"Master Wu, your works have been increasing in the past two years. Most importantly, the quality of your works is improving instead of decreasing. Do you have any tips to share with the young painters?"
Wuhai was being interviewed by reporters. Reporters liked to ask if there were any tips. If there were, would they tell you?
Well, they really knew. Wuhai said frankly, "I get inspired when I encounter delicacies. A serving of Boiled Meat Slices and a bowl of plain white rice."
Wuhai was telling the truth. He felt that since he found the Yuanzhou Shop, he had become more and more proficient in painting.
However, he didn't know that it wasn't the food in the shop that improved his creative inspiration, but the shop itself and the customers who came and went in the shop.
"Could it be that Boiled Meat Slices and plain white rice have such a magical effect?"
"I think it's possible. An ancient Greek philosopher said that all artistic inspiration comes from life, and eating is an important part of life. It's totally possible."
"I'll definitely try it later."
They really started discussing it. Don't think it was exaggerated. The same sentence would give people different feelings.
In the hearts of the young painters in China, Wuhai was absolutely the existence of faith. Although he didn't have enough experience, his paintings were valuable and he was popular.
Therefore, it wasn't a coincidence that Zhou Xi admired him so much.
"Are you crazy? Stand properly and don't tremble. "Wu Lin reprimanded him.
Wuhai became obedient and looked around absent-mindedly.
"Xiaohai, is there any painting that you like in this exhibition?" Zheng Jiawei asked softly.
"What's there to be interested in? The painting on the seventh stand is not bad. "Wuhai thought for a while and then answered.
"It's a young painter called Bai Maoxin." Zheng Jiawei had memorized the names of more than one hundred and eighty painters present.
"It should be. Anyway, his Empire of Money on Money has exaggerated content and absurd colors. It's beginning to form his personal style." Wuhai couldn't remember names, but he could remember the paintings on the exhibition after seeing them once.
Wuhai was a genius.
Hearing this, Zheng Jiawei walked towards the seventh booth. Needless to say, Zheng Jiawei was going to represent Bai Maoxin's works.
Strictly speaking, Zheng Jiawei's main income came from acting as an agent for paintings. Because of the fame of Wuhai, coupled with the fact that Zheng Jiawei liked win-win situations, he had a good reputation and was one of the largest high-end painting agents in the country.
Wuhai naturally knew about this matter. In his words, if Zheng Jiawei didn't earn more money, how could he afford to raise his sister?
"How despairing …" Wu Hai retracted his gaze. If it weren't for Wu Lin beside him, he would have left long ago.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Wuhai was given the "permission" to leave. In the blink of an eye, he had called a private car and got on the car as soon as he left the venue.
"Roast whole lamb."
"I want to eat roast whole lamb."
"Roast whole lamb is my favorite."
Yes, Wuhai was also a man who liked to chat, especially when he couldn't eat. He clearly saw that some people in the group were discussing that Yuan Zhou had served a new dish.
The youth art exhibition was held in a grand manner, and there was even a live broadcast on TV and the internet. It was quite popular.
As the saying goes, an unintentional willow grows. What Wuhai said casually during the interview was indeed reposted by many contemporary artists.
It became a hot topic in an instant. Boiled pork slices and plain rice were affectionately called the artist's set meal.
The netizens commented that he couldn't be an artist, but he could eat the set meal. This was the closest they had ever been to an artist.
It was a pity that Wuhai didn't specifically mention the Yuanzhou shop's boiled pork slices and plain rice. Otherwise, it would be another popular dish, and the task would be completed.
Another wave of rewards. Sometimes, Wu Dahai was unreliable.
On the other hand, the other news was related to Boss Yuan.
"Spread the news of Teacher Yuan's interview to the Internet celebrity."
"This one and this one are valuable."
"As for the photos, Teacher Yuan doesn't like to take photos, so insert the photos of the kitchen."
In the magazine office, Wang Keyi wasn't as polite as he was during the interview, ordering the editor around.
When everything was almost arranged, Wang Keyi heaved a sigh of relief. He went to the corridor to smoke and rest.
The female assistant followed him and said, "Uncle Wang, I'm sorry for what happened today. I shouldn't have interrupted during the interview."
Wang Keyi and the female assistant were relatives, so he didn't blame her. He sighed and said seriously, "Let's not talk about whether you interrupted or not. Think about it. If Teacher Yuan just said it and didn't have any examples, how awkward it would be for you to ask him like that."
The female assistant thought about it and felt awkward. After hearing Wang Keyi's words, she felt a lingering fear. At the same time, she couldn't help but say, "Fortunately, Teacher Yuan didn't just say it. He did put in a lot of hard work and practiced many times."
"Indeed." Wang Keyi nodded and then asked, "What do you think of Teacher Yuan?"
"Teacher Yuan isn't as cold as the Internet makes him out to be. He's cold, gentle, and a little handsome. Most importantly, a man who can cook so well is definitely a national treasure."
The female assistant said with interest and then said with some disappointment, "It's a pity that Boss Yuan said he only cares about cooking. Otherwise, I would really consider doing it."
Yuan Zhou: "???"
Hearing the female assistant say that, Wang Keyi laughed loudly.
After finishing the interview, Master Chef was published on Saturday and confirmed that Yuan Zhou would be on the cover.
Also, Wang Keyi's previous interest in the ice sculptures was not an act. He had already taken a day off to see the legendary Nine Cloud Dragons.
Back to business, Yuan Zhou didn't immediately prepare the materials for the sculpture. Instead, he went upstairs to wash up and then returned to his room to read a book. Then he took out his phone to make a call.
"The rose cake should be good," Yuan Zhou muttered when he made the call.
The phone rang five times before it was picked up. A sweet female voice with doubt came from the other end, "Boss Yuan? How come you have time to call me? "
"I have something to ask," Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"How rare. Tell me quickly what matter you need my help for, Manman." Manman's voice was filled with teasing and excitement.
She wasn't excited. She had always been the one asking for advice from Yuan Zhou. This was the first time that Yuan Zhou said he wanted to ask her for advice. It made her extremely curious.
"Are you busy now?" Yuan Zhou didn't tell her the matter immediately, but asked her.
"Not at all. Boss Yuan, your matter is more important. It's important," Manman replied immediately.
"It's quite important. It's about making a cake. Do you know how to make a rose cake?" Hearing that Manman said she wasn't busy, Yuan Zhou didn't ask much and said directly.
Although Yuan Zhou knew how to make a few foreign dishes and also knew how to make dim sum from Sichuan cuisine, he really didn't know how to make desserts.
He had to find a chance to ask the system …
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