Chapter 8 Cooking Wontons
[I really like this style of painting! It’s so cute, please urge me to update it!]
[I found a fairy lady. If you follow me now, you will be my old fan! ]
[Follow first! I love to cultivate! ]
[I love this sky-high braid! Madam, please update it soon!]
[You need to collect rent today too? Is your wife a wealthy woman who owns several houses?!]
The contents of more than a dozen comments are similar, urging for more discussion of the plot.
The number of fans has increased from 7 to more than now.
Yu Jingmo supported his chin with his right hand, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
She read every comment before putting the drawn flowers up.
After thinking about it, I closed my Weibo and drew two-headed anthropomorphic versions of three of the flowers, and they appeared as the protagonists in a new comic strip.
It took me more than an hour to finish drawing these.
She continued to post her freshly-made comic strip on Weibo and was about to take a look at the new comments when she heard a noise at the door.
When I looked up, I saw Lin Qingchuan who had gone out early coming back.
Behind him were two men in what looked like work clothes, moving several boxes off a cart.
Yu Jingmo put down the tablet and stretched his body. "Did you go shopping?"
She thought that a child like Lin Qingchuan would not be moved by external material desires!
But the fact is that no matter whether you are a man or a woman, the protagonist or the supporting role, no one can escape the joy of shopping!
Lin Qingchuan looked at the surprise and curiosity in the other person's eyes and took a deep breath. "These are your computer accessories."
Yu Jingmo was still sitting there, but he immediately stood up and walked over when he heard this: "Oh, really?"
"Thank you for your hard work," she patted the boy's shoulder, "I'll transfer the money to you."
Lin Qingchuan paused and said, "I'll give you the bill later. Where do you want to put it?"
The one who collects the money is in no hurry, and the one who gives the money is even less anxious.
Yu Jingmo thought about it, and finally said, "Just my room."
Her room is big enough, and she doesn't know when she will move out in the future. It would be difficult to keep things organized if there are too many places to put them.
However, Lin Qingchuan seemed a little hesitant after hearing this, and finally just nodded.
After more than an hour, the computer was installed, and Yu Jingmo first downloaded some necessary software.
The speed and smoothness of the software are much better than her previous computer which cost her tens of thousands of dollars just by hiring someone to help her!
Yu Jingmo was very satisfied, "What do you want?"
Lin Qingchuan was stunned for a moment, and replied calmly: "No, I'll give you the bill."
"Tsk," Yu Jingmo glanced at the bill and said as he transferred the money to him, "Why don't you think about it? There's no rush."
She patted Lin Qingchuan on the shoulder and said, "Let's put things aside. I don't take your good brother's words to heart."
Lin Qingchuan looked like she didn't put in much effort, but it wasn't very relaxing either, because she didn't like owing others anything.
Lin Qingchuan moved, but his words remained calm: "Try the computer. If there are any problems, I'll come back and take a look."
After saying that, he walked out.
Yu Jingmo looked at the empty door.
Do you feel that this kid is a little cold today?
The thought only flashed through his mind, and soon all his attention was focused on his "new love".
She had already received the drawing board she bought, and now she just needed to install it and use it.
After the board was ready, I immediately touched it a few times and instantly got the feeling back.
It’s easier to use than a tablet.
In a blink of an eye, another two hours passed, and a large ancient scene appeared on the screen.
It's just still a little rough and obviously not finely polished.
Yu Jingmo twisted his neck, heard a few "click" sounds, and sighed comfortably.
Lin Hui did not come back at noon, and it was still just her and Lin Qingchuan eating together.
Lunch was a proper Chinese meal, and Yu Jingmo felt very satisfied and full after eating it.
She was so busy that she not only completed the draft from the morning, but also finished drawing a cartoon.
This time it is not the previous Q version short story, but a short novel she recently conceived.
Of course, the artist must let his works speak for himself, and the rest can be discussed later.
It was almost nine o'clock. When the maid asked her to finish her meal, she just said that she was not very hungry and let Lin Qingchuan eat by himself.
When she is completely immersed in painting, she doesn't like to do other things, which can easily interrupt her inspiration, unless she has no inspiration at all.
Yu Jingmo walked through the restaurant without looking around, intending to go to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Although it was not late, she couldn't ask someone to cook a meal for her.
Taking a look inside the refrigerator, Yu Jingmo discovered that one of the refrigerator's freezer sections contained various packaged semi-finished products.
It was obviously prepared by the chef so that the employer could cook it directly in case he was hungry at night.
She took out a box of wontons and put them in to cook when the water in the pot boiled.
One box might be enough for an adult, but at this moment Yu Jingmo felt so hungry that he could eat a cow!
So she quickly took another box and hesitantly added it to the pot.
I felt it was about done, so I looked down and saw there were only a few left in the box, so I just poured them all in.
There is inevitably some flour on the wontons. As they are cooked, the originally clear soup gradually turns white and then becomes sticky.
Yu Jingmo was not in a hurry. He poured some water in and continued to cook.
The wontons were very small, but she was worried that they were not cooked through, so she added water three times and brought it to a boil before turning off the heat.
I just took a big bowl and scooped a full bowl. The dough had been cooked a little soft and some of the dough in the pot had become mushy.
"..."
It’s not a big problem, as long as the taste is good she won’t be picky.
The portion in Yu Jingmo's bowl was actually enough for an adult man to be very full.
So after putting the last wonton into her mouth, she chewed it unusually slowly.
Before she could swallow it, she heard a noise coming from the direction of the living room.
The Lin family did not employ many live-in maids, and there was no one on the first floor at this moment. She had just turned on the small light in the dining room, which was a little dim.
I didn’t feel anything when I was immersed in the food before, but now my scalp is a little tingling.
Plus, I ate too much and felt a nausea rising from my stomach.
She immediately covered her mouth and frowned.
Following the movement, I raised my eyes and happened to meet a pair of calm and deep black eyes.