Master, the way she looks at me is not right

It's not detailed enough, and it lacks a little meaning. "

After listening to Ning Qingxue's words, Bai Zitong touched his chin, thought for a moment, and then spoke softly.

These words still failed to enter her heart.

Ning Qingxue: "..."

Almost got it...

You don't even know what you wrote.

How can I praise you?

"Forget it, wait until that brat finishes the barbecue.

I'll ask him again to see if he has any good advice! "

Bai Zitong said softly.

In terms of boasting, it depends on Ling Qingchen.

Ning Qingxue: "..."

"While there is still time, I will write a few more pictures."

Looking at the pile of white rice paper on the table.

After thinking for a while, Bai Zitong picked up the brush again and began to write like a snake.

"You...are you writing the same content?

Why do I feel that each of your pictures gives me a different feeling?

Doesn't this font look alike? "

Looking at what Bai Zitong wrote, there are crooked and different calligraphy.

Ning Qingxue couldn't help but a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes and said.

"It's the same thing!

how?Little Cher, didn't you see it? "

Bai Zitong asked with a puzzled expression.

Ning Qingxue: "..."

What you wrote is the same as a ghost painting.

It is estimated that ghosts will be able to see what you wrote.

"Little Zitong, do you have a different style?

This one is cursive.

This one should be in italics, right? "

Ning Qingxue casually pointed a few fingers, looked at Bai Zitong and asked.

Bai Zitong: "..."

"No...they are all the same style."

Bai Zitong scratched his head in embarrassment and said.

Ning Qingxue: "..."

"Same style?

That is the feeling of playing is different.

They are all very nice. "

Ning Qingxue also smiled awkwardly.

"Master, the barbecue disciples are ready.

You see, when will dinner be served? "

Just when the atmosphere fell into deep embarrassment, Ning Qingxue didn't know what to say.

Ling Qingchen carried a large table of barbecues with skewers, and walked towards the place where Ning Qingxue and Bai Zitong were.

Some asked curiously.

"Can we have dinner?

Little Zitong, why don't we eat first!

It's not too late to practice after eating.

Only when you are full and full of energy can you be in a state and write better calligraphy. "

Seeing Ling Qingchen's arrival, Ning Qingxue quickly smiled and suggested.

"Don't be in a hurry... you brat, come here and help me take a look.

Look at the ink treasures I wrote, how well they are written!

Be objective!

Don't flatter me just to flatter me.

Such an evaluation is meaningless and meaningless. "

Seeing Ling Qingchen's arrival, Bai Zitong couldn't help showing a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Hastily stretched out his hand to pull Ling Qingchen over, and said softly.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Your subtext is a bit obvious!

Want me to flatter you?

This, this... dog licking behavior, it doesn't matter if you don't do it!

"Where is the calligraphy to watch?"

Ling Qingchen glanced at the various rice papers on the table, filled with words, and asked curiously.

"Here, here, let's take a look at this one first!"

From among the many works, Bai Zitong extracted the first and most original works he wrote, and said softly.

"This one!

Allow me to appreciate it carefully. "

Looking at the crooked work in Bai Zitong's hand, it looks like a ghost drawing talisman.

The corners of Ling Qingchen's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he asked with a helpless sigh.

This is typical, delicious and playful!

"The pen is free-flowing, smooth and natural, rigorous in structure, airtight, round and full, a rare and excellent work in contemporary times...

Come BBQ with me!Senior Zitong...

?? I think you should be quite talented in your writing skills, in terms of brushing sauce and oil.

We must be able to do a good job of grilling. "

Ling Qingchen briefly glanced at Bai Zitong's works and his writing techniques, and suggested softly.

Do not bury any talent.

If Bai Zitong uses this method to brush the sauce, Ling Qingchen feels that the taste of the barbecue should be quite good.

Bai Zitong: "???"

What the hell are you...

Why do you want to add the last few sentences?

Can't you just say the previous few words, praise me, and make me happy?

I have to say the latter words to add to my troubles.

"Don't brush it, you brush it yourself.

I have to practice again. "

Hearing Ling Qingchen's words, Bai Zitong couldn't help but glared at Ling Qingchen viciously and said.

This hateful brat!

Actually said that his writing style is suitable for brushing sauce?

This is simply the biggest insult to myself.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Without talent, no matter how much you practice, it is useless!

If the direction of efforts is wrong, then everything is wrong.

"Fine!

Junior, I will save some ingredients for Senior Zitong to bake yourself.

We went to eat first. "

Ling Qingchen nodded slightly and said.

Bai Zitong was determined to practice calligraphy, and he couldn't stop him.

Everyone who works hard deserves to be respected.

Bai Zitong: "???"

"You bake for me.

I am busy practicing calligraphy!

There is no time for this kind of thing. "

Bai Zitong said softly.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

"I'll bake it for you!

Little Zitong, you can just practice calligraphy with peace of mind. "

Ning Qingxue volunteered to speak.

This hateful female devil wants to order her own Xiaochen, she really has no shame.

Bai Zitong: "..."

This……

"Little Xueer, are you sure you can bake?

Don't wait to bake me a half-baked one! "

Bai Zitong looked at Ning Qingxue with some anxiety, and asked.

Ning Qingxue: "..."

"Do not worry!

Isn't it just an ordinary barbecue?

Could it be that simple?

Leave it to me, don't worry. "

Ning Qingxue patted her chest confidently, and said softly.

"Well, that's fine.

I believe in you, Xiao Xueer.

Go! "

Seeing Ning Qingxue's confident face, Bai Zitong nodded slightly.