After knowing that Wan Fu also wanted to try his skills, the manager smiled and said: "Actually, today's calligraphy and painting exhibition is not a competition, but an invitation for like-minded people to come and make friends with words. The important thing is to participate and write well."
It doesn’t matter if it’s not good. But if you write well, you can be exempted from the bill.”
Free of charge...
These two words made Wan's father's heart flutter, and he asked the manager, "Can I order something for free afterward?"
"That's right."
"Okay, then I'll join!"
When ordering just now, Wan's father thought that the roasted whole lamb was good. But the price was too expensive, and his month's salary was not enough. If he could waive the order, then Wan's father would definitely get the roasted whole lamb.
Down!
Under the dual stimulation of roasted whole lamb and alcohol, Wan's father picked up his brush and wrote a few big characters in a flash.
The person who just laughed at Wanfu thought he could see Wanfu making a joke and writing calligraphy like a dog crawling.
But I never expected that she... would hide it so deeply! Her writing style looked very sophisticated at first glance, and her handwriting was also flowing and flowing.
Everyone who saw it was full of praise. Then they became curious about Wan Fu's identity, wondering which master of calligraphy he was who kept a low profile.
Wan's father didn't pay attention to the opinions of others. All he could think about at the moment was roasting the whole lamb.
On the other side, Wan Jiaojiao and Grandma Wan upstairs had been waiting for a while, but still could not see Wan's father coming back.
Grandma Wan was a little anxious, so she muttered: "Why haven't you come back after being gone for so long? Jiaojiao, why don't you go take a look and don't let him get lost."
"good."
Wan Jiaojiao stood up and walked for a while. From upstairs, she saw the bustling hall below. The person in the center of the hustle and bustle was none other than Wan's father.
This made Wan Jiaojiao feel anxious and hurriedly walked downstairs.
At this time, Wanfu had completed the work, and the staff hung it up for people to review.
Wanfu had not touched the brush for a long time, but the moment he held the brush, the familiarity in Wanfu's body immediately revived, and he completed a work based on instinct.
Looking up at the calligraphy, Wan's father felt very satisfied. After that, he asked the manager next to him, "Can I waive the order?"
Although the manager was a layman, he still had a normal appreciation of art. He looked at it blankly for a while, then responded to Wan's father and said: "This needs to be evaluated by professionals. Please wait a moment, I will invite them.
.”
Wanfu thought it was a bit troublesome, but he could wait for the whole lamb to be roasted.
The person who just laughed at Wan Fu had completely changed his attitude and said very respectfully: "Sir, may I know your name?"
"Why do you want to take revenge on me?"
"No, no, no, I just want to appreciate Mr.'s other works after I go back."
In this person's opinion, Wan's father must be a master of culture. But just now he was blind to the truth and offended others. Now, he has to say something nice to make up for it.
But Wanfu doesn’t want to have anything to do with this person anymore, and...
Looking up at his calligraphy, Wan's father said: "I don't have any works, I just write them for fun."
At this level, is it still just for fun? How can that make other people feel embarrassed?
The manager had already led the appreciators to the bottom of the work. After a few whispers, he said to Wan's father: "Mr.'s work is by far the best in the show."
"Oh, can I order food then?"
The manager didn't expect that Wan's father's biggest concern was ordering food, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Then he showed a formulaic smile and said: "Yes, yes, then..."
Wan's father left in a hurry before the manager finished speaking. He had just heard from the waiter that the roasted whole lamb was limited. Now, he just hoped that all the fat and tender lambs would not be ordered away.
Seeing Wan's father's hurried back, the manager was stunned again.
Hey, this master is really good, but why do you always care about the issue of free meals? With his skill, would he still care about a free meal?
The manager was puzzled, but Wan Jiaojiao was already walking towards Wan's father.
When Wan Jiaojiao saw the strange looks in the manager's and others' eyes, she frowned and asked Wan's father with concern: "What just happened?"
"Nothing, it's just that Dad won a chance to get a free meal. Let's order roasted whole lamb! Besides roasted whole lamb, can we order anything else? We'll just order whatever is more expensive and take away whatever we can't finish!"
"ah?"
"Ah what, everything I said is true!"
Wan Fu said, walking faster.
Wan Jiaojiao was still confused, and because of her confusion, she walked a little slower. Wan's father was very impatient. When he noticed that Wan Jiaojiao was slow, he stepped forward and grabbed her hand, leading her to yell.
Sit back in your seat.
When the waiter was called, Wan's father couldn't wait to order a roasted whole lamb.
Hearing Wan's father's words, Grandma Wan couldn't help but widen her eyes and hesitated to speak.
Wan's father knew what Grandma Wan was worried about, so he said, "Your son has won a free meal. We can eat whatever we want!"
"Is this really such a good thing? Don't be fooled," said Grandma Wan, asking the waiter, "Is there really such a thing as free of charge?"
The waiter didn't quite understand what happened, so he chatted with the manager on the intercom, and then said with certainty to Grandma Wan: "That's true. Then, do you want more roasted whole lamb? There is only one left."
"If you want, I'll take a look and order something expensive."
Wan's father lowered his head and began to study the menu, while the manager raised his head and looked at Wan's father upstairs from a distance.
Well, this man's calligraphy works are really excellent, but... he is also really vulgar.
Just as the manager was fuming, a middle-aged man in a Tang suit came over and asked, "Where is the person who just wrote this work?"
The manager was very respectful to this man. He lowered his head and replied: "We have gone back to dinner. Sir, should we invite him over?"
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "I'm having a good time, so let's not ruin the scenery. Let's do it next time. Anyway, we'll see each other soon."
"yes."
The middle-aged man turned to admire the calligraphy work again. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Finally, someone took the work off and sent it to the place designated by him.
Wan's father, who was immersed in the delicious food, didn't know that his calligraphy treasure had been taken away. At this time, he was particularly looking forward to the tender little lamb.
In the end, the three people had full stomachs and carried many bags back.
Because there were too many bags, Wan's father's refrigerator couldn't fit them in. With no choice, Wan Jiaojiao carried several more bags back to her residence.
Su Xiaoai had just returned home. When she saw Wan Jiaojiao carrying so many bags home, she was stunned for two seconds before asking, "Why are there so many takeout boxes?"