After a long silence, Jiang Changxi said, "I'm sorry. Everyone has different opinions."
"Yeah. Actually, Ling Hong is right. Who would want such a thing to happen? But now that it has happened, we can only comfort ourselves by thinking like this," the brawny man was stupefied and then shook his head and said.
"Yeah. Nobody would want such a thing to happen. Everybody wants to live."
"Exactly. If we live, we can eat two more meals of Boss Yuan's dishes."
"Grandpa Jia also said that he would eat Boss Yuan's dishes until he dies. Now, it has come true," someone said with a wry smile.
Of course, there were many curses directed at the thief during this period. Usually, these elites used different words to curse others. Moreover, they didn't repeat the same words. It could be considered as venting their resentment.
Even Yuan Zhou nodded his head approvingly while cooking in the kitchen. That's right. Yuan Zhou also hated the thief very much.
"Dongpo Pig Knuckle is here. Please enjoy." Just when the restaurant was immersed in sadness again, Yuan Zhou carried a plate of Dongpo Pig Knuckle and put it in front of the brawny man.
"Thank you. Thank you, Boss Yuan," the brawny man thanked him.
"You're welcome. Please enjoy." After saying that, Yuan Zhou turned around and went back to the kitchen to cook again.
"Alright. We are all here to eat. Let's enjoy the dishes cooked by Boss Yuan," Jiang Changxi clapped her hands and then said.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's taste Master Yuan's craftsmanship," Engineer Cheng echoed.
Then, Ling Hong sat back down. Then, more people echoed and the atmosphere in the restaurant became better. Then, Zhou Jia started to carry out the dishes one after another.
Except for the interlude at noon, the rest of the time was quite pleasant.
However, this time, Wu Hai and Ling Hong didn't stay long after the meal. Instead, they directly left, which was quite rare.
"I drew a painting yesterday. Can you bring it to Grandpa Jia for me?" Wu Hai stroked his small mustaches and walked upstairs with steady steps.
"Okay," Ling Hong nodded his head and answered.
After going upstairs, Wu Hai directly pushed open the door of the studio and walked in with Ling Hong.
At this time, there was nobody in the studio. However, it wasn't as messy as when Yuan Zhou came in the morning.
The sketches on the floor had been tidied up, and the floor was as clean as new. There were cups and napkins on the table, and the takeaways were all tidied up.
Only the easel was still in the middle of the room. Because the painting was facing away from the door, Ling Hong didn't see what it was.
Of course, this was all thanks to Zheng Jiawei. When he saw Wu Hai waiting in line for his meal, he left with ease. Everything was fine as long as Wu Hai could eat.
"This is it." Wu Wu Hai turned the easel and showed it to Ling Hong.
Wu Hai's painting was naturally painted on the canvas. This painting wasn't very large. It was 60 cm long and 50 cm wide.
There was only one portrait on it. It was the portrait of Grandpa Jia. It was Grandpa Jia's smiling face. It was colorful and bright, just like a real person.
However, upon closer inspection, one would realize that there was something different about it. There was a painting within the painting.
For example, in the wrinkles on Grandpa Jia's forehead, the figure of Grandpa Jia riding a tricycle could be seen, and the lines on his forehead were the marks left behind by the wheels of Grandpa Jia's tricycle.
The cheekbone looked like a mountain, a mountain covered with red maple leaves, and a small figure of Grandpa Jia was climbing the mountain.
Even Grandpa Jia's hair was a vivid and lifelike image of him rowing a boat in a dark lake at night.
There was also the scene of Grandpa Jia telling a story in the shop on the collar. Ling Hong even saw his own figure in it.
This was simply a portrait composed of many small pictures of Grandpa Jia. At first glance, the painting looked gentle, and Grandpa Jia's expression was kind and calm.
If one looked closely, they would be stunned and filled with disbelief.
"It's really well drawn," Ling Hong murmured.
"Mm." Wuhai nodded. It was rare that he didn't say much.
"Did he hang it or what?" Ling Hong asked.
Speaking of which, Ling Hong thought that Wuhai had painted a portrait of Grandpa Jia and wanted to hang it up as a memorial or burn it to Grandpa Jia.
Because Grandfather Ling had already said that Grandpa Jia did not have any recent photos, and Wuhai had the ability to restore Grandpa Jia's appearance.
Although it was an insult for an artist to say that his painting was as lifelike as a photo, it was Grandpa Jia. It was different.
Burning it was even easier to explain. It was equivalent to Wuhai giving something to Grandpa Jia, just like how a friend would burn food and clothing for a deceased relative.
However, this painting was clearly not as simple as a portrait. It was art. Moreover, it was an art that even a layman like him could see.
Therefore, Ling Hong couldn't bring himself to say the word burn.
"No need. Just burn it," said Wuhai faintly while stroking his mustache. He didn't look at the painting. Instead, he turned his head to look downstairs.
"Okay, I'll burn it to Grandpa Jia personally," said Ling Hong with a serious nod.
"That's good," said Wuhai.
"Um, I'll take the painting with me," said Ling Hong after a short pause.
"I didn't frame it. You can just take it," said Wuhai.
Ling Hong nodded and didn't say anything. Then, he reached out to take the painting. Ling Hong's hands were very gentle, as though he was afraid that he would break it. Then, he held the painting in his hands.
"Thank you," said Ling Hong softly as he held the painting. He didn't want to roll or fold the painting.
"It's okay. It's not for you. It's for Grandpa Jia," said Wuhai.
"Okay, I'll leave now," said Ling Hong. Then, he walked downstairs with the painting in his hands.
Along the way, some people craned their necks to look at him curiously. However, Ling Hong frowned and refused to let them look at him. He directly walked out of the street.
"Open the door," Ling Hong walked to his car and said to the driver.
That's right. Today, Ling Hong didn't drive himself. It was the driver who sent him there. After all, he wasn't in a good condition to drive himself. Moreover, Grandfather Ling was worried about him.
Therefore, in order to let Grandfather Ling rest assured, Ling Hong wouldn't drive himself for the time being. He also wouldn't go to places that were too far away.
"Okay, please wait a moment." The driver immediately got out of the car and opened the door.
Ling Hong held the painting and got into the car carefully. He looked ahead and said, "To the graveyard."
"Okay." The driver stole a glance at the painting and then drove seriously.
On the other side, Wuhai sat on the bed and looked downstairs. It was still lunchtime in the Yuanzhou shop downstairs. It was very lively downstairs.
"I hope I like it," muttered Wuhai.
"No, I definitely like it. After all, I'm Wuhai." Wuhai stroked his mustache and smiled confidently.
His expression was similar to Grandpa Jia's expression when he received the painting.
"Speaking of which, the name 'rice' is really weird. However, porridge and pickled vegetables are really delicious. I'll just have porridge for dinner." Random thoughts floated around in Wuhai's mind. His eyes were fixed on the downstairs.
Obviously, he was in a daze …
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