Diners full of veranda were full of hardships.

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes with pleasure, glanced at the surroundings inadvertently, and couldn't help but smile.

Even the young man who sat not far away in front, crying while holding the rice dumplings and chewing them slowly was not so annoying.

Although he is coming to compete for food with him, all those who love "Gu Ji" food in the world can be friends.

Knowing the delicacies you like, it is also beautiful in the eyes of others, and Lin Feng is also quite satisfied.

Besides, there are not so many diner friends who like "Gu Ji". Gu Chu can't make enough money, so how can you have the mood to develop more and more delicious recipes? How can you have the energy to hone your cooking skills?

Therefore, it is better for everyone in the world to like the "Gu Ji" food.

Looking at this scene, Lin Feng suddenly felt excited. He couldn't help but quickly take out the painting book and ink from his pocket, and leaned on the stone table to carefully outline the appearance of these diners.

Of course, the most delicate and beautiful one is still the basket of rice dumplings. Compared with the ingenious rice dumplings outside, such a basket is naturally much simpler, but when it falls on Lin Feng's pen tip, it seems to have its own light, which makes people feel moved at first glance.

Coupled with the diners' expression that seemed to be enjoying the delicacies that were in heaven and on earth, the whole picture seemed even more charming.

Gu Xiang thought Lin Feng’s painting was good after reading it: “In the future, Mr. Lin would not be able to become a famous calligrapher and painter.”

Unfortunately, there isn't.

Lin Feng's paintings are good, but they are just good. There are too many people in this dynasty's calligraphy and painting, and he is far from comparable to those truly talented masters.

However, seven or eight hundred years later, later generations were very fond of Lin Feng's paintings and also collected his paintings into a book for people to appreciate. When Lin Feng was mentioned in the forums of later generations, they did not say that he was a painter, but that he was a real gourmet.

Historians also learned from Lin Feng's paintings that there was a very conspicuous food brand in the world hundreds of years ago called "Gu Ji", which contained the best food in heaven and earth, and even had a mythological color.

There were countless literary and artistic creators in later generations. Based on these official and unofficial history, they deeply explored "Gu Ji" and gave birth to many very exquisite works.

There are even countless masters who want to restore the signature dishes of "Gu Ji". Whenever they hold food and cooking competitions, chefs try to make "Gu Cuisine".

Many food anchors are known as "simple and easy to cook" and "home-cooked Gu cuisine" to teach everyone to cook in the video. Therefore, there are many followers, and whatever they can hype and their skills are indeed not bad. They all make a fortune. "Gu Ji" is simply the biggest IP in the food industry.

These are all later stories.

The warm wind blew, and Gu Xiang picked up the small rice dumpling and took a bite, and exhaled it very much, feeling very satisfied.

While eating rice dumplings, I stood behind Lin Feng to admire his paintings. The more I looked at the eyes, the brighter the brighter I became.

There were tears in the corner of Zhao Ying's eyes. She turned her head silently and stood up naturally to Gu Xiang, and looked down.

After reading for a while, Zhao Ying said seriously: "It is too important to emphasize the shape, and the artistic conception is a bit insufficient."

Lin Feng: "??"

He looked at his paintings and the little rice dumplings on this painting were almost painted by himself to the point of being able to reach the sky. Is this called insufficient artistic conception?

Lin Feng was puzzled and thought for a while and pondered: "Maybe the ink is heavier, but it doesn't look beautiful?"

Gu Shi

Zhao Ying sighed again: "Even the best Songyanmo looks down on me, this young master is too extravagant."

Lin Feng: “…”

What do you care about this?

Li Sheng: "Puff."

He didn't know that Zhao Ying, a noble man who was educated in the wealthy village, had a delicate body and good body, and had good food and good clothes. He even put a pen or inkstone around him, which was not made by famous artists.

Now I still have the nerve to say that they are extravagant.

Zhao Ying turned around and smiled at Gu Xiang, with a graceful face, but her smile was very gentle and cute: "Miss I like painting? My mansion contains Liang Lingzan's star pictures, and several copies of the top painters in the palace. I will send them to her for decorating the house."

Li Sheng: "..."

Gu Xiang immediately laughed: "My roof is short, but I can't afford such famous paintings. All the decorative paintings in our restaurants are entrusted to Mr. Lin, and what he paints are just right."

Lin Feng was about to stare out, and he wanted to rush to the little white-faced home to see the painting, but he still wanted to be ashamed. After all, he just thought about it and didn't dare to do anything.

Zhao Ying was silent and suddenly said, "The paintings I drew are also very good."

When Li Sheng heard this, he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his face.

This young man from his family is a genius, and Yunwen is also good. He has registered his name from the official family, but the painting skills can be compared with children aged six or seven, and those over nine are not very good.

Of course, whether it is the people of the Imperial City, the servants of his family, or even the concubines in the palace and the old lady outside the palace, they will only say good when they see his paintings.

But he doesn't know whether it's good or not?

Where did you come from when you open your eyes and tell lies? This made Gu Chu know his background and probably won’t leave any good impression.

Li Sheng just said a few words in his heart, so he went straight to buy rice dumplings and studied water cards. He has been exhausted in recent months and was about to taste the specialty dishes of Gu Chu to calm his stomach and spirit. As for whether his father-in-law is thrusting, he can't care or not. He bit the fragrant and delicious meat rice dumplings. Li Sheng stared at the water cards for a while and wanted to eat everything. The corner of his eyes fell on Zhao Ying, and he couldn't help but smile, and his mood became brighter a little.

The gaze of his young master Gu's wife made people laugh. His eyes were drooling, but they were so cautious and cautious, as if they were smashed by a big gold nugget falling from the sky. They were so happy, but they were at a loss.

Maybe he didn't know how he looked at the chef.

The wind is gentle and sunny, and the scenery is peaceful and peaceful.

Wang Pingping stood outside the railing, but frowned and felt a little uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart.

She had to admit that the rice dumpling smelled very fragrant and looked delicious. After she said something for a while, Zhao Ying didn't even reply to him, completely ignoring it, which made people feel a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable, and it also suppressed the instinctive and surging appetite.

Duke An Guo was cold-hearted, and Wang Pingping knew this naturally, even if he saved him, he would not appreciate it.

Wang Pingping was originally unwilling to argue with such a ignorant dumb goose.

Since she entered Kaifeng's territory and saved the prince, she saw through this man's temperament. If she had been scheming with him, she would have nothing to do that day and just be angry.
Chapter completed!