Shen Nianwei's mood finally recovered, she carefully held the painting tube and asked curiously: "Xiao Chuan, where did you get such a perfect work from Mr. Lao Chuan?"
"I said I painted it myself, do you believe it?" Qin Chuan said.
"Of course I don't believe it! This painting is at the level of a painter. There are very few works of this level in the world. They are all rare treasures. How could you possibly paint it?" Shen Nianwei said.
"..."
Qin Chuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, then said, "Then why do you call the author 'Old' Master Chuan? What if he is very young?"
"To be able to create such good paintings, of course, one must be an old-timer with high moral standards and moral integrity."
Shen Nianwei said.
"..."
Qin Chuan was ashamed, thinking that he was too old.
"correct!"
Shen Nianwei suddenly remembered something, raised her eyes and said, "Do you know Master Lao Chuan?!"
In the teahouse.
After Qin Chuan and Shen Nianwei left, everyone in the room was still in deep self-blame, regret, and sadness, unable to extricate themselves.
One person's eyes suddenly lit up and he said suspiciously: "How did Mr. Qin know about the flaws in Mr. Lao Chuan's "Peach Blossom Ode" just now? Moreover, there is also a perfect version of it!"
"yes!"
Others couldn't help but think about it.
Just now, Qin Chuan's unclear explanation of the distortion of the font, the outline of the petals, etc. was as clear as if he were Mr. Lao Chuan himself!
"I see!"
The young man who analyzed the calligraphy and paintings said, "He must know Master Lao Chuan!!"
"That's right! If they hadn't known each other, they wouldn't have known each other in such detail! Moreover, they must be very good friends!"
"Damn it! We were actually slandering Master Lao Chuan's friends just now!"
"Damn it!!"
"Who can stab me with a knife..."
"..."
A group of people died and came back regretful.
Outside.
Shen Nianwei held Qin Chuan's arm and said excitedly: "Tell me, do you know Master Lao Chuan?"
"I am him..."
"Oh, don't worry, sister, tell me if you recognize her?"
"..."
Qin Chuan could only smile helplessly and said, "Okay, we know each other."
"Very good!!"
When Shen Nianwei heard this, she excitedly hugged his neck, kissed him on the face, and said, "Then if you have a chance later, can you introduce us to me?"
"Fourth sister, you are also a chef after all. In terms of status, you are not low."
Qin Chuan was speechless.
"You don't understand, but I just like it anyway!"
Shen Nianwei held the painting tube and said.
but.
Then a flash of sadness flashed in her eyes, and she hugged the painting tube tighter, as if she was going to lose it at any time.
"By the way, Fourth Sister, I heard that you are going to attend a charity gala held by the Chefs Association tonight?"
Qin Chuan said.
He was not interested in this appreciation party, he just wanted to help Fourth Senior Sister solve her troubles.
"kindness."
Shen Nianwei nodded and flashed a wry smile.
This charity gala was to donate money to the Children's Welfare Institute, and she was originally very happy to do so.
She was an orphan when she was a child and grew up in an orphanage. Because a fire destroyed the orphanage and all the other children were sent to other orphanages. She happened to meet the old Taoist priest and took her to the mountain.
Later, after coming down from the mountain, she worked hard and became a famous chef and a chef. She made a lot of money and often donated money to various welfare homes across the country.
but.
After she became the God of Cooking, she entered the inner circle of the Five Lakes Chefs Association, learned about the things inside, and felt that it was disgusting that they organized this charity party.
They held such a charity event with great fanfare, mainly as a show for the media.
Of course, this is normal. After all, if the money is donated, those orphans can have a better life, but only one-tenth of the money they donate can enter the pockets of the welfare institution!
In the end, most of them will go back to their own pockets!
What's even more disgusting is that they also encourage caring people in society to donate money, so that the money from those caring people also goes into their pockets.
It’s obviously a way to make money!
She refused this charity gala a few days ago.
As a result, the entire Chefs Association was against her, and she refused the Chefs Association to force her to sign with the Su family, so she often made trouble for her restaurant. For example, yesterday, she knew that the Chefs Association was responsible.
no way.
If you want your hotel to go smoothly, you must bow your head when it’s time to bow your head...
Shen Nianwei looked at the painting tube in her hand, feeling even heavier.
The reason why she participated in this appreciation activity was for the calligraphy and paintings of "Master Lao Chuan" because she learned that the old president of the Chef Association was extremely interested in the paintings of "Master Lao Chuan".
"Fourth sister, don't worry, I'm here."
Qin Chuan comforted her.
Shen Nianwei smiled and said: "I know you have grown up, but in my eyes, your brother, who has always been lovely, went back to the charity party. Don't talk nonsense. Those people are dark in their hearts. I'm afraid They're bad for you."
"……All right!"
afternoon.
Qin Chuan received news from the Ghost King that he had wiped out an entire family and was on his way to the second one...
night.
The charity gala was held in a five-star hotel.
The hall is full of fine wines, delicacies, suits and dresses.
Wine is high-end fine wine.
Basically, they cost tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of fine wines.
Dim sum is handmade by chefs and gods, and is used to invite caring people from all walks of life to donate.
The entire hall was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
Shen Nianwei asked Qin Chuan and Wei Ziran to stay in the lobby for a while. She was going to report to the association and settle matters in the hotel.
Qin Chuan looked at the people around him in twos and threes, drinking and drinking, and wondered: "This is a charity party? Why does it look like a social gathering?"
"You don't understand this. People who actually donate basically go directly to other organizations to donate." Wei Ziran said, picking up a snack to taste, "It's delicious! It's really made by the God of Cooking. Come on, You taste one."
She excitedly took out a snack and stuffed it into Qin Chuan's mouth.
Qin Chuan took a bite, curled his lips and said, "It's just normal, not that delicious."
At this time.
The person next to him was unhappy and frowned: "How dare you call me normal? The snack I ate was made by Chef Gao himself!"
Qin Chuan looked down and saw a sign where the snacks were placed with the words "God of Cooking, Gao Dehou" written on it.
"Is this made by the God of Cooking?"
Qin Chuan shook his head and muttered, "I thought the God of Cooking was as powerful as my fourth sister, why is there such a big gap..."
"what are you saying?!"
The man's face became even more gloomy.
"The sweetness and aroma of this snack are too deliberate, which affects the taste in the mouth and fails to integrate with the taste. You may feel that it tastes good in the first bite, but after the second and third bites, You’ll feel tired of it, and in terms of palatability, it’s not even as good as the one on the street that costs five yuan a pound.”
Qin Chuan shrugged.
Wei Ziran was already taking his third bite at this time, and said dumbfounded: "It's really... It seems that I can't eat anymore now, I feel a bit tired..."
She couldn't help but look at Qin Chuan with wide eyes.
I knew that he had great medical skills, martial arts skills, and studied Buddhism and Taoism, but I didn't expect that he also studied food so well and could analyze it so accurately after just one taste...