Monster Apartment

Chapter 54 Si Yiming: Cooking is fun.

Whether men or women, the feelings and experiences of people who are very family-oriented are always very warm and soft.

For example, it was the first time that Gu Bai was gently woken up by tapping on the quilt.

It’s not a natural waking up, it’s not an alarm clock, and it’s not a messy movement.

But being so normal, gently awakened.

Gu Bai shrank under the quilt, looking at Mrs. Spirit Snake, his mind went blank.

Mrs. Spirit Snake patted the quilt again: “I have fish porridge for breakfast today. It has been cooked up. Get up and eat quickly.”

Gu Bai couldn’t help shrinking from the quilt, then realized that it was wrong, poked his head out again, and nodded.

“Good boy.” Mrs. Ling Snake smiled and left the guest room briskly.

Gu Bai watched her leave the room, and was silly for a while before slowly getting up from the bed.

He didn’t reflect until he got up. He looked down at his cleaned hands and realized that he hadn’t slept yesterday and sneaked to the third floor to paint.

Probably it was sent back by Mr. Si, Gu Bai thought, pulling on his slippers and snapping to the main guard on the second floor.

New toiletries are placed in the main seat. The mouthwash cup is a model with two rabbit ears erected. The new towel is light blue with small flowers printed on it.

Gu Bai: “…”

It can be seen that Mrs. Spirit Snake really likes children.

Gu Bai thought for a while, and still silently accepted his assumption that he was still a cub among the monsters.

Anyway, as he has been able to make money on both sides of human society and the monster world, and can also support the cubs of his old father, he has always had the face to speak out.

Young talents are always the most proud of their parents.

Gu Bai felt that he could pick up a bargain to make his dad’s face shine. By the way, there was nothing wrong with brushing his resume in the monster world.

Gu Bai went downstairs after washing, but only saw Si Yiming at the table, who was slowly drinking porridge.

The light aroma of fish porridge fills the living room, with a warm taste that can be called “home”.

Gu Bai sniffed lightly and couldn’t help showing a silly smile on his face.

He stepped forward and rubbed over, pulled the stool away and sat down: “Where is Mrs. Si?”

Si Yiming replied casually: “Baking in the sun on the third floor.”

Mrs. Spirit Snake usually likes to stay on the large terrace outside the working room on the third floor, lazily basking in the sun and seeing the light. When there is no sun, she ran to the flower room on the roof, warm and fragrant, sitting in the flowers. Some small handicrafts.

In addition to being a sacred animal, her biggest hobby is to go to various children’s orphanages and children’s hospitals to give the little things she sews on weekdays to the poor babies.

The weather is very good today, the sun poked his head, and Mrs. Spirit Snake was lying comfortably on the large terrace on the third floor.

“Have you read my draft?” Gu Bai asked.

“I’ve seen it.” Si Yiming nodded, “She said yes.”

Gu Baimei drank three bowls of porridge and ate two more boiled eggs. He still felt not full, but he was embarrassed to speak again in someone else’s house.

He touched his stomach, just stood up, patted his butt, and prepared to go up to the third floor to carry the easel down, and then went over the draft directly against the real scene.

Si Yiming raised his eyelids: “Stop.”

Gu Bai paused in his footsteps.

Mr. Si stood up, went to the refrigerator and took out some bread and jam, and then educate Gu Bai: “If you don’t eat enough, you won’t be hungry.”

Madam Spirit Snake can understand how much the cubs eat during the growth period.

Back then, when there were plenty of spiritual energy and spiritual plants everywhere, the growth period of everyone was basically not long, but most of the beasts were fed by the lady of the spiritual snake.

So she also made some bread, as well as traditional steamed buns, rolls and steamed buns, and homemade jam.

Naturally, the raw materials used are Lingzhi cultivated by the group of rabbits in Penglai Mountain.

Gu Bai was dragged back to the dining table, and Si Yiming had already entered the kitchen, wrapped up Mrs. Spirit Snake and set aside twenty dumplings, and picked out 20 dumplings and threw them into the boiling pot.

Gu Bai looked at the bread in his hand and the jam on the table, and then at Si Yiming who was cooking dumplings in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but laughed secretly, with a small voice and a groan. The ending.

Si Yiming turned his head too far when he heard the movement and saw that Gu Bai was lowering his head and spreading jam on the bread, and the joy and joy of his face could not stop him.

What a foolish little boy, Mr. Si stirred the dumplings tumbling in the pot and thought.

As long as you get a little kindness, you can smile like a flower.

Si Yiming thought about Gu Bai’s smiling face, and couldn’t help but become lighter.

The human herd mentality is still somewhat reasonable. Seeing that the little boy is happy, he also feels happy and relaxed.

Recently, Mr. Si, who started to ponder the human psychology under Baihu’s suggestion, thought seriously.

There is also sweet chili sauce made by Mrs. Spirit Snake in the refrigerator.

Mr. Si picked up the twenty dumplings, took out the sweet and spicy sauce, and put them in front of Gu Bai.

Si Yiming has not taken care of the cubs, and he has long forgotten how much he had eaten at the beginning-in short, it is not small.

He looked at Gu Bai who had already eaten five small half jars of bread and jam, and he felt a little unsure: “Is this enough?”

Gu Bai glanced at the twenty fat dumplings and felt his stomach again.

Then he shook his head embarrassedly.

Si Yiming got up again and continued to cook dumplings.

Steamed buns and steamed buns and rolls are a bit more technical. Mr. Si can’t do it. He can only cook dumplings.

In the end, all 80 dumplings were placed on the table, and Gu Bai nodded to express enough.

Si Yiming did not express any surprises at Gu Bai’s appetite. He sat next to Gu Bai, squinting his face while he was eating. When Gu Bai ate the last plate of dumplings, he narrowed his eyes satisfactorily.

He said, “Last night…”

Gu Bai shrank his neck with a guilty conscience, and carefully glanced at Si Yiming.

When seeing Mr. Si frowning, Gu Bai “cocked” in his heart.

It seems that Mr. Si is really angry.

Gu Bai lowered his head and said in a low voice, “I was just… I was inspired last night, just…”

Si Yiming didn’t speak.

Gu Bai thought carefully about the point where Mr. Si might be angry, and finally cautiously tentatively said: “I won’t stay up late anymore.”

After speaking, he added in a low voice: “Try your best.”

Si Yiming was a little funny.

When Fang first met, he frowned, and Gu Bai was so scared that he didn’t even dare to speak. Not only did he dare to speak, but he also dared to negotiate terms with him.

Facts have proved that whether it is a human being or a spiritual creature, the four words arrogance and arrogance are indeed universal.

Mr. Si looked at Gu Bai, seeing that Gu Bai became more and more guilty, and he quickly thought about where he had made mistakes.

However, apart from not going to bed yesterday but quietly painting on the third floor, Gu Bai felt that he had made no mistakes.

Gu Bai looked up at Si Yiming, but was forced to go back by Si Yiming’s gaze, then looked up at him again.

Mr. Secretary is concerned about him.

Gu Bai knew.

Just because he knew this, Gu Bai had a particularly guilty conscience.

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai who didn’t dare to look at him. For a long time, he slowly said, “It’s not high to stay up late.”

Gu Bai was taken aback, raised his head to look at Si Yiming, and saw the obvious smile on Si Yiming’s face at a glance.

Gu Bai was stunned for two seconds, his eyes rounded in disbelief, and he looked at Si Yiming.

Mr. Secretary is actually scary!

Bad taste!

Gu Bai puffed up his face, suffocated halfway through it and went back.

He was indeed worried about Mr. Si, and Gu Bai admitted his mistake.

And Mr. Si is so pretty when he smiles like this.

Thinking like this, Gu Bai ran to the third floor and carried down the easel and his toolbox, then ran to the courtyard and found the rockery.

The stone stele is on the side of the rockery, facing the wall, unless you specifically turn around, you can’t see the flat stone stele at all.

Gu Bai stood against the wall, raised the easel, and began to adjust his draft to the actual scene.

Gu Bai’s draft has been formed. It is a simple line draft, which also includes a rough background. At this time, it is being adjusted for the actual situation and refined, adding the contrast of light and shadow and light and dark.

Gu Bai stood outside, and this adjustment took a whole day of tossing.

This is a painting that will be more biased towards the use of magic and color.

At the top of the screen, there are several branches of lightning that tear through the sky in a thick plume of dust.

Right above Xuanwu, a group of gray and black thunderclouds rolled violently. The huge rolling thunder shone brightly behind the clouds, penetrated the thick clouds, and was full of turbid oppressive auras.

Below, the water pattern is boiling and turbulent, the mysterious tortoise bursts out of the water, the tortoise shell is mottled, and the water flows like a waterfall. The snake is gently wrapped around the mysterious tortoise. Hanging slightly, staring at the black turtle, spit out a snake letter, with indescribable tenderness.

The mysterious tortoise was holding his head up and croaking, driving the boundless waters under his feet, setting off a surging wall of water, and firmly shielding the spirit snake that entangled his body. The tortoise shell on his body was covered with scars and cracks, which entangled his However, the scales on the snake’s body were delicate, without the slightest damage.

Gu Bai repeatedly adjusted the angle and details, and finally found it right, and made the final stroke.

The color hasn’t been splashed, but the light and shade are enough to present a perfect picture.

The thick water wall cuts off the sky and the earth, and the thunder will fall, and the beast that bears the sky under it is undaunted.

-There are even Xianxin distributing dog food.

Gu Bai looked at this painting and felt extremely satisfied.

He took down the drawing board numbly, and ran to find Mr. Si holding the board.

“Mr. Si, Mr. Si!” Gu Bai rushed into the living room, his whole being extremely lively.

He held up the drawing board in front of him: “What do you think about this!”

When Si Yiming heard the words, he carefully looked carefully, and his eyes fell on the mottled tortoise shell and the delicate and flawless scales of the spirit snake that were emphasized by Gu Bai with light and shadow.

The two are entangled with each other, and the contrast becomes more and more obvious.

Si Yiming was slightly startled, feeling that the ability of the art school who can paint to focus on the key points is different from the fighting school who loves to fight like them.

He really hadn’t found such details between the mysterious turtle and the spirit snake before.

“Very good.” Si Yiming praised sincerely.

He has a certain appreciative ability, but he is indeed ashamed of the details.

Gu Bai was so bluntly praised, he jumped twice with joy, his big smile looked like a small rising sun: “Then I’ll show it to Madam!”

Si Yiming nodded and watched as Gu Bai went up to the third floor holding the drawing board and didn’t come down ever since.

After getting the approval of Mrs. Spirit Snake, Gu Bai simply stayed in the studio on the third floor, and at the beginning of sleeplessness, he opened another draft and painted it.

Mr. Si had nothing to do, and found that Mrs. Spirit Snake and Gu Bai hadn’t come down, and tortured the steamer and the noodles of Mrs. Spirit Snake’s house downstairs.

When the lady who was preparing to cook dinner came down from the upper floor, she opened her mouth to spit out a series of ellipsis when she saw the steamer in the kitchen that had been tossed so much.

The author has something to say: Si Yiming: Cooking is fun.

Mrs. Spirit Snake: You are no longer my baby.