Be a Cartoonist In the Fairy World

　　 Du Ziyuan could clearly feel that he was in a dream, and everything around him was hazy, as if it had been painted with a layer of mosaic. Only a small area around him is clear, but he also needs to concentrate on observing. According to the "Dream of Great Dreams and Stars", when he can make the whole dream clear and incomparable, then he can almost enter the realm of fusion.

　　 But that is obviously too early for Du Ziyuan now. All he can do now is to recognize himself in the dream, strengthen his existence in the dream, and move from obscurity to clarity.

　　According to the requirements of the exercise method, he focused his attention on his right hand, and the feeling of his right hand suddenly became no different from reality. But if Du Ziyuan gets distracted, this feeling will dissipate. He must focus his attention on his hands for a long time, and it will not be considered an improvement until he can maintain the status quo when he shifts his attention.

　　 This is obviously not something that can be done overnight, until he is woken up by Mu Chengan without success.

　　 "Brother Du, are you hungry? Would you like to come down and eat something." Mu Chengan stood in front of the car door, pointing to a restaurant not far away and said.

　　 Du Ziyuan looked at the sky and found that it was already noon, so he nodded: "Okay."

　　 The four of them entered the restaurant with the coachman. The coachman sat in the lobby on the first floor, and the four of them went to the second floor lounge. It is said that it is an elegant seat, but it is actually a small area separated by a screen.

　　 "Where are we?" Du Ziyuan asked.

　　 He has never been out, so he doesn't recognize the place at all. Mu Chengan patiently replied: "This is Linjiang Town in the southwest of Haiyan Town. If you go further south, you will go to Haifeng County."

　　 "So fast." Du Ziyuan sighed, then focused on the menu.

　　 He ordered a few dishes casually, and Xiao Jin also ordered several, but Mu Chengan and Xia Wuyi didn't order any more. None of the four are extravagant characters.

　　Because it is only shielded by a screen, the sound insulation effect is still very poor, and they can clearly hear the conversation between the guests on both sides.

　　 Coincidentally, one of them happened to be talking about Du Ziyuan's new work "Game of Thrones".

"Mr. Shanfeng is really a strange person. How did he draw such a beautiful picture? Tsk, I saw his painting yesterday and it was so uncomfortable that I went to Yi Cui Pavilion to find a girl to put out the fire. ."

　　 "Haha, you old bachelor, I am much better than you, I have a daughter-in-law."

　　 "You are looking for a fight! Is it great to have a daughter-in-law?"

　　 "Oh, I used to think it was amazing, but since I saw the woman in the mountain wind painting, and then looked at the yellow-faced woman in my own home, I suddenly felt tasteless."

　　 "Then you still say it's better than me?"

　　 "It's definitely better than you, at least you can make a living with your eyes closed, right?"

　　 "Admire! Come, have a drink! Do it!"

　　 "Hiss-I don't know whether I should thank Shanfeng or hate him. What do I do to draw people so beautifully? It makes my eyes tricky."

"Yeah, I think the masterpieces that those people have painted before are confused. Isn't it just a mess of ink? Or the paintings of the mountain breeze are beautiful, and there are stories. Compared with the mountain breeze, Are they a ball?"

　　 "It's just..."

　　 I didn't expect to meet fans even after eating, Du Ziyuan was still a little proud. But he was able to pretend, he was still calm and calm on the surface, as if he didn't care about these remarks at all.

　　 Xia Wuyi looked at him, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Mu Chengan was thoughtful, only Xiaojin was still there waiting expectantly for the dishes to be served.

　　 Mu Cheng'an treats guests, he must not be short of money, so he ordered some signature dishes. Coconut chicken, stewed beef brisket, drunk fried rice dumplings, etc., all look very delicious and smell good.

　　 But Du Ziyuan frowned when the dishes were on the table. The smell didn't feel right. He tried to put a piece of chicken into his mouth, chewing and chewing, his face became heavier and heavier, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, he covered his mouth and spit out the chicken.

　　 [What is this stuff, why is it so unpalatable? 】

　　 He looked at Mu Cheng'an, who was very serious about chewing there, every action was very regular. Xia Wuyi is also very well-behaved, holding chopsticks one by one, but eating slowly. Xiao Jin was still the same, stuffing his mouth when he saw everything.

　　 This suddenly made Du Ziyuan start to doubt, could it be that the piece of meat he just caught happened to be bad?

　　 So he changed a dish to eat, but after chewing a few times, he still found it hard to swallow. He even started to wonder if there was something wrong with his taste buds.

　　 "Brother, what's wrong with you?" Xia Wuyi immediately asked with concern when he saw him vomiting twice.

　　 Du Ziyuan asked, "Wuyi, are the food here delicious?"

　　 "It's okay, average." Xia Wuyi gave a very pertinent answer.

　　 Du Ziyuan looked at Mu Cheng'an again: "Brother Mu, how do you think the things here taste like?"

　　 Mu Chengan heard the words and slowly chewed a few more bites, UU reading www.uukanshu. After com swallowed the rice in his mouth, he took another sip of tea, and then said to Du Ziyuan: "Brother Du, he eats very little on weekdays. He usually takes bigudan. Just for the taste of this restaurant, he said. The food should be pretty good."

　　 Du Ziyuan looked at Xiaojin again, but the latter still stuffed rice dumplings in his mouth. Forget it, asking this idiot is just asking for nothing.

　　 Du Ziyuan had to tell the truth: "You all think it's okay, but why do I find it hard to swallow?"

　　 Mu Chengan asked in confusion: "Brother Du, this is already the best restaurant in town, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

　　 Du Ziyuan was also helpless: "If I knew, I wouldn't ask you. I now doubt whether there is a problem with my tongue."

　　 Xia Wuyi is clever, he suddenly said: "Brother, don't you compare the food here with that made by Sister Xiaoyu?"

　　 "Huh?" Du Ziyuan looked at him puzzledly. What does this mean?

　　 Seeing this, Xia Wuyi suddenly understood something. He tried to ask, "Brother, have you ever eaten meals made by someone other than Xiaoyu?"

Du Ziyuan heard the words and thought about it carefully: "It doesn't seem to be true." In the past, even when his adoptive parents were still alive, the meals of the two families were all arranged by Lin Yuman, except for the snacks exchanged by the system and in the sky that day. Qi Caiyun, he really hasn't eaten any other dishes.

"That's right, brother," Xia Wuyi said, like a detective of a primary school student, "Your mouth must have been raised by Sister Xiaoyu. If you are used to eating the dishes she cooks, you must eat these. It tastes like chewing wax."

　　 "Is there any such thing?" Du Ziyuan looked dazed, wondering whether he should believe him or not.