Only after holding a banquet can everyone know that Jun Wan is back, and it is time to consider finding a new associate to help the family.

Old Mrs. Jun cut Jun Yun with a fierce look, something that had no view of the overall situation!

"You sisters are more concerned about the banquet." Old Mrs. Jun glared at her.

Jun Yun could only grit his teeth and respond.

In the private room, Jun Wan looked at the plates of exquisite dishes and put down her hands holding the chopsticks.

"What's wrong?" The meat bun looked at the dishes, "Do you don't like it?"

"No." Jun Yun looked at the waiter, "Just prepare it simply, the simpler the better."

This restaurant is taking a high-end route. It is the first time the waiter has heard this request. Where are some people who put the food they make like flowers and don’t eat, saying they want to eat simple meals?

Then what are you doing here?

But the customer is God, and the waiter left with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong with you?" The meat bun looked at her worriedly, "Do you have no appetite?"

Yes, she has no appetite.

The more refined the snacks she saw, the less she had. It always reminded her of the scene where the refugees rushed in that day hit the guard's knife and the hot plasma spilled all the dishes.

At that time, she was eight years old and one of the many princesses. Her stupid and incompetent father was greedy for pleasure and took her to tell her to understand the people's sentiments, but to look for new things outside the palace.

It was her first time to leave the palace. Outside the imperial city, there were countless refugees under the emperor's feet. The children were so thin that they were only bones left, and their eyes were so hungry that they were thrilled. She was frightened.

Every dish placed on her dining table was extremely exquisite and fragrant, but the refugees rushed in that day.

The scene was very chaotic at the time. The only thing she remembered was that countless people were sprinkling their blood on the dishes, and then they were taken away by the people who rushed up later, mixing blood and stuffing them into the mouths of the children who were about to die of starvation.

That day she understood what a bad emperor her father was.

She couldn't taste the food for years since then.

Until later she became the empress. When she led the army to fight in person, an aunt with round face secretly stuffed her a cracked steamed bun. The fine grains her child was reluctant to give him when she was sick. Her aunt said thank you for becoming the monarch of the Red Kingdom.

After that time, she tasted the food, but she still had no appetite for exquisite dishes.

She was still stuck in her memory, and the meat buns had already given a very reasonable explanation, "Is it allergic? Are these allergic? Well, that's not to be eaten."

The meat buns were delicious. Jun Wan smiled and said, "You eat first, I'll go out and take a breath."

When he arrived outside the restaurant, Jun Wan stretched and heard the arguments between several old men and women.

"This is a general's battle! You don't feel like you are drawing thousands of troops, and it turns out that women just can't do it."

"What do you know, old man? Do you think everyone appreciates the ink that is as rough as you? Wake up!"

"By the way, aren't you guys going in yet? The one in the Yan family has been waiting for us for a long time. They said that they had just negotiated a cooperation before. The guy was being ripped off so badly, and he is still apologizing with his son. Old man, I don't want to see you painting here, I just want to go and watch the fun."

Three people said you, I said mine, and there was an easel in front of them. The gray-haired old lady was painting. She was annoyed by their words, and she threw the drawing paper and turned around and started scolding.

"Half the people buried in the soil are still so long-winded. Let's go and see the boy from the Yan family. I have no inspiration for you to annoy me."

They stumbled and passed by Jun Wan, and there were a few useless pieces of paper and remaining pigments next to the rice fields outside.

Jun Wan pushed the wheelchair over, "Is it the painting of this world?"

"The painting is almost the same."

Jun Wan picked up a blank piece of paper next to her and put it on again to lift the pen.

In addition to her martial arts, what she is best at and proud of is probably her painting skills.

Wu Yi... Jun Wan pinched the pen hard, and it hurt so much that her lightness and internal strength were gone.

Jun Wan simply drew a quick painting and heard the meat bag calling her.

Eat and eat!

Jun Wan immediately put down her pen.

In the private room on the other side, Yan Shengsi sent away a man who would not teach his son and still carefully apologized in front of him. In the end, he did not sign the contract successfully. He had to find an opportunity to play with this man.

But now he has something more important. He changed his solemn expression to look at the guys with strange tempers.

"Several teachers, what do you want to eat?" Yan Shengsi asked with a smile.

"Boy, don't work hard, we won't eat your set!" The old lady sitting in the middle glared at him, "The three of us have made clear statements to you. Our works are not sold to your Yanjia, nor do you need to hold an exhibition. No one in the world can do it. Don't say that the profit is 50% or 50% of the money. We are not interested in it in one nine."

"We are not short of money." The other two old men also nodded.

In addition to the development rights of Nanshan District, Yanshengsi wanted to win these three hard bones.

But the three of them looked speechless, "I'm not moved by money, boy, get out quickly."

These three are easy to remember. The first three surnames of the Hundred Family Names, Zhao Qiansun, are all famous artists in the world. In today's painting circle, they are considered to be like Taishan Beidou, a living painter.

Paintings are worthless but hard to find.

Among them, the worst-tempered one is the only female painter Qian Laolu.

"Teacher Qian..."

As soon as Yan Shengsi spoke, she frowned.

"Okay, you eat first, let's talk after you finish." Yan Shengsi poured her a glass of wine.

Mr. Zhao and Mr. Sun looked at each other next to him. This old man didn’t want to cooperate with Yan Shengsi and had to come for dinner. Isn’t it just that this kid is really good-looking?

You can eat three bowls of rice with this face.

Her broken habit has not been changed yet.

"Yan Family, the three of us are so old, and we are really not short of wealth and fame and fortune." Mr. Zhao decided to make it clear, "We are no longer interested in these."

"What are the teachers interested in?" Yan Shengsi was not angry and asked with a smile: "What do you want? Maybe I can help."

"We?" Old Sun snorted, "No one can inherit the three of us. It seems that we have a good life in just a few years and are the most talented disciples. Can you transform us into one?"

Yan Shengsi's smile faded, and he slowly breathed out, "Teachers, have dinner first, I'll go to the window to take a breath."

And just across from them, the meat buns came out of the private room with Jun Wan who had finished eating.

When she walked to the door, Jun Wan took a look at the painting she had finished painting. After thinking about it, she felt that she still lacked the last stroke. She felt uncomfortable not finishing the painting, so she pushed the wheelchair to the other side.

As a result, the wheelchair was stuck by a stone.

Jun Wan simply stood up and jumped forward with her uninjured foot!

Yan Shengsi just walked to the window and saw a shadow jumping from afar.

He frowned.

What's the thing that was still jumping around with one broken foot?
Chapter completed!