Rescue the Infatuated Girl

"It's okay, they can understand, come, take a look at the clothes I bought for you." These two people don't know how long they have been wearing the same two clothes, and now they are home, they have to tidy up anyway.

Cuiping hurriedly dried her hands and carefully picked up her husband's new clothes. Although she felt that it was too expensive, she couldn't help showing a happy smile on her face. I’ve bought clothes for me, and I still have clothes in my luggage.” The husband’s life doesn’t seem to be rich, so if you add the two of them who live on dry food, you can save a little.

"You can wear it when you buy it, and put your ugly clothes aside. Don't worry, the solution is what people think. I will work hard, and life at home will be better." For a man, supporting a family is the minimum standard. If his wife What kind of man is he if he can't afford to raise a child?

That being said, Mei Ruohong, who was lying on the floor in the dead of night, was still a little worried. Although he sold two paintings this time, it was a lot of money for him, but it was still far away from buying a house. I am a big man, with rough skin and thick flesh, and I can persist in tidying up the house without leaking, but he can't let his wife and children suffer with himself, right?The room is too small, how can it be tidied up?So I still have to buy a house and move to a normal place, so that Hua'er can get in touch with the children around him more.

Thinking and thinking, he kept his eyes open until the middle of the night, but he didn't come up with a reliable idea. In the end, he really couldn't resist the sleepiness, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, after dinner, he continued to go out to give portraits with his painting tools.

I painted four or five pictures in one morning, and overall the income was pretty good. He took his painting tools and prepared to go home for lunch, but he thought that when Hua'er ate cakes yesterday and even licked off the scum on the paper bag, he would turn to the other side again. He turned a corner and planned to buy two more pastries for his daughter.

Passing by a large restaurant, he stopped suddenly. In his memory, modern restaurants all use images to promote. Although there are cameras in this era, black and white have no color. If you draw those dishes with a pen , Will that have a better publicity effect?Will the restaurant buy back his portrait?After all, real painters would not draw recipes for these two money, and those who want to draw recipes may not necessarily have this ability, so maybe this is a way out?

At least, can it be more than the money he paid for portraits?

He did what he said, and after returning home for dinner, he came to his door with painting tools, and began to fantasize about the famous Dongpo meat in the color of water and sky.

Although the more I thought about it, the more greedy I became, but before dinner, I drew a full-colored portrait of Dongpo's flesh.

"Father, what is this?" It looked delicious.Seeing her father packing tools, Hua'er finally dared to come over, seeing the greasy piece of meat on the shelf, she was also greedy.

Seeing her daughter secretly swallowing saliva, Mei Ruohong smiled and touched her head, "This is Dongpo meat, let mother fry up last night's meat tonight, okay?"

"Okay." Hua'er stopped looking at the portrait and ran into the room with a smile to tell Mother the good news.

"Don't make trouble with the painting, the meat girl is fried and can be eaten for several days. It is not easy for Daddy to earn money, so you have to be obedient." Mei Ruohong kicked in and out of the door, and heard his wife scold him. sound.

"Don't blame Hua'er, it's what I want to eat. Let's fry it up. If you don't eat the fresh ones, you'll keep them spoiled?" Not to mention that I want to eat them myself, I guess my daughter won't be able to eat this meat tonight.

Hearing that her husband wanted to eat meat, Cuiping hurriedly smiled and agreed, "Okay, I'll do it in a while." The husband is the pillar of the family, and for Cuiping, Mei Ruohong's daughter is not allowed to move what Mei Ruohong wants to eat.

"I'll go out first, and come back for dinner tonight." Mei Ruohong rolled up the piece of Dongpo meat carefully, and went out.

The shopkeeper of Fuguiju, when he saw Mei Ruohong's clothes at first, he didn't want to talk to him. After all, there are everyone. Seeing that the business of his hotel is good, there are too many people who want to get some cheap, but when he saw The eyes of the shiny Dongpo meat immediately lit up, and he hurriedly and enthusiastically let Mei Ruohong into the back room, and began to discuss the deal.

Although his hotel is not small, there will be competition where there are people. If this portrait is placed on the wall of the lobby, the hungry guests will look hungry, how much more can he sell?

Thinking of this, he smiled and asked Mei Ruohong: "Brother, I want this picture. You can't lose the money, but I don't know what else you can draw?"If there are brightly colored portraits on every wall, I believe the business will be better.

"Hehe, Boss Deng really has vision. You figured it out before I said it." Mei Ruohong first put a high hat on the other party, and then said with a smile, "As long as it is something that I can see, I can draw it." Come out, you can rest assured."

"Okay!" Boss Deng slapped the table excitedly, asked someone to take the paper, and wrote out the signature dishes of the restaurant by himself.

Mei Ruohong poked his head for a look, and said embarrassingly: "Boss Deng, I have eaten Dongpo meat. I have never seen the kind of meat you mentioned." Just this Dongpo meat was eaten in the previous life. I remember it is Hangzhou cuisine.

When Boss Deng heard this, he hurriedly told the job: "Go, let the master cook a plate of West Lake vinegar fish from our shop."

Seeing that the young man left, the two continued to discuss the price. Just after discussing the price and settlement method, the young man came in with a plate of West Lake vinegar fish with all the flavors and tastes.

Mei Ruohong carefully looked at the West Lake vinegar fish in front of him, trying to keep it in his mind so that he could start writing when he went back at night.When he felt that it was almost done, he smiled and got up to say goodbye to Boss Deng.

"Come here, put this fish in a food box, and ask Brother Mei to put it back and take a look at it slowly, and follow the drawing." Boss Deng believes that the reason why Mei Ruohong drew Dongpo meat so well is because he has tasted that fish. Taste, in order for the other party to better draw this West Lake Vinegar Fish, he doesn't mind giving this plate of fish away for free.

Just like that, Mei Ruohong happily went home with money and a plate of West Lake vinegar fish that was not free.

When they got home, Xiaohuaer jumped out to greet her: "Dad, are you back? Hey, what are you carrying?"

"Here, Hua'er guesses." Mei Ruohong smiled and opened the food box, the tangy aroma made Hua'er's eyes widen.

"It smells so good, Mom, Daddy bought the fish. The fish smells so good. Hua'er has never eaten it before." The little guy called out to his mother, but his eyes were fixed on the fish, and his mouth was full of saliva. It's about to flow out.

"Ah?" Cuiping hurried over, looking at this plate of fish, I couldn't help but feel pain in my heart, how much does it cost?How can people like them afford it?But looking at the smiling husband, she didn't dare to be serious anymore, so she could only ask softly from the side: "Ruohong, isn't this fish a lot of money?"

"Hehe, don't worry, I didn't spend any money. I showed the piece of Dongpo meat to Boss Deng, and he was very satisfied. This time, in order to allow me to better draw the West Lake vinegar fish, I specially made a plate of fish for me to bring back. "He knew that this daughter-in-law's concept of spending money would not change for a while, anyway, in terms of their current situation, if it really changed, it would be a prodigal.

"So that's the case?" Cuiping finally showed a smile on his face, and then carefully covered the food box, ready to put it aside.

"Hey, Cuiping, what are you doing?" Seeing her daughter's anxious eyes, Mei Ruohong hurriedly stopped his wife's movements.

"Put it away and use it for your painting tomorrow." Her husband's painting is a major event, and there must be no delay.

"It'll be a waste until tomorrow. Don't worry, I've got it in my mind. This fish is edible." As he spoke, he pulled the fish back into the food box, took out the fish inside and looked at his daughter with a smile. Said, "Huaer, let's eat fish."

"Eat fish, eat fish..." Hua'er danced happily beside her, thinking that her father is the best father in the world, and she was so happy when she had a father.

That night, the plate of West Lake vinegar fish that was going to be painted went into the stomachs of the family of three without any waste, but what about Mei Ruohong?After eating delicious fish, I can draw more easily.He thought it was a good job, not only could he earn money, but he could also eat delicious food. The happy ones couldn't be happier.

The next morning, he sent the portrait and the food box to Fuguiju, and when he came back, he brought a beggar chicken.

All in all, the days to come are happy days, with two paintings a day, they don't have to cook at noon and night at home, which saves money on food, and it's much better than what they eat at home.

After eating like this, not only Xiaohuaer's face grew flesh, but Cuiping's body, who was taking medicine, also improved a lot. After all, her illness needs to be taken care of more, and one should not be anxious to get angry. Now that her husband and daughter are by her side, the family members She doesn't need to fuss about things, and she washes and cooks all day long, and the depression in her heart has receded, and her whole image is different.

Finally, Mei Ruohong painted for more than ten days and finished the business of this restaurant. Although it is a pity that he will not be able to eat free food in the future, but looking at the money he has earned these days, he can't help being excited that he can buy a house.

Zimo's painting exhibition is over, and Mei Ruohong's paintings are all sold. Although the price is average, but with the money together, their family can buy a good place in Hangzhou, and finally they don't have to live in this leaky house. The house is gone.

"Buy a house?" Wang Zimo looked at Mei Ruohong in surprise, and then laughed happily, "No problem, I'll help you find it. I know someone in this field. By the way, you don't have enough money in your pocket, right? Don't be polite to me." It's a great thing for a friend to buy a house, but he knows exactly how much money the other party has in his pocket. Ruohong's paintings were sold by himself, and he doesn't think that the other party is giving portraits How much money will he earn? After all, Cuiping's illness is an expense, so he felt that his friend came to ask for help, and he was afraid that the other party would be embarrassed to say so, so he took the initiative to bring it up.

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