The sketch is very fast, and it takes time to repair it. Qin Guanglin was stuck in the studio for an afternoon, and it was only in the evening that he felt relieved to put away his pen and appreciate his finally completed work.

The person on the painting is wearing a small floral apron, his hair is tied behind his head, and a small strand of hair is hanging down on his forehead. He holds a shovel in one hand and holds a pot in the other. He can see some smile on his face, and he looks relaxed and happy and is cooking.

Qin Guanglin also thought about what his future partner would look like, like blond hair, black silk, big waves, long legs, plump buttocks, slim waist, etc. He also thought about these things that young people often fantasize about, and thought it would be better to find one like that.

At this moment, Qin Guanglin suddenly realized that what is the best is not gorgeous and enchanting, but long-lasting water.

The outside is empty, even if she eats a fat man of 200 pounds, that's the best.

Such a good person cannot let go. If you miss it, you will never meet a second person... Qin Guanglin suddenly felt that the two of them were progressing a little slower, and he had the urge to tie her tightly around him.

"It's time to eat." Qin's mother knocked on the door.

"Here you come."

Qin Guanglin put down his pen and walked out of the studio. Supper was made of fried dough sticks and watermelons bought by Qin's mother.

He took a bite with the fried dough sticks, hesitated for a moment and spoke: "Mom."

"Um?"

"What's wrong with marrying me?" Qin Guanglin looked at Qin's mother.

Qin's mother held the fried dough sticks and suspected that she had heard it wrong, "What?"

"What's wrong with me marrying me?" Qin Guanglin said again.

“…”

“…”

"Then why do you have to talk to others?" Qin Ma frowned, not sure what he was wrong with, "What's the use of telling me?"

"Just... don't you agree?" Qin Guanglin was a little confused by Qin's mother's words. He must have to say such things to his family, right?

"Then do I want to disagree?" Qin's mother took a bite of the watermelon, leaned against the chair, and put on the faces of the melon-eating crowd.

"..." Qin Guanglin scratched his head, "Then I want to marry you too. If you agree or not, I will marry you."

"Then tell me a big deal." Qin's mother rolled her eyes, "You may not agree if you want to marry someone."

"I don't care, you have to help me." Qin Guanglin took a big bite of fried dough sticks. He had already made it difficult and became shameless. "That's your future daughter-in-law."

"Are you sure it's her?"

"Sure."

"Don't regret it?"

"No regrets."

"If you like it, go chase me, I won't interfere with you." Qin's mother sighed, "Why are you a good girl? If you want to marry someone, you have to be nice to them."

"Did you see it too?" Qin Guanglin smiled as he bit the fried dough sticks, "I don't think there is anything better."

"I saw it at first sight." Qin Ma looked disdainful, "I ate more salt than you eat, and my eyes are no better than you?"

"Then give me some advice." Qin Guanglin felt that it would be impossible to rely on himself, "How can I marry her back?"

"I'm still in school, so you can accumulate some virtue." Qin's mother didn't know what he was trying to get, and suddenly became so anxious. "I warn you not to mess around, otherwise I won't spare you."

"What mess can I do?" Qin Guanglin took a bite of the watermelon, then thought for a while and said, "Do I have to meet her family first?"

"This is nothing nonsense. Not only do you want to meet, but you also have to let others agree to marry someone's daughter."

Qin Guanglin was worried, as if he couldn't get it back for a while, what should I do?

"You have to think about it." Qin's mother was worried and told her again: "Marriage is not about playing house, it is about starting a new family. Even I will be half an outsider at that time. It will be a big event for the rest of my life. Don't regret it at that time."

"How could it be? Then there will be a whole family, and even her parents will be." Qin Guanglin felt that he had already thought about it, put down the half-eat fried dough sticks and ran to wash his hands, and then took out the painting that Qin Ma had just drawn in the studio.

"I saw her cooking yesterday and I really liked it. Look, I think I just want this. If I miss her, I will definitely not find a second one like this."

Qin Ma curled her lips, "I just want to let someone cook for you for the rest of your life?"

"no!"

Qin Guanglin didn't know how to describe that feeling, but after thinking for a while, he couldn't find the words. So he simply put the painting into the bedroom, then ran out and continued to eat, "Anyway, I just like it, this is love, you don't understand."

"Tsk, you know nothing about love." Qin Ma looked at him and found it funny, "You are just greedy for others to cook deliciously."

"I don't care. I will wash dishes when she cooks. I will peel the shell when she eats eggs. I will pour water when she washes her feet. She... I just like it!"

"You peel one first and see if anyone can tell you. Your father said he was washing dishes every day, but what happened later?" Qin's mother continued to disdain. This kid was possessed by evil spirits.

It’s not that easy to get married. It’s only been a few days since then? Maybe one day they will break up after a quarrel. The young man was restless and thought it was just one.

"I decided to go to work in a few days and start with making money."

"Have you found a job?"

"I found it, I passed the interview today, and I will go to work in a few days."

"do what?"

"The studio that draws comics looks pretty good." Qin Guanglin made a gesture: "A minimum salary of 7,000 yuan a month after the probation period."

When Qin's mother heard the salary, she frowned slightly, "It's about the same as when you are at home."

"I can also accept manuscripts when I am free at work, which is called increasing revenue and reducing expenditure." Qin Guanglin explained, "I am idle most of the time now, and going to work is equivalent to earning an extra salary."

If you draw carefully for the client who requests the article, the most complicated thing can be done in one or two days. The charge for a work depends mainly on the purpose and amount, as well as the author's own level. To put it bluntly, this industry is still a mental labor.

If he can sign, he can accept an order for a few hundred yuan. If he doesn't sign it, the price will be higher. The income from two or three orders is equivalent to the studio's salary. At present, he only accepts two or three orders without signing a manuscript in a month.

"Okay, okay, just be careful not to be tired." Qin's mother didn't understand his paintings and was too lazy to care about them.

"It's all a trivial matter."

Qin Guanglin took the melon peel after he was full, threw it into the kitchen trash can and went back to the room.

I chatted with He Dian for a few words, but I didn't dare to express his intention to marry someone quickly. One was because I was afraid of scaring her, and the other was because I was afraid of thinking about it myself. At most, I just told Qin's mother to ask for advice.

After watching the cooking picture of Chef He for a while, Qin Guanglin pressed it under the glass on the desktop. The photos taken by the two of them last time playing roller coasters were also pressed down. In this way, no matter whether they use a computer or read a book at the desk, they can see it as soon as they look down.
Chapter completed!