Chapter 295: Dumplings are eaten while they are hot
Guan Lang and Qin Yanxi chatted on the phone for a while.
But because Qin Yanxi had to go to work in the afternoon, we didn't chat for long.
After hanging up the phone, Guan Lang was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong.
Right!
Didn’t you say you were going to teach her how to swim?
Why did it suddenly become like a family going out for the Dragon Boat Festival?
Although, he quite likes this feeling.
Going out for fun with people who know each other well will create a lively and festive atmosphere.
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Yesterday, there were still two books on animation design processes and principles left to be read.
Guan Lang was lying on the sofa, gently turning the pages of the book.
The only sound in the quiet living room was the crisp sound of pages being turned.
Reading books related to painting is not boring, and is much easier than reading books on architectural history.
After reading two books, his animation original painting skill level has been upgraded to level 1 (4/5).
Just by reading a few books, his skill level and experience have increased a lot.
It is about to reach level 2. According to his understanding, the animation original painting level of level 2 should be equivalent to the level of those weaker original animators.
Level 3 is the backbone of original painting, and level 4 is the level of famous original painting artists in the industry.
Level 2 can be considered a weak professional level to some extent.
And he has approached this level just by reading a few books. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has made rapid progress.
What he lacks now is the experience of actually participating in animation production, the learning of more techniques, and the observation of human body dynamics.
Putting down the book, he felt that his understanding of the original painting had deepened somewhat.
The doorbell rang outside the door.
Guan Lang trotted over and opened the door.
Qin Yanxi was standing outside the door, holding a big bag with some difficulty in her hands.
Affected by the gravity of the bag, her body unconsciously tilted to one side at several angles.
Guan Lang took the bag, held it in his hands lightly and weighed it a few times.
"So heavy? Did you do so much?" Guan Lang sighed as he brought Qin Yanxi into the living room.
A white figure suddenly jumped to his feet.
Guan Lang lowered his head and looked at the helpless Qianqiu, a little speechless.
Does this little guy have a dog's nose? As soon as there is the smell of food, he will immediately run towards it.
Does it know what this is?
"Qianqiu, come and give your sister a hug." Qin Yanxi leaned over to pick up Qianqiu from the ground.
Unexpectedly, Qianqiu jumped up nimbly, stepped on her shoulder and jumped onto Guan Lang's shoulder in an instant. The cat's paw gently greeted the bag Guan Lang was holding.
"It smells so good!" Guan Lang also sniffed gently through the bag.
The fragrance of rice dumpling leaves and glutinous rice, light yellow, and the sweet fragrance of pork belly are wafting out.
After swallowing his saliva, even if it was cold and not yet heated, Guan Lang felt his appetite was whetted.
She was indeed a woman with level four cooking skills as he had guessed, and her skills were indeed extraordinary.
"I'm going to cook a few first." Guan Lang, whose stomach couldn't help but growl, took the bag and walked towards the kitchen.
Qin Yanxi took advantage of the situation and hugged Qianqiu, who was put back on the sofa by Guan Lang.
She was considered an owner who had fed it cat food for three days and could barely hold it for a while.
She sat on the sofa and looked around the living room.
She didn't come to Guanlang very often, but the familiar relationship between the two didn't make her cautious.
The first thing I noticed was that the apartment was extremely clean.
She vaguely remembered that during the three days that Qianqiu stayed at her place, cat hair could be seen everywhere on the floor and on the sofa.
But in the living room here in Guanlang, except for a few white hairs left where Qianqiu had just been lying, there was no hair anywhere else, and there was no dust or shoe print stains visible to the naked eye on the floor.
Even the dust in some corners is scary.
Looking at this spotless hygienic situation, she couldn't help but say something in her mind: If a boy's house is clean and smell-free, he is either a transvestite or a gay.
Bah bah bah!
She covered her cheek and shook her head quickly to get rid of the terrible thoughts in her mind.
It's all just prejudice.
Yes, prejudice.
If Guan Lang knew that Qin Yanxi had been slandering him in her heart, she would definitely be depressed for a long time.
He was thinking that she was going to come home, so he used Tai Chi to clean the house and give people a good impression.
Guan Lang in the kitchen rubbed his hands eagerly waiting for the heated rice dumplings to come out of the pot.
The mist smelling of rice dumpling leaves gradually filled the entire apartment.
Smelling the strong aroma of rice dumplings, he gradually felt the smell of the Dragon Boat Festival in the misty water vapor.
The fifth day of the fifth lunar month is the Dragon Boat Festival. There are moxa sticks on the door and the hall is filled with incense. We eat rice dumplings, sprinkle sugar on them, and the dragon boat is launched into the water with great joy.
Guan Lang was a picky eater when he was a child and would not eat any fat meat, except for the pork belly in rice dumplings.
He later analyzed the reason behind it and thought that maybe he was too stupid to eat in a hurry when he was a child and didn't notice the fat meat mixed in. Later he found out about it and got used to it. In the final analysis, it was just hypocritical.
Guan Lang opened the pot and saw steam coming to his face.
Carrying a bunch of tied triangle-shaped rice dumplings and putting them on a plate, she walked out of the living room with a smile on her face.
"Sister Xi, steamed rice dumplings..." Before he could finish his words, he slowly swallowed them.
Because he noticed that Qin Yanxi had fallen asleep on the sofa at some point.
Qianqiu also curled up into a ball and fell asleep next to her.
"Are you too tired?"
Guan Lang thought that the rice dumplings she brought to him alone weighed more than ten kilograms.
You don’t even know how long it will take to wrap it up?
Gently place the plate on the table.
Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Guan Lang didn't have the heart to wake her up. He just silently went to the closet in the room to get a clean spare quilt and gently covered her with it.
He gently dragged the back of her head and stuffed the pillow behind her head with very slight movement.
Speaking of which, this was the first time he saw Qin Yanxi sleeping.
It feels very quiet.
Like a sleeping baby, holding the pillow tightly with both hands.
The lips are slightly open, and if you listen closely, you can hear very light breathing and indistinct mumbling in sleep.
She was lying on the sofa, her long hair like a waterfall slightly spread out.
Under the light eyebrows, the eyelids moved slightly, the nose was straight, the cheeks were light red, the mouth was slightly pouted, and there were two shallow bumps on both sides.
So pretty.
Guan Lang silently stared at Qin Yanxi's face for a while, her cheeks turning slightly red.
This was probably the first time he had looked at Qin Yanxi's face for a long time. At this moment, he actually felt that this familiar face was a little strange, and he couldn't help but feel a little fluttering in his heart.
"Yeah." Qin Yanxi suddenly snorted, kicked her thigh lightly, and lifted the thin quilt under the sofa.
Guan Lang was startled, but fortunately Qin Yanxi did not wake up.
He rubbed his cheeks and quickly got up to eat rice dumplings.
Zongzi should be eaten while they are hot, otherwise they will be cold.