"I'm not familiar with it. I helped my grandpa make soy sauce when I was a child, but the general steps are clear." Qin Yanxi replied. "What, are you going to make your own soy sauce? The steps are a bit complicated."
"Yeah." Guan Lang has already decided to brew his own autumn oil and will not waver.
"Sister Xi, why do you reply to messages so quickly every time?" Guan Lang said with emotion.
Qin Yanxi stared at the phone, bit her finger, and was shocked.
She set a strong message reminder for Guan Lang. Every time Guan Lang sent a message, she would be notified immediately by the ringing reminder. She had always been used to replying instantly, but now that she thought about it, it was indeed unusual.
No, I will have to wait for a while next time I receive a message.
Qin Yanxi certainly didn't want Guan Lang to know that she had set up a special reminder. If he found out, she might be laughed at. It would be too embarrassing.
Qin Yanxi immediately responded with an arrogant expression on her hips as if nothing had happened.
"I'm very busy at work, and my WeChat account is always on the computer. I was dealing with school work just now, and I have to take my first grade students to visit Qingye Design Institute in LS District on the weekend."
She didn't lie. She and a few teachers were indeed going to lead the first-year students to visit some design institutes and offices, including her father's Qin Zhu Office.
But in fact, the work arrangements were taken care of at noon. She was watching a TV series just now, so she just used work as a temporary shield.
Guan Lang nodded and didn't worry too much about Qin Yanxi's immediate reply.
"Since Sister Xi, you are busy on the weekend, I won't disturb you. I'll go ask someone else, right?" Guan Lang heard that Qin Yanxi was so busy, and was embarrassed to ask Qin Yanxi to help, so he politely ended the conversation.
"Wait, are you in a hurry to start brewing this weekend?" Qin Yanxi asked. "Have you bought all the ingredients? Soybeans, koji essence, and flour."
"How about you brew it next weekend? Have you prepared all the materials and bottles?" Qin Yanxi asked tentatively.
She was quite happy to help Guan Lang make soy sauce. This kind of activity would give her a sense of intimacy in life.
"It's okay, I'll just think about it this weekend." Guan Lang didn't expect to achieve anything the first time, so he would learn while experimenting.
Qin Yan hoped that Guan Lang could not be persuaded, but had no choice but to change the subject.
"but"
"I won't be too busy this weekend. I will take the freshmen to visit the Design Institute on Saturday. I don't have anything to do on Sunday, so I can go to your house to help you."
"Don't worry, you are clumsy and you will definitely get into trouble if you don't have anyone to teach you."
Qin Yanxi silently apologized to her best friend whom she had arranged to go shopping with on Sunday.
"My hands-on skills are not as bad as you say, right?" Guan Lang was unconvinced. "I made many of your four- and five-year-old models for you! Your hands are much handier than mine when making things."
"..." Qin Yanxi was poked in a sore spot and was speechless. She was indeed not very good at making handmade models. She always got the materials wrong in the order when gluing them together. But can making models be the same as making soy sauce?
She is still very confident in matters related to cooking.
"Then do you still want my help?"
"That's fine if you're free." Guan Lang naturally wouldn't refuse. It's definitely better to have someone teach you than to figure it out on your own.
"Then I'll go to your house on Sunday. I'll tell you what you need to prepare later, so you can prepare it in advance." Qin Yanxi hummed happily. "Also, the dinner party this Saturday will be moved to next day.
It’s Saturday, you should have time, right?”
It was originally agreed to be a guest at Qin Yanxi's house this Saturday, and her mother would prepare a big meal for him. Now that it has been postponed, Guan Lang is free to do so.
"I know. Let me tell you something. I have a cat. It's very cute. You haven't seen it yet, right?"
"Take a picture and see."
"Cousin, do you have "Cai Gen Tan" on the bookshelf in your room? Our Chinese teacher assigned an excerpting assignment. If not, I would order a copy right away." Wu Yazhen was writing her assignment on the living room table and suddenly raised her head and asked.
At this time, Guan Lang was still sitting on the sofa cleaning the cat hair that Qianqiu had fallen off. After cleaning it, he would go out for a night run.
After hearing Wu Yazhen's inquiry, Guan Lang thought for a while.
"Cai Gen Tan? I seem to have some impression of it. It should be on the bookshelf. Go get it yourself."
Wu Yazhen stood up and prepared to go into Guan Lang's room to get a book.
"No, you went to the wrong place. The bookshelf is in the studio over there." Guan Lang noticed Wu Yazhen walking towards his room and corrected him.
"Studio?" Wu Yazhen stopped, took two steps back, and looked at the unfamiliar mahogany door on the left.
She hasn't entered this room yet.
It turned out to be her cousin's studio? She thought it was an empty guest room.
However, doesn’t my cousin study architecture? Does he need a studio? Wu Yazhen is a little confused.
In fact, this is also a coincidence, because Guan Lang usually paints during the day when there is no class, and she was still in school at that time, so naturally she did not encounter Guan Lang painting, not during the two weeks she came here.
Notice the closed room.
Guan Lang didn't mention to her that he was an illustrator part-time because his cousin didn't ask. He said for no reason that he always felt like he was showing off. After all, he had achieved some success in his illustrative work.
For various reasons, Wu Yazhen has never been clear about the true function of this room.
Wu Yazhen opened the door curiously and walked in.
Turn on the light switch on the wall next to you.
The next moment, the dark room suddenly lit up.
She looked around with some curiosity.
There are several framed watercolor and gouache paintings hanging on the wall.
A few unfinished line drawings by Guan Lang were scattered slightly scattered on the table.
There were easels, printers, scanners and some digital equipment that Wu Yazhen didn't recognize.
Wu Yazhen felt like she had stepped into a serious office situation.
Walk carefully in the room, trying not to disturb the original layout of the room.
Are these all paintings by my cousin?
Wu Yazhen looked at the portfolio on the table and several exquisite and complicated line drawings with some surprise.
Although she doesn't read many cartoons, she is somewhat familiar with it because one of her little sisters often prints and copies two-dimensional illustrations, and each of these illustrations makes her feel breathtakingly beautiful.
This should be the level of a professional illustrator, right?
Wu Yazhen thought in surprise, looking at the various instruments and equipment on several tables.
Suddenly, the familiar cousin seemed mysterious and strange again.
I didn’t expect my cousin to be so good. Not only is he good at cooking, he loves physical exercise, he can even draw so well!
She felt that the works of Dachu painters that her little sisters usually copied were not as good as her cousin's paintings.
Wu Yazhen was thinking in her mind.
After two minutes of searching on the bookshelf by the wall, she got the "Cai Gen Tan" she needed.
"If Xiangjun were here, she would definitely be crazy about it." Xiangjun is her little sister who likes to copy illustrations. Her dream is to become a cartoonist. Unfortunately, she is still far away from becoming a cartoonist. For painting
I have great enthusiasm for appreciating Dachu's illustrations.