There was a very slight sigh, and no one heard it.

Just after hearing the second half of the sentence, Zhao Can said, "This is wrong."

"Wrong?" Ning Liheng looked surprised and picked up the magnifying glass to look over to verify, "That's right, I've seen Zhan Ziqian's "On Spring Outing". The brushwork and painting techniques of this painting are indeed the original works of Zhan Ziqian, and the rice paper is indeed the Sui and Tang dynasties. How could it be wrong?"

After retirement, Ning Liheng not only raised parrots, but also studied antique calligraphy and paintings. He himself also had many original works of famous masters. He can be said to have a high attainment in this area. He often studied with Qin Shixi when he was free.

Ning Liheng repeatedly confirmed this painting of Zhan Ziqian's "Steping on the Snow", and Ning Liheng said firmly: "Acan, you may have misunderstood this painting. This painting of "Steping on the Snow" is indeed a legend. Although "Steping on the Snow" has always been a legend, some say he has painted it, some say he has never painted it. I still have doubts before seeing this painting, but after verification, it is indeed the original. If you still have any concerns, I might as well call Qin Shixi now and ask him to bring "Steping on the Spring" to compare."

Zhao Can shook his head slightly and smiled, "Then there is no need to disturb Mr. Qin. You misunderstood what I mean. What I said was wrong is not that this painting is not the original work of Zhan Ziqian, but what you just said. You said that this painting describes the scenery of Chang'an."

Zhao Can touched the scroll, "Although it is a freehand landscape painting, not a realistic landscape painting, but..."

Zhao Can gently stroked the scroll from top to bottom, and passed the back of the woman in red in the painting, and finally stopped, "I feel more like Suzhou."

"Suzhou? Why do you say this? Let me hear it?" Ning Liheng's interest was hung up by Zhao Can. Dong Zhen took the teacup and handed it to Ning Liheng. Ning Liheng pulled the tea cover and took a sip. Dong Zhen took the teacup and put it aside, and said, "Acan, don't keep it aside, so we are all confused and don't know what you are talking about?"

Ning Ruan gave Zhao Can a blank look, "It's just a painting, it's not a profound philosophical problem. If you don't say it, believe it or not, I'll burn it with a fire. I'm so annoyed to see if you still study it or not." Ning Ruan said, sitting down and crossing her legs with annoyed.

Fatty Wang walked to Ning Ruan, "Mr. Ning, this is the case with antique calligraphy and paintings. You have to look at them well, otherwise you will lose a lot of money if you miss it. You can calm down."

Ning Liheng smiled and pointed at Ning Ruan.

Ning Nan frowned and looked at Ning Ruan, "Why are girls crossing their legs? Put them down for me. Hey, I said they were shaking."

"You have to care." Ning Ruan crossed her legs and lazily leaned against Ning Nan, whispering to the chair. Ning Nan was so angry that she gritted her teeth and did not dare to hit her daughter, otherwise she would not have been able to pass the Spring Festival.

"Female second-rate girl." Zhao Can glanced at Ning Ruan coldly with his eyes squinted, and directly called Ning Ruan a female second-rate girl in front of Ning's family.

The shaking legs crossed suddenly stopped, "Zhao Can, please try another word."

"I'm not shaking now, I'll cancel your title as a second-rate girl."

"...小! I'm so stupid. Tell me quickly, what's going on with this painting? I'm so annoying."

As he said that, Ning Ruan started to shake his legs again. Ning Ruan was impatient, and everyone studied this painting for a long time but didn't know why. Ning Ruan was so anxious that she really wanted to go up and burn it all, so that she would be done. Everyone went back to their own houses and looked for their own mothers.

Zhao Can kicked Ning Ruan's cross-legged legs and then pressed Ning Ruan's thigh with both hands, "Sit down, don't shake."

Actually, it’s a bit fierce, Master Ning is a little "scared". The Ning family is a little surprised. Zhao Can actually get it?

Ning Nan saw his good daughter's thighs being "touched" by Zhao Can, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.

Fortunately, Ning Ruan stopped shaking her legs and sat down honestly. Zhao Can let go, came to the chopping board, looked up at the shocked Ning family and said, "Let's continue?"

"Ahem cough cough...you said." Ning Nandao.

"Uh..." Zhao Can looked at his watch, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

"What's the point of doing?" Ning Ruan was upset.

Zhao Can smiled and said, "Ning Ruan, I'm a little hungry, just cook a bowl of noodles for me."

"I'm so annoying, wait." Ning Ruan stood up and called Fatty Wang to go to the kitchen together.

Ning Nan felt his face slamming by Zhao Can, and was surprised and incredible.

Dong Zhen was also so incredible, but Ning Liheng returned to his seat and sat down and laughed.

"What's wrong with you? Could it be that I asked Ning Ruan to cook a bowl of noodles for me? You feel distressed?" Zhao Can scratched his head with a confused look on his face.

Ning Liheng pointed to Ning Ruan who was busy in the kitchen on the right side of the study, "Acan, our Ning Master has never cooked anything for anyone, and I can't help it." He pointed to his son Ning Nan, "Ning Nan, you have to communicate more with Ruan'er in this regard. Look at others Acan, and then look at you, you are still a father, hey..."

Zhao Can said, "Secretary Ning, don't be angry. I really don't know that Ning Ruan dares not do housework at home and has never cooked anything. I... I'll tell her not to do it. Hey! Ning Ruan, don't do it, I won't eat it." Zhao Can shouted to the kitchen.

"Zhao Can, are you playing with me? I've cooked it all. If you dare not eat it, you won't get out of this door if you don't eat it, and wait!"

Ning Ruan yelled like this, and Zhao Can waved his hand and was helpless.

Ning Liheng just smiled and understood this in his heart. The misunderstanding between Zhao Can and Ning Nan before, and the relationship between the two deteriorated. Now, Zhao Can is probably doing this on purpose. One is to upset Ning Nan, but to ask Ning Nan to leave his wife every day, besides work, you have a daughter to care about. Look, now, you are a good person to me, an outsider, and it is worth reflecting on.

The four people in this room, Zhao Can, Ning Liheng, and Ning Nan, are all smart people. They all know the meaning of this episode, and even Dong Zhen knows that after all, if Dong Zhenning had no IQ in the Ning family, she would have finished playing.

At this time, Dong Zhen had to stop talking.

Ning Liheng also felt that this was nothing bad. Although his son was in his early forties, he was very mature in his career, but he was very emotionally naive. Although Zhao Can did this as a junior, he was also out of concern and hoped that Ning Nan would think about it carefully.

Ning Liheng is still very sure that Zhao Can is in dealing with people. In this regard, she is indeed mature than Ning Nan, who is dozens of years older than him. Otherwise, Zhao Can would not have been able to get along with all the big bosses in China and the rich second generation in just one year.

Since it was an intermission, Ning Liheng would not talk about family matters, "Acan, your aunt is here for the Di Emperor?"

Zhao Can glanced at the apartment in the distance, "It should be there."

Ning Liheng smiled, "After going back tonight, I told your aunt, and I said that Ning Liheng invited her to the house for dinner, so I will do it."

"I will definitely bring it there."

"You must do whatever you say, and you must do it."

"Old Ning, aren't you making things difficult for me?"

"You can't even do this little thing, what other noodles can you eat?"

"Okay... OK, I'll go out and take my aunt to come."

"Hahaha……"

"The noodles are coming." At this time, Ning Ruan and Fatty Wang came in with fried egg noodles and placed them on the table.

"Grandpa is eating noodles." Ning Ruan walked over to help Ning Liheng come and sit in, and said coldly: "Dad, Dong Zhen, eat noodles."

puff--

Zhao Can almost laughed and went back alive, which made Ning Nan and his wife look like outsiders, hahaha.

"Ruan'er, the noodles you made are delicious," said Dong Zhen.

"Oh, eat." Ning Ruan replied calmly.

Dong Zhen found that there was a poached egg on the surface and a poached egg on the bottom in his bowl.

He turned his head and looked at the bowl Ning Ruanduan gave Ning Nan. It was green vegetables and there was no poached egg. Dong Zhen did not feel that Ning Ruan was embarrassing his father because Dong Zhen knew that Ning Nan had a high cholesterol some time ago. The doctor suggested eating less eggs.

Dong Zhen accompanied Ning Nan home to talk about this. Ning Ruan left irritably and was too lazy to listen. Now, he looked at it and found that he was indeed a father and daughter. He was both stubborn, but he was particularly concerned about each other.

Ning Liheng glanced at Ning Nan and said, "Eat."

Fatty Wang is a rough man, and he eats noodles with a loud sound, and it sounds like he eats very deliciously.

"Is it delicious?" Ning Ruan asked looking forward to Zhao Can.

Zhao Can nodded: "It's not bad, it's a little salty. Try it."

Zhao Can grabbed a small handful and Ning Ruan sucked it into her mouth, "It's just a little bit, it's all Fatty Wang who said there wasn't enough salt, so I'll put more."

"I think it's just right." Fatty Wang said.

"Don't talk if you wrap your mouth with noodles, it's disgusting." Ning Ruan said.

Seeing Ning Ruan staring at his bowl, Zhao Can picked up another pair of them, "Can you eat?"

"I won't eat your saliva," said Ning Ruan.

Regarding how big the shadow area in my father Ning Nan’s heart is now, the 10,000-word grass and mud horse gallops so spectacularly.

In the end, Ning Ruan ate it.

Ning Liheng asked Wang Fatty: "Little Pangpang, you sound like you are from the Shanxi area. Why did you come to the imperial capital to celebrate the New Year?"

"I... I'll sell rice dumplings, and I'll go back after I've sold them."

Puff—

宁阮呛着了,喝了一口水这才缓过神,朝王胖子暗自竖起大拇指.

Zhao Can said: "Ning Ruan, I've given me too much noodles. I probably have to exercise tonight before I can digest it."

Ning Nan suddenly looked up at Zhao Can. If his eyes could kill people, Zhao Can was already a cold body. Now that he was at this point, it was a bit too much to dare to tell my daughter about sports.

"Okay! You'll go run later, run around the Forbidden City and digest it." Ning Ruan said.

Zhao Can nodded: "Well, I think so too."

It seems that I am thinking too much - Ningnan.

There is no way, my daughter, who is the father, is willing to suffer a loss.

In the middle of the night, each of them had a bowl of late supper cooked by Ning Ruan, and felt relieved.

"Can Mr. Zhao tell me directly now? If you are making a fool of yourself, don't blame me for being polite." Ning Ruan said.

Zhao Can nodded, and everyone returned to the chopping board again to look at the masterpiece.

Zhao Can stopped keeping it and said his opinion bluntly, "Mr. Ning was wrong just now, not referring to this painting, but to the painting you mentioned describes the snow scene in Chang'an. I think it should be Fengqiao in Hangzhou."

"Hangzhou? Fengqiao?"

Everyone looked at Zhao Can's firm eyes.

Ning Ruan thought about it and asked cautiously: "Acan, how did you see that this is Fengqiao in Hangzhou?"

"I... guessed." A serious expression suddenly raised an embarrassing smile.

“…”
To be continued...