One Second for My Daughter / One Second for My Daughter

"You'll know just by looking at it."

Wu Shen showed Qi Hai a mysterious smile, took the spoon in her hand, stirred the syrup in the pot, and then quickly scooped it up with the spoon.

Probably to practice his hands first, the pot and spoon in Wu Shen's hand tilted slightly, and a wisp of sugar juice poured out. Wu Shen swung his hand lightly according to the path, and sketched a vivid little mouse pattern with a few strokes.

"Huh, I haven't played this game for a long time. My hands are a little rusty, so I can barely pass..."

The corner of Wu Shen's mouth twitched, thinking that when he was still a young lady, in order to hook up with a little girl, he deliberately practiced sugar painting with a certain old ancestor who was bored and proficient in all arts.

It's a pity that for Wannian single dog, this is of no use.Who would have thought that this skill would come in handy again in a foreign country more than ten years later?

Abandon one—≠彳~ Hall=Okashi] I, noodles, production divination, noodles, T Guixin 7 days, big JN 虺, eight L shows/soil L shows/one stone

Chapter 308 Rare is the most precious thing, white is the most important thing to learn

"what is this?"

Qi Hai, who had been standing all the time, saw Wu Shen's dexterous left hand make a bend, and a vivid cartoon mouse appeared, with a novel expression on his face.

It was the first time for Qihai to see such an interesting thing. "We have a craft at the stall, sugar painting. It can be eaten, watched, and appreciated. It can also satisfy the appetite of the appetite. It's not like it used to be."

"It's very fun. But it takes a lot of practice to draw with a spoon, right?"

Using a spoon as a pen and using sugar as a paint, the difficulty is indeed unusual, and it takes a long time of hard work to achieve the point where practice makes perfect.

"Well, that year was also an unbearable memory."

Wu Shen recalled that year, he did practice a few times and then yelled that he didn't want to practice anymore.It's a pity that it's easy to ask God to send God away, and he can't run away from the things he has promised his ancestors.In the end, I was forced to spend a holiday before reluctantly becoming a teacher.

The past is unbearable.Wu Shen sighed in his heart.

Zhenbai completed the drawing task at this time, and when he came over and saw Wu Shen's masterpiece, his eyes were a little bright: "Is there still such an operation?"

"Painting with sugar, I can still eat it after I return. Why didn't I think of it before?"

Mashiro stared thoughtfully at the sugar mouse on the marble slab.

"Will Shiina come to try too?"

Wu Shen handed the pot and spoon in front of Zhenbai. He could see that Zhenbai was ready to move, so he suggested it first.

"Well, of course."

Mashiro was also very interested in this novelty, and nodded immediately.

As a professional artist, Zhenbai naturally has no problem with painting skills, but it is still impossible to use a pot and spoon to draw sugar paintings from the beginning, even if he is a genius.

Zhenbai's hands were not very flexible during the waving process, and they trembled a little, which made the poured syrup unable to outline a natural arc.

Wu Shen seized the opportunity to come behind her, naturally supported Zhenbai's little hand holding the spatula with his left hand, and pressed his other hand on Zhenbai's shoulder to calm her down.

With the help of Wu Shen, Zhenbai finally copied a little mouse.

For the next time, Wu Shen let Zhenbai play.Anyway, there is as much sugar as you want, and you can stand squandering.

Taking advantage of this spare time, Wu Shen used the roulette painted by Zhenbai to make a simple turntable, and finally put it at the front of the booth.

After finishing the turntable, Wu Shen couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw Zhenbai's swaying, twisting and turning pictures.

Compared with talent, this thing really pays more attention to hard work and hard work.Thinking about myself, the Picasso Impressionist abstract master, I can draw exquisite sugar paintings after hard work. Obviously, this stuff has little to do with artistic cells.

"Ugh..."

It was the first time that he was deflated in painting, and it was the first time that Mabai, who was holding a pot and spoon, had an awkward little emotion.But she soon calmed down and became obsessed with it, concentrating on training without any discouragement.

Such strong concentration, even Wu Shen had to sigh.I heard Ye Ge say that my mother had no common sense and daily skills because she had been concentrating on painting since she was a child. Wu Shen still didn't believe it, but he finally believed it when he saw Zhenbai's appearance.

"If you want to play, you can practice at home. Anyway, the materials and utensils are very simple."

Wu Shen patted Zhenbai on the shoulder, and slipped away the pot and spoon.

"Um……"

Zhenbai was stunned for a moment, then nodded obediently, "Wu Shen go back and teach me."

"Okay, as long as you are willing to learn."

Wu Shen showed a wry smile.

With nothing else to do, Wu Shen tried to draw a horse and a dragon again, just when the marble slab was fully occupied, Miura and Yui finally returned.

"The tools you want are bamboo sticks and shovels, so what's the use of these..."

In the middle of Miura's words, his eyes just caught sight of the marble slab, and his voice suddenly stopped.

"You did this?"

Miura pointed to the sugar painting on the slate, with an expression of disbelief.

"Wow, what is this made of. It's beautiful!"

Yui also sincerely praised.

"It is boiled with white sugar, and the material is actually very simple to obtain."

Wu Shen smiled, and skillfully took out the bamboo stick and spatula.

He first attached the bamboo stick to the surface of the sugar painting, and then stuck a layer of syrup between the sugar painting and the bamboo stick. After it came down, and then raised the hand, a sugar painting was completed.