Feng Yuan's eyes were full of anger: "I'll give you a set of ancestral set meals, so you have everything."
Qingchuan suddenly sneered: "Hey, I didn't expect Ms. Sumo to care about me like this."
"But I don't need my ancestors. I live a very nourishing life on my own."
"You need an ancestor, otherwise your mouth will be twitchy."
The two of them didn't stop talking until they sat down.
It was difficult for them to eat, their mouths were swollen and painful, and it felt like torture to open their mouths and stuff in a mouthful of rice.
In desperation, Ye Lai could only give each of them a bowl of porridge and let them drink from it with a straw.
Qingchuan took a sip and sighed: "It's too difficult for me."
"Then just be hungry." Feng Yuan hummed.
Qingchuan's eyes fell on her mouth, "Is such a thin straw enough for you? Xiaoye Lai, you have to prepare a pipe as thick as a washing machine drain pipe for her, otherwise she will starve to death."
"Bang!" Feng Wan slammed the table.
The plates on the dining table shook together.
Ye Lai knocked on the table: "Eat."
The two people stared at each other angrily for a long time, then looked away and continued to drink porridge.
After a difficult and painful meal, Ye Lai called them to the study, where the painter Feng Yan invited also arrived.
The painter bowed to the two of them, but when he saw the two people with "strange faces" sitting there, he almost stopped holding the drawing board.
Ye Lai comforted her: "It doesn't matter, it's just two pigs that became sperm."
The painter swallowed, smiled dryly, and sat down.
"You two recall what the face you saw at that time looked like."
During the fight, someone's mask fell off, but the surveillance was not intensive and it was not photographed at all.
Feng Wan tried hard to recall the face he saw at that time, while Qingchuan fell into silence.
After a long time, Qingchuan said: "My face is thin and my cheekbones are a bit high."
"The eyebrows are very thick and dark." Feng Wan added.
Qingchuan said: "The mouth is thin, the teeth cannot be seen, and the eyes are not big."
Feng Wan continued: "She has single eyelids and is not very tall. She is just a little taller than me."
"My skin is pretty good," Qingchuan also said.
Hearing this, Feng Wan looked at him through the thin smoke: "Are you still touching other people's faces?"
"I slapped him, how could I not know?" Qingchuan explained.
Feng Yuan denied his remarks: "When I slap someone, how can I feel if the other person's skin is good or not? I clearly remember that the person who spit it out has bad skin, and there seems to be red bloodshot streaks on his face."
"It's your business if you don't feel it. Besides, do you have to touch some things to know them? Just like you, if I don't touch your face, I know that your skin must be smooth and oily."
It was rare to hear a word that was not slanderous to him, so Feng Wan forgot to respond immediately.
But the next second——
Qingchuan added: "If you eat so much every day and your face becomes moist and oily, your skin must be in good shape."
Feng Wan: "..."
I……
I almost spat out a national curse.
"Is there more?" The painter kept drawing on the paper over there.
"Has a pair of wind-catching ears."
"The head is round."
"You farted, you have a square head?" Qingchuan scolded her.
Feng Yuan gritted his teeth: "You don't care whether I heard you or not? I can say whatever I like."
Qingchuan rolled his eyes: "My hair is very short, as if it's close to my scalp."
The basic appearance is almost described.
The artist stopped the pencil, tilted her head to face the person on the drawing paper, and looked around.
She seemed a little puzzled.
"Are you sure... it's this person?"
When the artist unfolded the drawing paper towards the four people, the study became quiet.
Ye Lai and Feng Yan looked at the two people together.
Feng Yan frowned: "Are you sure?"
The study room was still in silence.
Ye Lai flicked the piece of paper with his middle finger, "Are you sure this isn't Crayon Shin-chan who has become a teenager and lived a miserable life, resulting in extreme weight loss?!"
Painter: "..."
Feng Yuan choked: "..."
Qingchuan held his breath: "..."
After a while, Qingchuan suddenly said: "But what we described is correct."
Feng Wan rarely agreed with him and nodded vigorously in agreement.
The artist tremblingly picked up the pencil again: "Did I... draw it wrong?"
We did it again, this time Feng Wan and Qingchuan even discussed it privately before giving the painter an accurate answer.
The painter draws the outlines with great care.
But after finishing the painting for the second time, Ye Lai took a deep breath: "Is this... Crayon Shin-chan who changed his career to become a killer?"
For the third time, Ye Lai narrowed his eyes: "Is this the unshaven and unkempt Crayon Shin-chan?"
It wasn't until the sixth time that Feng Shiyan, who came over halfway, couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Uncle, aunt, please stop ruining the image of other people's anime characters."
Qingchuan and Feng Yuan: "..."
They don't!
Helpless, Feng Yan could only take one of the pictures that they said was most similar to him and ask someone to print it, and sent people to start looking for this person on a large scale.
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backyard.
Feng Sicheng was practicing swimming, and Qingchuan came over slowly, not daring to get too close, as he was afraid that he would miss the mark and fall.
"My eldest nephew travels so well?"
Feng Sicheng surfaced, "Dad taught me."
"Do you like swimming?" Qingchuan pulled up a chair and sat down, squeezing the ointment in his hand and applying it bit by bit on his face and lips.
"It's okay." Feng Sicheng swam, "When I was a kid, I went to the zoo and saw crocodiles. I thought they looked cute when swimming, so I learned how to do it later."
"What an ugly crocodile."
Feng Sicheng shook his head: "It's not ugly. The alligator is very small and looks very cute. When the keeper feeds it a fish head, it takes a long time to bite it into pieces."
"Don't be so kind-hearted that you think that carnivorous animals are kind. All those animals are aggressive."
"Uncle doesn't like crocodiles?" Feng Sicheng asked.
Qingchuan nodded in affirmation: "I think they are scary and ugly."
AIs have always had good aesthetic standards. After all, they have been surrounded by beautiful AIs since they were young, so they will never find ugly species pleasing to their eyes.
Take Feng Wan for example, no matter how many times he looked at her, he would just and objectively think that Feng Wan was not good-looking.
This is not discrimination, just normal evaluation.
"You have to get in touch with it more and know more about it before you can understand its cuteness. Uncle can't always focus on the other person's weaknesses." Feng Sicheng said seriously.
"It's not just because of this."
Qingchuan screwed on the lid of the ointment, "The only time I had close contact with an alligator was when I was an adult. At that time, there was a river bank behind our mountain, and there were alligators there. They all said that this kind of crocodile is timid and not aggressive.
As time went by, I came to believe it.”
"Until one time I went fishing there and the towel hanging around my neck fell off. The little alligator suddenly rushed over and bit the towel. Then it did a death roll and almost wrung out my towel."