The master glanced at everyone and asked, "Are you all models invited by my eldest son?"
"Anyone who can hire seven or eight servants is considered to be a wealthy family." Zhang Zi muttered in a low voice.
Brother Wang lowered his voice and scolded, "Shut up."
The master seemed not to have heard, and asked them to sit down, while he talked about some rules in the house.
After Cang Fu heard about it, he asked, "Mr. Boss, didn't the butler say that dinner will be served at eight o'clock?"
The master looked at Cang Xi and was slightly startled when he saw the sunflower head placed in front of his table, "Look at me, I'm neglecting everyone."
The players didn't think the master's reaction was abnormal, they were surprised by Cang Fei's confusing behavior.
How big of a heart does this person have to be able to take the initiative to ask for a meal from an NPC in such a weird situation?
The master waved the butler down to prepare, set up a long table for twenty people, and ordered the people to start serving dishes to the guests.
The players had four cooked dishes and one soup, a combination of red, white and green vegan ingredients, and the oil didn’t have any meaty smell.
Sir, their food is a raw meat steak with blood on it, which is ready to be plated after being boiled in a pot.
"Thank you." Cang Ji thanked the woman who brought him food.
After the master called for dinner, he started working with chopsticks and spoons, one mouthful of vegetables, one mouthful of rice, and one mouthful of soup. The sequence of movements was shockingly even.
Although he ate at a vigorous pace, the young man's etiquette was beyond words, and his posture was as elegant as that of a noble prince.
The owner of the family across the long table was not slow in his movements. He cut up the red meat and stuffed it into his mouth. The blood flowed to his chin without even noticing.
The master noticed that the other players did not move, and his face became unhappy, "Don't you all like to eat?"
The masters sitting opposite the players looked up at the same time. They didn't rush them, they just stared at them with strange eyes.
"It's all what we like to eat." Wen Han immediately took a mouthful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth.
Sister Li noticed that Cang Xi could eat half of it without any problem, and she winked at Brother Wang, and the two of them started to eat.
When the newcomers saw that the old players were starting to eat, they all picked up the tableware and found that the food in their mouths tasted good, which reduced their fear a little.
"If you like to eat, eat more." The master said politely.
The players muttered casually and carefully ate their nutritionally balanced vegetarian dinner.
"It tastes good." Cang Ji commented after finishing the meal, and caught the butler and asked, "Is there any dessert after the meal?"
There was a moment of suffocation around the table. The host and the players all turned to look at him, with different expressions on their faces.
Not hearing anything from the butler, Cang Xi lowered his request proactively, "If it's inconvenient, a cup of tea with sugar will do."
The master was very pleased with Cang Xi's initiative and asked the butler to make arrangements, "Butler, go prepare it for the guests."
The master and his wife finished eating quickly, and then took away the youngest son, leaving only the eldest master in the hall until everyone had finished eating.
The steward called the players' attention, "Please line up, the young master is going to start selecting tonight's model."
Cang Ji put down his tea cup, stood up and walked to the butler. He suddenly discovered the fact that the butler was actually a little taller than himself.
He stared at the butler's face with some rudeness, but unfortunately there was no trace of disguise on the other person's face.
Cang Fu joked, "Old man, do you know the magic of rejuvenating youth?"
The young housekeeper knew that he had misunderstood something, so he explained, "Grandpa is sick, and I will take over for him next."
"It turns out we are really not the same person." Zhang Zi muttered softly.
Brother Wang smiled at him and threatened, "NPC can change its image at will, who knows if he is."
Others noticed this, but they were just looking at the excitement and did not come to interrupt. They were discussing where to stand.
Twelve people stood in the rooms they had chosen, with three people standing in a row every other person. The eldest young master's eyes swept over them one by one.
"You, you, you, and you, take two steps forward." The eldest young master pointed at Ye Chen, Su Chengwei, Li Wen, and Cang Xi and called them by name.
The other three looked at each other and followed Cang Rao two steps forward. The four of them continued to be stared at by the eldest young master as he looked at the items.
After comparing, the eldest young master made a decision, pointed at Cang Fei and said, "You stay here to be my model today."
"Are you sure you want to pick me?" Cang Xiu asked, blinking his eyes mischievously.
A flash of scarlet flashed in the eldest young master's eyes, and he warned, "Since you have been chosen by me, you should act more excited."
"Sorry, I have a question." Cang Fu boldly waved to the young master and refused to be his model.
"I know that the young master wants to draw good-looking people, but I heard from the housekeeper that you are a beginner?"
"Should I think that the young master's current painting skills are not mature enough, and there is an 80% chance that the painting will be destroyed?"
"The young master probably doesn't like his paintings to be imperfect. I'm sure my appearance is better than what I painted, right?"
Cang Feng is not boasting at all, but is stating an objective fact, which a group of players who have been stunned can testify.
Deliberately irritating the young master's immature painting skills, it is quite bold to use such picky methods to avoid danger. Most people really don't dare to learn it.
The eldest young master was silent for a few seconds, then sighed sadly, "Then I'd better not paint my face today."
I don't know if he was aroused, but the young master didn't pick the one who looked good, and pointed at the Lone Ranger who couldn't see clearly and replaced him.
"You're the one wearing all black. You are the model chosen today."
The Lone Ranger was selected, which made the other players somewhat relieved. After all, no one dared to take the lead on the first day.
It was just a matter of fact that the young master's aesthetics was suddenly bent.
"You come with me." The eldest young master didn't give the Lone Ranger a chance to talk.
The old housekeeper said before that the working hours of players are from 9pm to 8am.
Someone is blocking the way for the eldest young master, which gives other players a good opportunity to look for clues.
Seeing the Lone Ranger being taken to the second floor alone, Cang Fei's eyes narrowed.
If the young master doesn't pose enough of a threat, he doesn't mind sacrificing himself to become a model tomorrow.
The eldest young master took the Lone Ranger back to his room. His room was divided into two halves, and the decoration style could be distinguished by yin and yang.
The yin half is the bedroom, and the yang half is the studio.
"Sit on the chair." The eldest young master ordered.
The Lone Ranger thought for two seconds, and in order to get clues, he decisively walked towards the chair.
There is definitely danger, but the Lone Ranger has always been like this. He has no partners he can trust, so he can only take risks on his own.
The eldest young master gestured with the Lone Ranger's body with a pen, "Not bad, that's it."
The eldest young master warned, "Keep your posture and don't move. I can draw very quickly."
The Lone Ranger was asked to sit on a back chair with his head tilted back slightly, revealing his white pointed chin and elongated neck.
The Lone Ranger's body structure diagram slowly emerged from the young master's drawing.
What is different from him is that the Lone Ranger in the painting has a face.
He was a man with fair skin, deep eye sockets, heavy dark circles, and very cold eyes.
With an expression overlooking all living beings, he supported the wooden board of the chair with his left hand, touched his neck with the fingertips of his right hand, and curved his index finger to draw a clear blood line.
It only took the young master less than ten minutes to complete the painting, and the movements were completed in one go.
When he writes, he will inevitably leave ink, and when the ink smudges, it will look like the player. There is no need to waste time on constructing the curves of the human body.
"It's simply perfect." The eldest young master put away his pen and did not forget to praise it.
After the Lone Ranger heard that the painting was completed, he started thinking about it. As soon as his body moved, a large amount of blood continued to pour out of his neck.
