The Female Cannon Fodder Is Highly Poisonous

Ruan Tang thought he was busy enough before, but he didn't expect that he would be so busy during the New Year's Day that he wouldn't even bother to drink.

She was writing couplets here, and the warden, who was obsessed with calligraphy but couldn't even hold a brush very well, would come over and look at her with a flattering look on her face, "Miss Ruan, this is the word "福", this is the word "福", why am I looking at it? Like a word for disaster?"

He really loves it, but he also really has no talent. He has been studying with Ruan Tang for a long time, but he is still the same.

Ruan Tang could only write the word "福" in many different fonts.

He originally thought that this would reduce the warden's problems, but he ended up having a million reasons why. Ruan Tang was annoyed by the noise and asked Wu Yueming to put tape on his mouth.

Not long after my ears were finally clean, the tailor came again.

"Dean, please help me see if I cut the moiré pattern wrongly. Is it in the wrong direction? According to the rules, the moiré pattern should be reversed. I have cut it like this. Is there any way to remedy it? Can I cut two of the same ones in a row and then do the other way around?"

What the tailor is most proud of is his hands. The scalpel can make flowers in his hands. He can sew clothes in hundreds of patterns. He was also the first to learn how to cut paper.

Ruan Tang showed no expression on his face and pointed out several other mistakes to him. As a doctor, he couldn't bear the problem of the wounds he had sutured and wanted to destroy the work. Ruan Tang immediately stopped him.

"As beginners, you are already very fast, but it is still too difficult to paste these auspicious patterns all over the entire prison area on New Year's Eve."

After Ruan Tang finished speaking, the tailor looked at her blankly, "Then shall I find some more people?"

Ruan Tang: "...I mean, as long as the broken parts are not very obvious, they can be left for others to learn from, or they can be posted in some places that are not obvious, and the atmosphere will be created."

After sending away the tailor, Wu Yueming and Wu Nian came again.

"Miss, how did you wrap this dumpling? I used the same technique, but mine looks either too fat or too flat. It doesn't look good at all. The main thing is that it's broken a lot. If it's cooked in water, it will fall apart. Open it?" Wu Yueming held a tray full of his failed products.

Ruan Tang: "So?"

Wu Nian took out dough and fillings of different shapes and looked at Ruan Tang expectantly with a smile.

Ruan Tang had no choice but to pick up the dumpling noodles, demonstrate one by one, and wrap a few more. After wrapping them, she saw Wu Yueming filming her.

Wu Yueming hid the camera as if it were a treasure, "This is precious information. In the future, everyone will use this video to study."

As soon as they left, Xuanhe came.

"Drink the tea." Although it was the best tea he could buy, it didn't taste that good. Ruan Tang said it was because he made the wrong steps in the tea-making process.

Xuanhe has been studying this recently.

Ruan Tang took a big sip, and Xuanhe poured her another glass. Seeing that Ruan Tang looked tired, he comforted her, "There is still a lot of time, take your time, don't be in a hurry."

"You rest for a while, I'll write the rest." Xuanhe took off his coat and rolled up his shirt sleeves. Ruan Tang knew that he could calligraphy, but he didn't know how well he wrote.

She watched with interest. After seeing Xuanhe fall a little, she shook her head, walked to Xuanhe, held his hand, "Here, it should be written like this."

A couplet was finished, but Xuanhe, who was almost next to Ruan Tang, was filled with Ruan Tang's aura and had no idea what he had written.

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