Chen Yang waved his hand and said impatiently: "I know she is the illegitimate daughter of a big family, but how could a Japanese who has read books and talked about painting not recognize her?"
"This is not a Japanese painting, this is the "Six Persimmons Painting"."
"Chinese Traditional Painting."
Tim was speechless and Bai Ma Ningzi blushed.
Hakuba Ningzi said that Tang Wan, a Chinese, could not understand the elegant way of Japanese painting, but it turned out to be a Chinese painting that was brought up to argue, which was very embarrassing.
She was still a little unconvinced and argued: "You are talking nonsense. I have often seen it when I was a child. In Japan, there are copies of it everywhere. I have never seen it in China. How can the class be Chinese painting?"
Chen Yang smiled slightly, was too lazy to look at Bai Ma Ningzi, and explained to Tang Wan: "This is the picture of Six Persimmons in Muxi."
"Mu Xi is a monk named Fa Chang, Mu Xi. He likes to paint dragons, tigers, apes and cranes, birds, landscapes, trees and rocks, and people. He never uses color."
"His paintings were not taken seriously in China. Around the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, Japan's Kamakura period, they were introduced to Japan. Together with Song Huizong and the Yujian monks, they constituted the originator of the Japanese Zen painting school."
Chen Yang pulled Tang Wan closer, pointed at the six persimmons and said: "According to the Japanese painting school, these six persimmons are randomly arranged. The different ink, virtual and solid, yin and yang, and flexible use of thickness on each persimmon reflect the
The Zen state of 'everywhere is true' in still life works."
Tang Wan was stunned after hearing this, and after a long while she said: "Chen Yang, do you even know how to draw?"
Chen Yang laughed and said, "I use Baidu well."
Logan pursed his lips and smiled, shaking his head.
"It turned out to be from Baidu. I said that Chinese people don't understand painting."
Hakuba Ningzi muttered, but at least she didn't mention the Japanese painting issue again.
Chen Yang heard this and sincerely suggested: "Miss Ningzi, you should study more in the future."
The first sentence, "Have you never read a book?" and the second sentence, "You still need to read more," are just as close to pointing your nose at an illiterate person in person.
Hakuba Ningzi shook her kimono sleeves angrily and returned to the table.
At this time, Chef Ito has cooked the puffer fish and brought them out on exquisite plates one by one.
Delicate, translucent clean fish meat is arranged into cranes, peacocks, and the most classic chrysanthemum shape.
It's so delicate that you can't even put down your chopsticks.
Chen Yang nodded secretly when he saw this. Chef Ito is indeed a three-star Michelin star in Japanese cuisine.
Chef Ito stood in front of everyone and said a few words in Japanese. After the words fell, the people immediately turned around and returned to their original positions, as if saying a few words was more embarrassing for him than cooking puffer fish.
Hakuba Ningzi had somewhat recovered now, and continued to hold her head high like a swan, translating: "Chef Ito said that the tiger puffer fish has not yet reached its best season, but it performed very well today. Please try it."
After hearing this, Chen Yang raised his eyebrows and looked at Bai Ma Ningzi with a half-smile.
Logan and others were a little surprised. Chef Ito had been talking for a long time. Is that all?
Chen Yang shook his head, not intending to expose it, and went about picking up food for Tang Wan.
Tim glanced at him and whispered in Japanese in Hakuba Ningzi's ear: "Ningzi, do you think so? Chef Ito clearly mentioned the visiting son-in-law..."
Hakuba Ningzi also interrupted in Japanese: "An unlearned son-in-law dares to laugh at me for not studying. I scolded him in front of him and he didn't understand. What are you worried about?"