Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 1075

Weird!
I was dumbfounded immediately, and stood there with the crowd, watching the little girl's smearing.

About 10 minutes later, the child put down the crayon in his hand, raised the drawing and looked at it by himself. After adding a few strokes, he raised his small face and looked at the shop owner persistently.

The owner of the small restaurant suddenly turned his head and asked, "Whose child is this?"

I wanted to see what he had to say, so I continued to watch with my arms crossed.

After shouting for a long time, no one answered, the shop owner pulled the painting from the girl's hand, making a gesture to tear it up, but the child cleverly dodged it, hiding her little hand behind her back, staring at him vigilantly.

"Boss, you can't do this. This child looks the best. You have to keep your promise." An uncle closest to the child, who was also one of the painters just now, said indignantly.

In terms of the most similar painting, he is indeed not as good as the little girl, which is nothing surprising, art is inherently talented, and no matter how you look at it, the child is worse than the three adults.

The shop owner hesitated and didn't know what to say, but he really didn't want to provide a leg of lamb, and he was still a child who didn't care about the world, so it was fine to just fool around.

"I didn't say that I wouldn't honor it, but I just felt that the child was not accompanied by an adult. If something happened to me, I wouldn't be able to explain it."

Reason is reason, who did this child come with?
"Ninny, Mom has been looking for you for a long time, why did you sneak here?" I hurried forward to hug the child, the child was obviously stunned for a moment, but soon snuggled into my arms.

"My daughter loved painting since she was a child. Even foreign painters praised her as the second Van Gogh after seeing it."

I held up the lamb leg drawn by the little girl. To be honest, it would look more similar if the crayons were replaced with gouache.

There were chattering voices in the crowd, and the store owner was dumbfounded when he saw a parent suddenly appearing.

"You said you were the child's mother, why didn't you say anything when I asked you just now?"

I snorted, "Hmph! I just want to see if you have any plans? It's impossible to lose my daughter's leg of lamb."

"You!" the store owner asked, pointing at my nose, "You look only seventeen or eighteen years old. You don't have any children. You must be talking nonsense to get cheap from me."

I felt a little guilty, but the little girl in my arms suddenly grinned and burst into tears, "Mom, Mom, I want to eat leg of lamb."

Ouch, this villain, I was so happy that I kissed her hard, and in a blink of an eye, I fiercely begged the owner for a leg of lamb.

Half an hour later, the kid and I were standing on the street with a raw leg of lamb. The vicious store owner said that nothing would be roasted, and that the real thing was a prize, and he was so mad.

This can't trouble me, don't I have a friend who is a god-level chef?

Soon Han Xiaoxiao sent a car to pick us up. When we came to her home, we found Ding Yanlin and An Zhixiong still there.

"Aren't you going to school?"

Ding Yanlin and I hated each other, only An Zhixiong greeted me politely and cordially.

"This child is a child prodigy, and he has completed high school courses by himself. Zhixiong, I will handle the elementary school here for him, and he will study here for the time being."

I wiped it, and it was really shocking. I thought that a fat man who only knew how to eat, was full of paste in his mind.

Seeing the poor child next to me, everyone was naturally curious. An Zhixiong is a veritable warm man. He took the little girl aside to get her snacks, but the child only stared at the leg of lamb and remained unmoved.

Han Xiaoxiao looked at her in surprise, observed for a long time before saying, "The parents of this child must not be ordinary people."

While I was dumbfounded, Han Xiaoxiao gave full play to her excellent culinary skills. The leg of lamb was sizzling and oily, and the yard was filled with a strong smell of meat. Eyes shine.

(End of this chapter)