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He Yi'an's current mood seems to be that he just placed an order for a courier, and he can't wait to have it delivered to his home in the afternoon.
So he made an appointment for one o'clock in the afternoon.
When He Yi'an was preparing lunch, Shelley knocked on his door.
When Shelley looked at He Yi'an who appeared at the door wearing an apron, and smelled the smell of butter sauce, he raised his eyebrows and asked a question.
"Can I eat directly at your side at noon? You won't be charged for the meal time, don't worry."
Shelley was slightly taken aback, and nodded quickly, "Of course, I can order an extra serving of noodles."
Just as he was talking, he heard the sound of water boiling over there. After He Yi'an casually pointed out to Shelley where the slippers were placed, he quickly turned around and went back to the kitchen to get busy.
Shelley changed into her slippers, and when she walked indoors, He Yi'an was estimating the amount of noodles.
Taking advantage of his busy schedule, Shelley visited He Yi'an's studio and bedroom familiarly.
The ceiling of the studio is very high, and the whole space is very transparent. On the left is He Yi'an's living area, and on the right is He Yi'an's work area.
Because of the work, He Yi'an's room looked very messy, but this kind of mess was not that kind of mess, it seemed chaotic and orderly.
Shelley's eyes just glanced at He Yi'an's living area, and then he took the initiative to stroll around He Yi'an's work area. There were paintings all over the floor, and some paintings were even taller than two people stacked together.
Beside, Shelley saw a series of familiar paintings, which were exactly the words of He Yi'an's art exhibition.
Originally, Shelley thought that there were a lot of paintings, but now he stood in the center of He Yian's studio and looked at the paintings around him, only to find that those paintings were just a drop in the ocean, although the quantity was not many, but the quality was very good , is the kind that can be seen in a group of paintings at once.
Just as he was visiting, he heard He Yi'an shout behind him.
"Mr. Shelley, come over for dinner."
Hearing his shout, Shelley turned and looked at He Yi'an.
Stretched his legs and walked towards the dining table.
Even the dining table is covered with paintings drying.
Shelley stood by the side without moving, and He Yi'an moved all the paintings to the side with his own hands.
After making room, Shelley sat down.
After He Yi'an cleared the dining table, he immediately went to serve noodles.
He rolled the noodles into a ball and put them on a plate, and finally sprinkled some necessary spices, one plate in each hand, and one of them was placed in front of Shelley.
Shelley took a look at the food on the plate, because of the thick sauce on top, the noodles below were looming, and the creamy sauce contained bacon and shrimps, and when placed in front of it, it smelled tangy.
It was made by He Yi'an, I don't know if it was intentional, or if the artistic cultivation has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, the color matching is superb, in the white sauce, there are pink bacon slices, orange-red shrimp, and green spice sprinkles on top.
Shelley was about to pick up the fork, but was stopped by He Yi'an.
"Before you came, I wanted to drink some wine, white wine, would you like to drink some?"
The apron on He Yi'an has not been taken off yet.
Looking at the inexplicably "gentle" He Yi'an, Shelley couldn't help but look at him with admiration.
Originally thought that He Yi'an could only hold a paintbrush in his hand, but he didn't expect that he could also pick up a frying pan and make such an extraordinary meal.
Shelley didn't come half an hour early on purpose, he was very annoyed at first, thinking that if He Yi'an didn't finish the matter at hand, wouldn't he have to wait for him for half an hour.
However, he didn't expect that he would be able to have a meal when he came half an hour earlier.
After waking up, he hadn't eaten a meal yet, and now facing such delicious food, Shelley, who has always been picky, seemed to hear the sound of a rumbling stomach.
"White wine is fine."
He raised his eyes to look at He Yi'an, but He Yi'an turned around to pour the wine.
Shelley looked at the back of He Yian pouring the wine, and couldn't help asking: "Do you eat like this every day at home?"
"That's not true."
He Yi'an replied while pouring the wine: "I usually don't have time, so I often make do with a meal outside. Isn't today a day off? On a day off, not only the brain needs to rest, but also the stomach."
While pouring the wine, He Yi'an glanced at the record player beside him.
"Choose any piece of music, I just opened the door for you, I forgot to pick the musicHappy. "
Anyway, I won't be able to eat for a while, so Shelley simply walked to the vicinity of the record player, picked out some records, picked up one, and put it on the record player.
Soon, melodious music filled the entire studio.
"Shostakovich Waltz No. 2? Good choice."
He Yi'an only heard the prelude, and then said the name of the music.
Accompanied by the melodious music, He Yi'an returned to his seat with the wine in his hand.
Shelley picked up one of the glasses of wine, and watched He Yian raise another glass of wine in the same distance. He tilted the glass, only to hear the sound of the two glasses colliding, mixed in the song played by the record player, as if something special Same accompaniment.
He Yi'an smiled at him, then raised his head and took a sip.
After that, without He Yi'an needing to say more, Shelley picked up the fork, rolled up the noodles and sent them to his mouth.
Even the picky Shelley must admit that He Yi'an's dish is a classic.
Don't say this is at home, even if this dish appears in a restaurant, Shelley will remember the name of the restaurant.
The two didn't have much communication, but the music didn't quiet the whole space. Amid the melodious music, the two finished their meal slowly.
He Yi'an knew that Shelley was unreliable, so when the meal was over, he didn't even ask a question, and directly picked up the plates and cutlery that Shelley had left after eating, and threw them into the sink together with his own.
"Start drawing, I'm going to start timing."
When Shelley said this, he didn't look at the clock.
He Yi'an didn't wash the dishes, leaving the dishes there, and walked to the easel.
He stood in front of the easel, looking at the empty canvas, not knowing what he was thinking for a while.
Soon, He Yi'an moved. He brought a high chair from the side and a vase, and placed them casually behind the easel.
"Go sit down."
He Yi'an turned around and said to Shelley.
Shelley ate and drank enough, and his always difficult temper improved a lot.
He walked casually to the side of the high chair, sat on it, bent his left leg slightly, put his foot on the foot support of the high chair, but stretched his right leg straight.
It's obviously a very casual pose, but in He Yi'an's eyes, whether it's light, shadow, or composition, it's already perfect like a masterpiece
[The author has something to say]
Shelley: Music, wine, food, aren't we really dating?
He Yi'an: Cough cough, I also feel something is wrong when you say that (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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