Daddy’s Cub Is Three and Half Years Old

Redstone's affairs were not going well, and there was no news. Zheng Zihao frowned slightly, and threw down his pen irritably with a "click".

At this time, a sharp-faced and thin-eyed young man opened the door and said with joy, "Master! I caught a big fish!"

"Don't be too slow, just say it." Zheng Zihao said impatiently.

"The little one got in touch with the man who the master placed in Boyanghou's mansion."

Zheng Zihao was bluffed, "What did the person who contacted your father do? Are you afraid that I won't die fast enough?"

Shuncai hurriedly said: "The younger one has instigated the two men. The old man is old, it is better to follow the young man, not to mention that the two have shallow eyelids. If you give them some benefits, you will be obedient."

Zheng Zihao let out a sigh of relief and got up so angry that he kicked him. Hearing the cry of sorrow, his anger disappeared, and he still felt a little bit wrong in his heart.

"Why did my father send someone to Boyanghou Mansion? What secrets are there in Boyanghou Mansion? What I want to know is about Hongshi."

Shuncai got up with a grunt, pouring out all the words like beans.

"The youngest went to find Sangu. The third aunt worked in the capital to make a living. As soon as he inquired, he found that two people were in-laws with the Nanshu family..." Nanshu was the one in charge of the Zheng family.

Zheng Zihao frowned as he listened, waved his hand, "Okay, needless to say the process, you just talk about Redstone."

"The two happened to know about a little red stone. The master of this stone intends to use it to make money, and he has to give Miss Weiwei more than half."

Hearing this, Zheng Zihao was panting like a cow, and his face was not so good. He gritted his teeth and said, "Go on."

"The days have been almost two days. When today's group match is over, the master will definitely start preparing for the redstone. The master knows that the young master's career is not going well, so why not use the redstone as a favor, so I want to give it to Miss Weiwei. If so. Others have accepted the Zheng family's love, and everything will be done conveniently in the future."

Zheng Zihao fell into deep thought, and then glanced at Shuncai, "I usually see you as stupid, but now you are clever."

Why did Shuncai think of these words by himself, or secretly listened to the corner, from the two people sent by the master, and thought that this idea was good in my heart, so I used it by the way.

Seeing the master's satisfaction, Shuncai exaggerated a few words.

Zheng Zihao also secretly made up his mind, ready to use the red stone as a favor, and raised his head to Shuncai: "You are not allowed to say these things in the future. What else can you understand?"

Shuncai only agreed, and Xiao Xiao gave a flattering, "The little one naturally can't think of it, but the master is clever, and the little one is just helping him to say it."

The female official Wang announced the start of the second round of competition.

The second round is to appreciate the classics and paintings. Each person chooses two, one is brought by himself, and the other is selected from the remaining ninety-nine. True and false are arbitrary, rewards can be said to be good or not, and even the subtleties of imitation of fakes can be said, which is more casual.

Song Xuewei was the first to say that she was talking about the painting by Master Wen Zong.

Master Wenzong is good at mountains and rivers, and prefers cascading hills and ridges to mountains than majestic mountains.

Song Xuewei smiled and Yingying pointed out this point. She didn't touch the painting with her hands, she was very cherish and only pointed at it.

After talking about the mountains, I went to talk about the water, talking about the preferences and characteristics of the paintings of Master Wen Zong, and I can see that I have worked hard. The tone is calm, the voice is crisp, the corners of the lips are smiling, and the writing is brilliant, which makes people smile when they hear it.

Song Shubai listened for a while, and saw Song Xuewei's brows slowly curled up after she finished speaking.

He wrote a letter to Weiwei. In addition to saying that the painting is a fake painting and the real painting in the box, he also mentioned the characteristics of this painting and the flaws of the fake painting. This painting was copied by him personally. People know better than him. However, Weiwei did not say what was in the letter.

Not knowing whether it was a loss or some other emotion, Song Shubai didn't want to talk much.

After Song Xuewei finished talking about the painting, she wanted to pick another item in a blink of an eye.

Everyone was wondering whether she would pick a painting or a book, but Song Xuewei went to the porcelain place in a blink of an eye and picked the simmering plate. Everyone was a little surprised for a while.

The dishes that Ran Ran took were not genuine, but imitations, but Ran Ran liked it very much.

Song Xuewei picked out the shortcomings one by one, and criticized the entire dish, from culture to history to art, there would be no grapes, which is very inconsistent with history, and a dish has no cultural heritage. As for the aesthetic value, it is inferior to the book. Bottles for painting flower arrangements are not as good as they are naturally at the bottom.

It happens to be gentle, harmonious, and euphemistic. Everyone didn't think it was too much, but Ran Ran was very angry.

Ran Ran was very angry, really angry.

For the first time since the group match, the child was so angry that his cheeks were bulging and his whole body burst into flames.

The system felt arrogant and comforted her. It was a fake painting. Song Shubai didn't tell her where the weakness was, but directly pointed it out to embarrass the bad boy.

In the system space, the system heard the child whispered: The female official said that she should pick a familiar one, bring her, and another unfamiliar one. If you are unfamiliar, pick any one you like. But Ran Ran recognized the painting, as Uncle Dan had said.

The system froze for a moment, and noticed the child's entanglement.

Everyone picks two, one is familiar, and the other is unfamiliar. If she picks two that she recognizes, the child feels that she is taking advantage.

Pooh! How can it be completely fair! Isn’t it Song Xuewei who takes the most advantage? Rebirth is great, who can be better than her.

The system started to hesitate, hesitating whether to tell the child the truth or not, but the little face of Zai brightened up, as if he had made a decision.

At this moment, Song Xuewei finished speaking and sat down, and it was her turn.

The child arrogantly walked to his plate, "This is good."

Bad boy said bad! Ran Ran feels good! I won't listen!

Everyone's expressions were a bit stunned. The dish was approved from beginning to end just a moment ago, and everyone didn't expect Ran Ran to pick this one.

Ran Ran said: "This can be filled with shrimps, stacked in a circle with chopped green onions around it, it looks good."

"This can also put fruit, here are two grapes, here is a small piece of watermelon..."

Ran Ran said one by one according to the pattern on the plate, which pattern corresponds to which fruit, and then nodded, "It's very beautiful!"

Everyone imagined according to what Ran Ran said, on the bright white porcelain plate, the freshly washed fruits are still covered with dew, purple grapes, red watermelon...corresponding to the melons and fruits printed on the porcelain plate, like the shadow of a tree in the water. Like the trees on the shore, they are interdependent and each fruit has a bright shadow.

It's really novel, it's fresh, it's really good-looking.

Everyone is accustomed to admiring objects from their appearance, such as porcelain vases with flower arrangements, glazed paintings on porcelain vases, and ice patterns formed by porcelain. What's more, we can make a deeper analysis based on the time of the time.

Ran Ran This is so straightforward and simple, it's unprecedented.

Deng Dan felt good, so people took the cut melons and fruits and placed them one by one.

The melons and fruits were not eaten, but they attracted everyone to watch.

Following the train of thought, not only melons and fruits, but also a lot of other things. Mooncakes on Mid-Autumn Festival, which contain "fruits", are also very good.

Ran Ran is a child who loves to eat and is also a curious child. In fact, some of them have never eaten, but after reading the recipes of Grandpa Gao, Ran Ran still has some thoughts about eating.

The ones that have not been eaten may be delicious.

After Ran Ran finished speaking, she said she was greedy, and couldn't help touching her belly. Deng Dan smiled and divided the melons and fruits that were not on the plate by the way, and gave Ran Ran the big ones. After answering, he can eat them on the table. .

The child is a little bit happy, but still angry, not so angry anymore.

After she finished talking, she walked to the painting by Master Wen Zong, and said in a loud voice: "Choose this one."

Kang Mao contemptuously curled his mouth, his voice was neither high nor low, "It's not desirable to pick up people's teeth. You can't say anything to others."

It can't be said to be serious.

Ran Ran thought for a while, and instantly relieved his heart, not heavy.

The bad boy said it was true, Ran Ran said it was false. It's not heavy.

Ran Ran pointed to the painting and said, "This is fake."

There was a buzzing conversation around instantly.

"What does this kid say?"

"How could it be fake?"

Kang Mao said: "Song Ran, if you don't want to answer the questions, you can, you can't destroy the competition."

Song Xuewei bit her lip, "Is it too much what I said before? I picked a plate like that, but then I have to choose a painting, but unfortunately the painting is almost what I said."

"This kid is quite grudge!" someone said.

Ran Ran was at a loss as he listened to the surrounding questions, and pointed to the painting in a daze and stubbornly: "It's fake."

Zhang Xiu couldn't see it, and asked Ran Ran gently, "Why do you think it's fake?"

Ran Ran was a little embarrassed, "It's really expensive, but the fake doesn't look too expensive."

The system sighed.

He was also a little confused about Ran Ran's talent.

In fact, it is reasonable to say that in a novel, the protagonist and the villain are better. Ran Ran, a cannon fodder who can't survive the second episode, logically does not have any special talents, nor can it be said to be stupid. Probably, there is a real child with soft and shining light in the big world.

Not genius, not stupid, weak in certain areas, more intelligent in certain areas. It is not that there should be no talent, but that there should be no talent that can compete with the heroine.

In this competition, Ranran's talent played a big role, which is totally unreasonable.

The system didn't take this seriously, so now I have to take it seriously.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out, so I had to give up temporarily. Regardless, it's a good thing anyway.

Zhang Xiu smiled, "This feeling is not good, there must be evidence."

Ran Ran stared at the painting for a while, pointed to the poem in the lower right corner, and said seriously: "This one looks fluttering, soft."

The little hand touched his chin and pretended to walk about twice seriously, and one finger poked the hill on the drawing, "This is not floating, this quiet, like the sky at night."

Song Shubai was hit again, why didn't Ran Ran say that he taught it! Did Ran Ran forget it?

No, isn’t this painting a real one?

Far away, Song Shubai couldn't see the painting clearly.

The difference between the real painting and the fake painting is actually in the poem in the lower right corner. The last word of the last sentence of that poem is in the wrong stroke order. The word "天" first writes a stroke on the right, and then writes a stroke on the left, even if it is described. Similar to the original painting, comparing the two paintings, you can still see a little clue.

Ran Ran did not say that stroke order, Ran Ran did not say that stroke, Ran Ran did not say that 捺.

Gone, where is it?

He just faked the painting to the end and felt it was too perfect. He got excited and got the stroke order wrong.

Zhang Xiu didn't really believe in Ran Ran, but thinking of Ran Ran's excellent performance in the first round, he got up and went there in person.

He looked at the poem that Ran Ran pointed at, carefully examined it for a while, then looked at the mountain on the painting, and observed it quietly for a while.

I don't know if it is an illusion, as if the two-phase style is really slightly different.

Zhang Xiu couldn't help frowning, leaning close to the painting, observing little by little.

The surrounding voices faded, and slowly became quiet.

Everyone looked at Zhang Xiu intently, with only one thought in their hearts--

Isn't this painting real or fake? !