The entire restaurant is three stories high, each floor is fifty or sixty square meters, and the space is very large. The exterior walls are made of fire bricks, and the interior is almost entirely made of wood.
In an era without cement, being able to build such a three-story building was indeed very impressive.
It's a pity that there is no cement and red bricks, otherwise Yunze would like to knock down the restaurant and rebuild it.
There are many windows on the third floor, and the location facing the lake is even more pleasant. You can take in the lake at a glance. No wonder the Zheng family would try every means to rob the restaurant.
With this geographical location and the layout of restaurants, there are only a few in the entire Danyang City.
The wealthy daughters who came up did not compete with Luo Qingcen. Yunze arranged the easel that Ye Chen brought up and began to paint for Luo Qingcen.
This time, Yunze no longer painted a bust, but a full body painting, and also included the lake view outside the window.
At this time, Luo Qingcen was sitting in front of the window facing the lake. The sun shone in from the window, and she looked stunningly beautiful bathed in the late sunlight.
The faint golden glow made Luo Qingcen look holy and noble. The smile on his face made him look even more cold and beautiful.
Yunze looked a little crazy, but it was only for a moment, and he quickly returned to normal.
Luo Qingcen couldn't help but look deeply at Yunze. Yunze was the only one who could return to normal so quickly under her grace.
This made her a little more interested in Yunze.
The painting time this time took half an hour longer. After all, what I was painting was the whole body and the scenery. More pen and ink will be needed.
When the painting was finished, everyone was amazed, and Luo Qingcen couldn't help but curiously came over to take a look.
Look at my stunningly beautiful appearance in the painting, as well as the lifelike scenery in the painting.
She couldn't help but admire. She couldn't help but admire Yunze's painting skills.
"Master Yun, here is the poem you promised!"
Luo Qingcen looked at Yunze and smiled playfully. For some reason, his pretty face was stained with a hint of red.
Yunze looked at Luo Qingcen with a hint of thought in his eyes. He was thinking about what poem to give to Luo Qingcen. For a copywriter like him, he had a lot of poems in his mind.
But he had to come up with a poem that Luo Qingcen would be satisfied with and like, otherwise, he would be ashamed of the other party's help.
Yunze is not afraid of others saying that he plagiarized, because there are no Li Shixian, Du Shisheng, etc. in this world!
Facing Luo Qingcen's flowery smile, his heart lit up, and he picked up his pen and started writing next to the painting.
"The clouds think of my clothes, the flowers think of my face, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen you on the top of a jade mountain, I would have met you at Yaotai under the moon."
The people behind him began to read as Yun Ze started writing, and the more they read, the brighter their eyes became.
When Yunze finished writing the last word. There was shock in everyone's eyes.
A scene seemed to appear before everyone's eyes.
A woman dressed in gorgeous cloud-like clothes. Her flower-like face makes people seem to see flowers blooming.
The spring breeze blows on the railings, and the dewdrops moisten the flowers and make them more colorful.
The beauty of the sky and the beauty of the country are just like the fluttering fairies on the jade mountains, and the goddesses under the moonlight in front of the Yaotai Palace.
This scene, the Luo Qingcen in the painting in front of Zui, is so appropriate. This poem is so beautiful and wonderful, and it is a perfect match for Luo Qingcen.
All the wealthy daughters were envious of Luo Qingcen. They have the urge to put on their own.
Everyone looked at Yunze with burning eyes. Such a masterpiece, I don’t know how many talents it has to surpass.
I don't know how much more powerful he is than Hou Shenglai, who is the most talented person.
The wealthy daughter who originally admired Hou Sheng suddenly felt that Hou Sheng was not good enough.
Luo Qingcen looked at the paintings and poems blankly, her eyes blurred, and she murmured unconsciously.
"The clouds are like the clothes, the flowers are like the face, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is rich. If we hadn't met on the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moon on Yaotai. What a poem... Mr. Yun is indeed a great talent! I'm glad to be doing business with you!"
Luo Qingcen looked at Yunze with burning eyes, and the fiery emotion in his eyes immediately made Yunze a little overwhelmed.
Yunze laughed in his heart, the ancients did not deceive me, writing poems is really a girl's unique skill.
He knew a poem that moved the most talented woman in Danyang, who thought highly of herself. No matter how stupid he is, he can still see the deep affection in Luo Qingcen's eyes.
However, he didn't dare to provoke the other party. There was Luo Yanniang waiting for him at home.
He didn't dare to look at Luo Qingcen and quickly changed the topic.
"Who should draw next! Let's hurry up..." He looked at the other wealthy daughters.
Seeing Yunze dodge, Luo Qingcen's expression darkened, but there was determination in her eyes.
Quietly looking at Yunze who was painting other people, she didn't know what she was thinking of, and the corners of her mouth drew a beautiful arc.
Yunze didn't see Luo Qingcen's expression. He was concentrating on making money at this time.
These people all had similar requirements. They wanted to paint a full-body painting and a self-portrait. Everyone even wanted Yunze to write a poem.
Luo Qingcen, who was on the side, suddenly became anxious when he heard the words of the daughters. He opened his mouth to block other people's thoughts.
However, she couldn't find a good excuse for a while.
Yunze didn't notice Luo Qingcen's demeanor, and he refused to write poetry.
The reason is simple, I have no inspiration for the moment, I will talk about it later.
Just kidding, there were 12 rich girls who came with him, and everyone wrote poems. Wouldn't it be a big loss for him? He wants to use these poems to open a restaurant.
Luo Qingcen had to use poetry to induce her because he wanted something from her. Forget about these wealthy daughters.
Moreover, he wouldn't be able to bear it if there were a few more people like Luo Qingcen whose hearts were stolen.
When Luo Qingcen heard this, his expression suddenly relaxed, and his eyes towards Yunze became even gentler.
In this way, she is the only one who can be written a poem by Yunze. This is an honor that belongs only to her. Thinking about it makes her inexplicably happy.
She watched Yunze smile as long as Yunze painted. Even when she was there, she didn't forget to remind all the wealthy families to give them money.
Moreover, one painting also made Luo Qingcen go from twenty taels to forty taels.
Just as the name suggests, this is a full-length portrait. As the difficulty increases, so does the cost of painting.
If it's expensive, fine, then paint a self-portrait, or maybe don't paint at all.
The wealthy daughters were not dissatisfied. An extra twenty taels was nothing to them, and Luo Qingcen's words also made them feel justified.
Of course, the most important thing is that the more these wealthy daughters look at Yunze, the more they like him. I guess if it costs double the price, they will pay it.
Each of these women looked at Yunze lovingly while they were painting.
That look made Yunze feel embarrassed and helpless.
If it wasn't for the public and they were still reserved, they would have pounced on Yunze long ago.
Yunze started painting at the beginning of noon and ended at the end of You, and finally finished the paintings of twelve wealthy daughters.
One full body painting for each person. Earned four hundred and eighty taels.
In the middle, Fang Fu sent everyone a lunch and a dinner. A group of wealthy daughters are good at painting and are unwilling to leave.
