The little chef in the era made a fortune by raising a baby

Chapter 285 Zimei's Painting
Grandma Zhou also likes spicy food. She tasted the spicy mycelium and fell in love with the taste instantly.

"It's delicious! An'an, how did you make this? It's really delicious."

Zhao An'an smiled, "Eat more if it's delicious."

"Grandma, there is a Baibao Mountain in our place. All the wild mushrooms are collected on the mountain, and there are also a lot of other wild vegetables."

"If you like to eat, you don't need to learn it. I will make it for you every day in the future."

"Then you don't have to eat it every day."

"You try this again."

Zhao Anan picked up food for Grandma Zhou, and said, "Grandma, I'm here, so just tell me what you want to eat in the future."

"Well, I'm a widowed old woman. I never thought that I would have such a day when I was old."

"Grandma, don't say that in the future, you take us in, we are grateful to you, take care of you, and be filial to you in the future, that's all we should do."

Grandma Zhou smiled, "Okay, eat, eat."

There were laughter and laughter in the yard. After the meal, Zhao An'an continued to cook in the kitchen, while Xiao Lin did all the housework.

The two children consciously do their homework and read books, and Grandma Zhou sits in the yard to enjoy the shade.

Everyone is doing their own thing, and time passes quickly.

Soon, it will be the weekend.

This is Zishan Zimei's first weekend after going to school.

As usual, Zhao Anan got up early in the morning. After preparing all the materials, she went to pull Zimei up.

"Zimei, let's go to the store with my mother today! Go and help my mother paint, okay?"

Xiao Zishan said from the side: "Mom, I'll go too, I'll help with other things."

Where is the younger sister, where is he, the older brother.

"Okay, no problem."

Zhao Anan didn't think much, and agreed directly.

"Then get up now, brush your teeth, wash your face, have breakfast, and then we'll set off."

"Okay, mother."

The two children didn't sleep in late, and got up as soon as they shouted.

They consciously brushed their teeth and washed their faces, and sat down obediently at the dining table after washing their whites. What Zhao Anan made this morning was millet porridge mixed with cucumber, boiled eggs and meat buns.

Zhao An'an doesn't cook too much for breakfast, but there will be two or three choices for the children.

Children eat happily and will be in a good mood throughout the day.

Xiao Lin was still at home. After the family finished breakfast and cleaned up the hygiene, they went to the store with their things.

After arriving at the store, Zhao Anan asked Xiao Lin to take the ladder, and moved the table and stools so that Zimei could draw as conveniently as possible.

"Mom, what do I want to draw!" Zimei looked at the small storefront. The three walls were painted white. If she painted on it, she was afraid it would be damaged.

"You can draw whatever you want. Mom thinks your paintings look good." Zhao Anan didn't think about what to draw.

"The most important thing is to draw a recipe, just draw a recipe on a wall."

"It's the dishes that my mother usually cooks. Can you draw them?"

Zimei thought for a while, then nodded, "What can be drawn, Niangzimei can draw."

"That's fine, mother said dishes, you come to draw."

"Okay!"

Zhao Anan prepared a complete set of paints and brushes.

Zhao Anan talked about the few dishes he usually cooks for them, and Zimei immediately nodded and said yes.

Then she climbed on the ladder, Xiao Lin was below ready to pick her up at any time, Zishan watched nervously, for fear that her sister would fall off.

Zhao An'an was in charge of delivering paints and painting tools to Zimei, and she handed over whatever she wanted.

Zimei concentrated on painting, and the three of them did not dare to breathe for fear of affecting her.

After a while, Zimei drew the first recipe.

Mushroom Egg Fried Rice.

This was the first meal Zhao Anan made for them, but Zhao Anan didn't let her draw corn in it.

The egg fried rice is golden in color, the mushroom slices are distinct, the rice grains are wrapped in egg liquid, and the secret sauce is matched with it, which adds a tempting taste to this rice.

"Mom, do you think this is okay?"

After Zimei finished painting, she looked at her expectantly.

Zhao Anan nodded, and gave her a thumbs up, "Zimei, you are so good! The painting is so good."

"Really?"

When Zimei was praised, her little face turned red instantly.

Zhao Anan nodded vigorously, and said with certainty: "Really, if you don't believe me, you can ask Xiao Lin's father and brother."

Zimei shyly looked at Xiao Lin and her brother, Xiao Lin and Zishan nodded vigorously at the same time: "Really, Zimei's paintings are super good."

Zimei is now more shy, but also more confident.

Xiao Lin's handwriting is beautiful, and after Zhao An'an asked Zimei to draw it, he asked Xiao Lin to write the name of the dish below.

In this way, customers who come to order can clearly know what they want to eat.

After the success of the first recipe painting, the second and the third soon appeared on the wall.

Although Zimei is small, she is serious and focused in her work. She has a particularly good memory for painting.

As long as Zhao An'an cooks for them, reports the name of the dish, and says when it was made and what it tastes like, she will know it right away.

"Zimei is really talented."

Looking at it, Zhao Anan couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Xiao Lin, we can't bury the child's talent, we have to cultivate Zimei well."

"Zishan also needs to be cultivated. My sister is so good, so my brother must be even better."

Zhao An'an didn't forget Zishan either. In the book, the siblings are future bosses, a scientist and a doctor.

I just don't know when Zimei became a doctor. After all, according to Zhao An'an, she is more like a master painter.

But the potential of children is unlimited, and the future is definitely bright.

Xiao Lin listened to his daughter-in-law's words, and nodded vigorously: "As long as the children are promising, as parents, we must cultivate them even if we eat chaff and vegetables."

"Eating bran swallowed vegetables is not enough, because our life will get better and better."

"Mother, Zimei can draw for money."

Zimei, who was still drawing, suddenly said this.

"Oh, our Zimei is so good! You can paint and sell for money at the age of five or less. Who told you that!"

"Our teacher."

Zimei replied in a childish voice, but she didn't stop working at all.

"The teacher said that I was good at painting, and asked me to work hard. He said that when I grow up, I can sell paintings for money."

"Yes, the teacher also said that paintings can be sold for a lot of money."

Zishan also said: "Mom, I will also find my strengths, and use them to make money."

"Oh, you are still young, you don't need to worry about making money, you just study hard, make progress every day, and when you grow up, you just need to be useful to the country and society."

Zhao Anan didn't want to put too much pressure on the siblings, but she also didn't want to tell them how great they were in the future. She was afraid that if that happened, it would be bad for the siblings to become proud.

(End of this chapter)