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The panic made Mengya run out of the door with her hair disheveled, before she could scare others, but fortunately Enyan appeared in time and walked towards her slowly from not far away, which finally made this nervous woman feel as if she had been poured cold water. clam down.

"Where did you go if you didn't see anyone in the early morning?"

In the morning light, Enyan's skin is white and shiny, and she looks as pretty as a girl with her ponytail tied up. Walking from the lush green grassland, she is as beautiful as a blooming flower. With such a person, she can purify her vision every day At this moment, Mengya wished she could keep this woman privately in her treasure bag forever.

"Woke up and walked around. I didn't expect someone to sell things in front of me. I couldn't help buying some because they looked fresh. Anyway, there is a kitchen in the house. I'll make breakfast for you."

"You want breakfast?"

The big surprise was not that she couldn't see that Enyan could cook, but that a painter who was used to writing would be willing to hold the pot and shovel for her.

"Ah, I forgot that the big chef is here, or you can make breakfast."

Suddenly remembering the identity of the other party, En Yan immediately felt that this proposal was not good. His reputation crossed the civilian world, and the guests invited were all celebrities from all walks of life. Skill might as well be said to be ugly.

"No, no, I want to be lazy today, come on."

I don't know if the food made by the great artist will be as mouth-watering as the food drawn by her. In any case, Meng Ya is both happy and looking forward to it, and she is never so happy when a famous chef cooks for her.

Eun Yan’s expression is very charming when she is painting, her focused eyes exude incomparable charm, the hand holding the pen is as flexible as a dragon and phoenix flying on the drawing paper, and every painting completed under her magical brush is like being infused with new vitality. Life is so vivid that it can almost be real.

While cooking, Enyan seemed to be a completely different person. Seeing her scrambling in the kitchen, as if her hands were not enough for her to use, she thought she was preparing a serving for a hundred people.

Meng Ya sat on the sofa in the living room and checked the information on her mobile phone. The sound of metal collisions from the kitchen distracted her a few times. Appear uneasy.

As if after a war of the century, Enyan, who triumphantly walked out of the kitchen, came to the hall with her prize in her hands. Mengya was a little moved when she saw the food on the table. Trigger hunger, indicating that this dish is still good.

As a professional chef, it is also an instinct to rate food unconsciously, just like sending a prisoner to the armed police, even if he is not on duty, he will subconsciously arrest the prisoner immediately.

The chicken eggs are a little overcooked, the bacon looks a bit burnt, the smiling bread is more like blackface bread, and the only thing that is more normal is the vegetable salad that is not too engineering.

Noticing Mengya’s embarrassment, Enyan is also very clear that her grades are not up to standard, and her performance at home is only just passing the test, but when she thinks that she is doing an ax in the class, she does not do well in the first place. Oh no.

An uncomfortable feeling was getting bigger and bigger in her heart like kneading dough. When she thought of sending this kind of boiled food into the expert's mouth, Eunyan felt very sorry.

Seeing that Meng Ya was about to strike, a feeling of unbearable feeling burst out of her heart like an explosion, and En Yan quickly got up and snatched away the plate of food in front of Meng Ya.

"It's better not to eat, I'll buy you breakfast and come back."

Looking at the plate of food flying away in front of her, Mengya was anxious as if her beloved toy was taken away, she stood up unwillingly and snatched it back.

"The breakfast outside can be eaten anytime, but this one is rare. I just want to eat this."

Protecting the plate of food in her hand was like protecting something dear, Enyan looked helpless and wanted to laugh.

"But…"

Enyan is not afraid that this food will ruin her stomach, but she is afraid that it will ruin her image in Mengya's heart.

"Although I don't have the level of a chef, this is the first meal you prepared for me. No matter how it tastes, I will eat it all."

One action is worth more than words. To prove that she really does not dislike her, Mengya picked up the bread and took a bite, and then began to eat other things, just like a child happily eating the bento prepared by her mother, Full support.

The scene in front of me not only melts the ice-like indifference, but even the cold blood that has gradually solidified will be warmed back to a liquid state, flowing through the body with joy and emotion, and warming up the whole heart.

A good mood is also the best seasoning for food. Although the presentation is not up to par this time, the taste seems to be better than in the past. Of course, it may also be due to the freshness of the ingredients. Enyan dare not say she is satisfied, as long as it is not as good as imagined It was hard to swallow, and she felt that this was already a blessing in misfortune.

Whether it is the busy pace of the city or the leisure life in the countryside, the 24-hour non-stop time has never waited for anyone. It passes through laughter and loneliness, and will not stop for sadness. Jing accurately calculates the daily distance. Always check in on time one second before the end of the day.

There are still a few days left in the two-week journey, and the beautiful scenery that can’t be taken away and she doesn’t want to just store it in her memory, Enyan decided to use the most original photos as souvenirs, and frame the scenery she thinks is the most beautiful in her paintings paper.

The photo-crazed goddess who was sitting next to Enyan also abandoned the camera with her, and repeated the action of catching the angle tirelessly, outlining the outline of nature with one stroke and two or three strokes. Dreaming in terms of painting speed Apparently, Ya is born out of blue. The works conceived by the teacher have not yet taken shape, but the new works of the students are born first.

The paintbrush is stained with paint, and the thoughts slowly poured in little by little are combined, and the performance is combined with patience as the foundation and talent. If Mengya's finished product is the best, then Enyan's finished product is the essence taken from the best. It seems that it is not speed that determines strength, but skill.

After the spirit of concentrating on painting gradually dispersed, I realized that the atmosphere was so quiet that only the sounds of nature were left. The woman who was usually as restless as her mobile phone when she was resting, could only watch it when she was asleep. to the actual shutdown state.

The long hair scattered on the green grass slope is as beautiful as the water ripples of the river in front, and the perfect side face that can nourish the soul through the gaze, makes Enyan reluctant to look away after taking a look. Beautiful things have an incomparable persistence, unknowingly framed this seductive sleeping position into her second page of drawing paper.

When the blank consciousness gradually became clear, Mengya woke up and remembered what she was doing. As soon as she opened her eyes recently, compared to the stomach clamoring for food after a long time or a night, She was more concerned now with a figure that had been out of sight for hours.

Seeing Sleeping Beauty wake up, Painter Jin, who did nothing wrong but couldn't hide his guilt, hurriedly turned back the first page of drawing paper. Mengya, who became the heroine of the painting for no reason, didn't notice Eunyan's uneasiness. After this woman was by her side all the time, she then remembered the second thing she cared about the most.

"Why didn't you wake me up when it was dinner time?"

Hearing this tone, I thought that I had to get a number plate for dinner, but if I was a step too late, I would not get dinner.

"The food in the restaurant will not evaporate before dark, so let's go to eat after collecting the painting tools."

While tidying up, Mengya's eyes drifted to the drawing paper in Enyan's hand from time to time, she seemed to be full of curiosity about the things inside.

"Show me your drawing."

Movements are like lightning, words are like thunder, Enyan has just received the complete sentence, but the picture book has already fallen into Mengya's hands.

"Oh my god! It's exactly the same as in the photo, did you really draw this?"

At this moment, Enyan's focus could not be on the words of praise, but on whether the hand holding the picture book would continue to turn to the next page.