"Let's eat. What are you waiting for?”
Zhang Ruoxu looked at the stunned people and was puzzled.
"Old Master, this, this is too precious. It's not appropriate.”
Teacher He was at a loss.
It was no wonder that he was so cautious and nervous.
Those millions of dollars were used as a bowl to eat.
He didn't have such boldness and courage.
If he really fell…
That would be the end!
"What's inappropriate about it? Isn't this bowl used for eating?”
Zhang Ruoxu said matter-of-factly.
"What? Are you afraid that you'll have to pay for it if you break it?”
Zhang Ruoxu couldn't help but smile when he saw everyone's timid expressions.
"I have a lot of these things. I used to be Pu Yi's teacher for a month. At that time, I took a lot back from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.”
Zhang Ruoxu's words.
Once again, everyone was shocked.
"Old Master, is the Pu Yi you're talking about the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty?”
Teacher He asked.
"Yes, it's that kid. He's very naughty. I have to use my ferule to whip his butt every day.”
Zhang Ruoxu recalled and smiled faintly.
And beat the emperor with a ferule?
The few people at the dining table were dumbfounded.
Oh my god? Was this for real?
No way, did the old master really have such a strong background?
Could it be that the script was arranged by the production team to increase the viewership ratings?
Script my ass! Since the old master could take out these royal porcelain, what he said was most likely true!
That's right! I think so too!
..........
The old man's words caused a huge uproar in the live broadcast room.
No one knew.
Someone who could become the emperor's teacher at that time.
Was this the kind of existence he was?
However…
Such a person had actually survived until now and appeared in front of everyone.
All of this.
It made people feel particularly magical.
"Alright, I'll give this bowl to you little fellows. Keep it for dinner.”
He waved his hand with a disapproving expression.
In his eyes.
This was not some precious porcelain that was worth millions.
It was just a bowl used to eat.
It didn't have much special value.
Zhang Ruoxu said.
He stood up and scooped a spoonful of porridge into everyone's bowl.
"Alright, don't just stand there. Eat!”
Zhang Ruoxu spoke with a straight face, like a patriarch.
Old Master said.
Only then did everyone relax.
Then, he picked up his chopsticks, and the atmosphere became harmonious and relaxed again.
"Peng Peng, how does it feel to eat with such an expensive bowl?”
Huang Lei looked at Peng Peng and asked with a smile.
Peng Peng put down his chopsticks.
"I feel that the porridge tastes much better.”
he said seriously.
Peng Peng said.
Everyone burst into laughter.
The entire room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Breakfast was over.
Sister Zifeng and Peng Peng cleaned up the table.
Teacher He was called over by the director to discuss some matters.
Huang Lei went back to his room and fiddled with something.
As for Zhang Ruoxu.
He sat on the rattan chair in front of the porch and enjoyed the warm spring sun.
Not long after he closed his eyes.
He heard a rustling sound beside his ear.
He opened his eyes.
It turned out that Huang Lei had brought out a cardboard box.
Zhang Ruoxu watched him open the box.
After that.
He took out a few ink-wash paintings.
Then, he unfolded it, laid it flat, and placed it on the box.
"It's rare for the weather to be so good today. I took these things out to dry and cool them so that they won't mold.”
Huang Lei noticed that Zhang Ruoxu was looking at him and said with a smile.
"Old Master, how is it? My drawing is not bad, right?”
Huang Lei's expression was somewhat smug.
He had been learning Chinese painting for some years.
His teacher was also a famous person in the country.
His talent and standard were not bad.
The paintings he drew could be sold for tens of thousands of dollars at the auction house. It could be considered a small achievement.
Zhang Ruoxu stood up and took a closer look.
"I'm a little far from it. I can only say that I've just entered the sect.”
After Zhang Ruoxu finished his evaluation, he sat back on the recliner and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
His words.
Huang Lei was agitated.
Although his level could not compare to those famous masters, he was still a little weak.
However, at least he had some achievements and was quite famous in the industry.
Why was she with the old master?
It became a beginner?
Huang Lei felt that his self-esteem had suffered a blow.
"Old Master, can you tell me what's wrong with my paintings?”
Huang Lei was a little unconvinced.
The few paintings he took out.
They were all his proudest works.
"You won't understand even if I tell you."
The old man narrowed his eyes and said casually.
"Go get some ink and brush. I'll help you change a few strokes and you'll know where the difference is.”
The old man looked at Huang Lei and said indifferently.
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