned how to knead noodles. Because the oily noodles are easy and trouble-free, I started from this. I started with simple oil-splashed noodles, but I don’t have much talent for cooking, but the noodles below are delicious. This oil-splashed noodles are just right for me to develop. I have been in the capital for these years, and every time I feel sad, I make a bowl of oil-splashed noodles. Eat big mouthfuls, shed tears silently, and finish eating after crying, and my mood will be better."

"It seems that this small bowl of noodles can carry a lot of things, thank you for your hard work."

"As long as you enjoy eating," Yu Mingxiu took Xu Jingxing's Dahai bowl with a smile, filled another half of the bowl, and skillfully performed the actions that had been repeated countless times.

The sound of "stabbing" sounded again.

Rao Xu Jingxing has a big appetite, he will be [-]% full after three bowls.

Really articulate.

Xu Jingxing put down his chopsticks contentedly, "I'm full, I'll eat again when I have a chance."

Yu Mingxiu raised her eyebrows: "Really?"

"Really, I'm not being polite to you."

"Then I'll give it to myself."

"Yeah, hurry up and eat."

Yu Mingxiu unhurriedly cooked a bowl for herself, still familiar with the operation, and after a "stab", she sat down opposite Xu Jingxing with her rice bowl: "Eat oily noodles, the bowl needs to be big, and the bowl should be big. It needs to be wide, the chili should be red, the oil should be hot, the noodles should be stirred evenly and eaten loudly, any oil-splashed noodles without any link is soulless."

After speaking, he began to eat with big mouthfuls, and sure enough, he ate very loudly.

An urban strong woman wearing Chanel in her home clothes is wearing an apron, holding a porcelain bowl with a big face, and eating red, oily noodles with a wide mouth...

This painting style is very contradictory, but unexpectedly harmonious.

Sure enough, every woman is a book, and there are always some unique plots in the seemingly similar stories that are worth savoring carefully.

Yu Mingxiu ate very quickly. She emptied the noodles in the bowl in less than 2 minutes. Then she cleaned up the dishes and went to wash the dishes. While washing the dishes, she talked about her own efforts in the capital for these years and her childhood life. .

Xu Jingxing, on the other hand, was like a quiet listener, listening quietly, occasionally catering to a few words.

It can be seen that this woman really, really seldom talks about these things to people.

This is a bit of an unstoppable posture.

It's getting more and more emotional.

But don't cry.

I can't stand that battle.

And when I cry, I have to go to comfort her. When comforting her, some physical contact will inevitably occur, and then the atmosphere in the room will become ambiguous, and then what will happen is no longer within the control range. .

We are all adults, and we don’t intend to talk about love like children. When something really happens, the feeling is in place, the atmosphere is in place, and it happens as it happens. It’s natural, there is no psychological burden, and there will be no If there is any entanglement, dare to make an appointment for a ball game on the weekend.

But that kind of friendly communication is not what he likes, so it should be avoided if it can be avoided.

If it is really unavoidable, then, that can only be admitted.

While thinking wildly, Yu Mingxiu cleaned up the kitchen, turned her head and asked with a smile, "Are you satisfied with this meal?"

"The craftsmanship is very good, and the people are also very good." Xu Jingxing smiled, "It's just that the characters are ugly."

"You..." Yu Mingxiu's pretty face turned red all of a sudden, and after hesitating for a while: "Then you, a great calligrapher, give me some pointers. It's a big deal. I'll call you master a few more times when there is no one around." .”

"Do you really want to learn?"

"Ah."

"Well, your equipment is complete. Where did you buy the inkstone?"

"When I went to Hangzhou on a business trip, I bought them at the antique market over there. It cost more than 1000, and my heart aches for me."

(End of this chapter)