Guan Lang's appearance surprised the friends and old friends in the group for a while. They didn't expect that a guy who brags and chats in the group all day long would be so handsome.
Before they met Guan Lang, they even had some doubts about his self-proclaimed identity as a college student.
After all, his painting style is so mature that it is difficult for people to connect him with a young man.
Everyone had always thought that he was a middle-aged man pretending to be young.
So I was naturally shocked when I met him.
The three lesbians took recent photos with Guan Lang one by one, making a large group of single men very envious.
Everyone chatted for a while and saw that friends in the group were arriving one after another and were ready to sit down and order food.
"Yinbai" is a thirty-year-old middle-aged man with a beard on his chin and pigtails on the back of his head. He is also the organizer of today's dinner party.
Honghong liked the environment in the courtyard very much, so everyone discussed with the owner and chef Lao Heng and moved the big round table in the house to the outside of the courtyard.
There are very few people in Chunlin Private Restaurant, and Lao Heng works part-time as chef and waiter, so it's very casual.
At first, everyone wanted a menu to see the dishes, but after searching for a long time on the table and on the wall, they couldn't find it. After an introduction from a regular customer, "Yin Bai", we found out that there was no such thing as a menu in this private restaurant.
Because we usually receive regular customers, they all know what they want to eat, so there is no need for a menu.
Those who have taboos talk to "Yin Bai", and then he goes to order with the boss.
Everyone just waits for the arrangements to be made and we sit down to eat.
While drinking drinks, everyone began to complain about the recent downturn in the industry.
"It's better to be a well-known painter like Aria. Party A's father knows you are famous and comes to see you. Little painters like us are in dire straits. I haven't paid the final payment for the manuscript I delivered last week."
settle."
"Yes, yes, Party A now has a lot of demands, a small advance payment, and the final payment is not timely, and they always have to submit trial drafts, which is very difficult to serve!"
“Some are still unwilling to sign the contract”
"Yes, there are too many things to worry about, so I usually take orders from an agency. Although it is a second-hand outsourcing and a part of the salary is divided, at least I don't have to worry about the contract and the delivery of the remuneration. Even if
If Party A’s father skips the order, he will also compensate for the loss.”
"Then please introduce me to some guaranteed intermediary companies. I don't know much about these."
Offline gatherings like this among painters are still very necessary.
Because the group of freelance illustrators are relatively homebound, although it is easier and freer than ordinary work if you don't have to clock in at a regular time every day, it is also easy to develop psychological problems over time. After all, people are social creatures and have the need to communicate.
Moreover, offline gatherings can also exchange technical experiences with each other or share some industry consultations, so it is of great benefit to painters.
The scenery in the yard is very good, and sometimes a few small lanceolate green leaves fall from the treetops, carrying a faint fragrance.
The sunlight above the head reflects the framed mirror of the pink walls and black tiles, rendering the green sea-like blue sky so refreshing.
Guan Lang picked up the teacup, blew a few breaths, and sipped the pleasantly fragrant cooked Pu'er tea. He also listened quietly to everyone chatting about troubles in life and work, and occasionally interjected.
Of course, there wasn't much he could say.
First of all, he is still a college student and has not set foot in society. He has not been exposed to many troubles of tea, rice, oil and salt.
Secondly, his painting skills are superb, and the parties who usually take orders are those who appreciate his painting skills or painting style, so there are no such unpleasant things.
Naturally, there are not many topics to talk about.
Maybe because I saw him drinking tea all the time, I thought it was his first time attending a party and he was shy.
Honghong, who was sitting next to him, gave him a slight elbow slap and took the initiative to chat with him: "Aria, how is your puppet? I heard from the owner of that cattery that the puppet is not good at all.
He has no relatives and is very aloof."
Angry? Aloof?
Guan Lang's brain shut down for a few seconds, unable to associate this word with the abandoned house cat at home.
Where is the coldness?
However, after briefly recalling the appearance of Qianqiu when he first met in the cattery, he became somewhat clearer.
At that time, it was indeed quite aloof to outsiders.
Of course, now it's almost just that I'm short and hot towards him alone.
"It's pretty good. My Qianqiu is very attached to me, but she usually eats a little more. Now she's just over a year old, and she's already reached the red line for a Ragdoll cat's weight."
"Really? Haha, the cats in my house are pretty much the same. They are all pretty good eaters, so I have to distribute their food well throughout the day, or you can play small games with them and do some activities. Don't let them eat all day long.
When you are full, lie down and sleep."
"Yeah." Guan Lang understood deeply and nodded. "Recently, I take my Qianqiu out for a few laps at night."
Running at night? With such a big heart, you are not afraid that the cat will get lost? Honghong was a little stunned. Generally, few cat owners would take their cats out for exercise. After all, they are not raising dogs and need to go out for a walk every day.
"Sister Honghong, I would also like to thank you for the cattery you introduced last time."
"It's just a piece of cake. You can also bring your Qianqiu to play with my cats in the future."
The two cat owners chatted quietly for a while about their cats.
During the chat, Guan Lang discovered that some of Qianqiu’s quirks were also shared by many cats.
For example, they all like to sleep on the sweeping robot, like to hide things, etc.
Of course, Qianqiu's quirk of liking to watch animations is relatively rare. Honghong didn't believe it at first, but when Guan Lang showed her some short videos of him watching animations that he had taken before, Honghong looked a little shocked.
Nod.
While everyone was chatting enthusiastically, chef Lao Heng also served steaming dishes.
The first dish was roasted meatballs, just about ten meatballs, with no other side dishes.
The preparation of this Lao Lu dish is not complicated, but it is a test of the chef's skills. The meat filling is very tender after being beaten, and the proportion of starch is also just right.
Everyone took off their chopsticks and chewed the food.
For about ten people and one chopstick each, such a large plate of meatballs is gone.
Guan Lang chewed the meatballs and couldn't help but nodded.
The method is simple and the ingredients are not complicated. Guan Lang can roughly restore the ingredients and the amount of seasonings even by chewing it in his mouth.
But it is such a simple and unpretentious roasted meatballs that is particularly delicious.
Anyway, Guan Lang's cooking skills are to be ashamed of.
The next few dishes served are all relatively common side dishes, not as fancy as the big dishes for banquets. Although they don’t look too eye-catching on the outside, you can only taste the taste behind the plainness after you eat it. It really shows the skill!