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

Zhao Anan comforted himself and Xiao Lin, "When you come back, there will be a holiday, and our family will be reunited. Thinking about it this way, it seems good."

Seeing his daughter-in-law's forced smile, Xiao Lin felt very uncomfortable, "An'an, in the future...why I change my job!"

"That can't work, what do you think!"

Zhao An'an refused without even thinking about it, how could he lose his job!

"You can't resign for the sake of your children."

Zhao An'an frightened him: "How do you know that I will definitely make money by opening a store, you are the strong backing for me and the children, and I can let go when you have a fixed income here."

Xiao Lin nodded, "Okay, then I won't resign, I won't change."

Zhao An'an remembered that when Xiao Lin was promoted later, his treatment and salary were doubled.

And it will get better and better in the future.

It's not worth it to change jobs now.

She didn't want to drag and affect Xiao Lin's future.

Xiao Lin loves this job, so she just supports him.

The husband and wife talked for a while, and it was Zhao An'an who explained, and Xiao Lin listened carefully and assured him.

Time passed by like this, Zimei drew several recipes, and then her little arms became a little sore.

"Mother, my sister's arm is sore." Zishan has been paying attention to her every move, seeing her swinging her arm, and said hastily.

"Then come down and rest for a while."

Xiao Lin carried Zimei down the stairs, Zhao Anan opened the basket, took out food from it and handed it to the siblings.

"Eat something to replenish your strength, take a rest, and we will paint later."

"Okay, thank you mother."

Zimei took the apple pie and ate it bite by bite.

It was also Zhao Anan's own, the bread was given to her by Li Jiangang, and the apple sauce was boiled by Zhao Anan himself.

Applesauce is spread in the bread, and it tastes sour and sweet, which is rarely delicious.

Zishan also ate it, Zhao Anan gave it to Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin didn't eat it, but broke it off and put it into her mouth.

Zhao Anan gave Xiao Lin a reproachful look, then said nothing, and gave the siblings the juice she made herself.

The siblings had enough to eat and drink, and Zishan massaged her younger sister's arms. After resting, Zimei continued to paint.

The family stayed in the small shop for a day, and Zimei didn't finish drawing, but the recipe was drawn, and Xiao Lin also wrote the name of the dish.

A wall looks gimmicky, but somehow it looks good.

Looking at it, Zhao Anan couldn't help laughing out loud, "This is absolutely attractive!"

Xiao Lin also laughed, "Well, it is indeed very different from other stores."

Zhao An'an: "Ours is called characteristic."

Zimei followed suit and said, "Yes, ours is called special."

"Zishan, what do you think?" Zhao Anan looked at Zishan, and Zishan nodded: "Mother, I think my sister's paintings are very good, I want to eat them just looking at them."

Zhao Anan then asked: "What do you want to eat the most?"

Zishan replied, "I want to eat anything."

"How about you, Xiao Lin?"

Xiao Lin also nodded: "I, like Zishan, want to eat anything."

Because Zimei's paintings, everything looks delicious.

Zhao Anan was very satisfied, and she planned to leave one of the remaining two walls free for writing feedback and autographing for guests.

There is another wall, and she still lets Zimei play freely, drawing whatever she wants.

Anyway, it's already fancy, so I don't care if it's more fancy.

But Zimei was a little tired, and she couldn't draw anymore.

"Mom, I can't draw anymore today, I'll come back tomorrow, okay?"

Zimei said pitifully, "Mom, my hands are a little sore."

"Come on, mom will give you a massage."

Zhao Anan pulled Guo Zimei to sit down, pinched her little arm and massaged her next to her.

Zhao An'an's strength was appropriate, and his fingers moved slowly, making Zimei feel very comfortable.

"Mom, this side is also sour."

"Okay, mother will pinch for you."

Zhao An'an finished pinching Zimei's right hand and left hand. This Zimei is indeed talented in painting. Like ordinary people, she can only draw with her right hand.

If you are left-handed, you can use your left hand, but Zimei can draw with both hands, and she can draw equally well.

In Zhao An'an's view, this is very, very powerful.

She massaged Zimei's arms, and Xiao Lin took Zishan to clean the shop next to each other.

After cleaning, Zhao Anan said that the tables and benches could be brought over.

So Xiao Lin took Zishan back to Grandma Zhou's house, and moved the things here one by one on a scooter.

What Zhao Anan wanted was to open the small shop before Xiao Lin went on a mission.

Before Xiao Lin left, he could still bring his colleagues to support the show, which is not bad.

Taking advantage of the weekend, it is better to complete the small shop directly.

The small compartment at the back has also been transformed into a kitchen for cooking. Zhao Anan made two movable fires in the front, and then there will be food that needs to be warmed, whether it is selling breakfast or selling other things. It's okay, it's more convenient.

Xiao Lin took Zishan with him, and the father and son went back and forth. After running several times, they finally brought the table and chairs here.

Then according to Zhao An'an's intention, arrange them one by one.

"Mom, it's almost there, I'm not sore anymore." Zimei waved her arms, "Mom, I want to eat that."

The basket that Zhao Anan brought contained a lot of food. Zimei drooled when she saw the strawberry jam sandwich biscuit.

Zhao Anan gave it to her directly, "Eat, mother, go get busy."

"Okay, thank you mother."

Zhao An'an got up and went to work, put away the things that should be put away, and cleaned up the things that should be cleaned, but the ingredients have not been brought yet.

The most important fire and kitchen utensils should also be prepared one by one.

With Xiao Lin's help, no matter what Zhao An'an does, he is very fast.

A whole day passed, and it was midnight, and Zhao An'an's small shop was completed.

Standing in the middle of the store, Zhao An'an felt unreal.

She pulled Zimei, then Zishan and Xiao Lin, "Let's throw the handkerchief!"

Xiao Lin: "?"

Zishan: "??"

Zimei: "Okay, okay!"

Zhao Anan chuckled, "I was just joking with you three, just to express my happiness."

Xiao Lin smiled and rubbed his daughter-in-law's head, "Are you happy?"

Zhao Anan nodded vigorously, "Happy, the children's going to school has been settled, and the small shop has also been set up. Prepare the ingredients tomorrow, and then we can open."

"By the way, before we open, we are going to distribute leaflets and promote it."

Otherwise, no one would know that she opened a private restaurant here.

As soon as the signboard of the private little chef is launched, everyone knows that her cooking is delicious, and they will recognize it when the time comes.

In the early stage, it needs publicity and accumulation.

Zhao An'an didn't intend to become a fat man with one bite, so he just took his time, step by step, and walked steadily.

"Mom, what are flyers!"

Zimei asked curiously, "Did someone come to eat after posting that?"