Chapter 511: Random Drawings

Perhaps the atmosphere in the kitchen has improved, and the dishes have become more delicious.

During the evening business hours, the number of positive reviews left by customers was twice as much as yesterday! Perhaps because of this, today even the time to get off work was more than half an hour later than usual in the morning.

Nanzhi thought this was just perfect!

She returned to the dormitory with everyone.

Perhaps because she had greeted in advance, Nanzhi did not see Lu Shixu's car downstairs.

She went upstairs with peace of mind, holding in her hand the bag that Assistant He had brought over that afternoon.

Nan Yi had been curious for a long time. As soon as he entered the house, he couldn't wait to ask Nan Zhi: "Mom, what is this?"

Nanzhi didn't keep him in suspense and opened the bag to show him: "It contains brushes, rice paper, and paint."

“Wow.”

As Nan Yi exclaimed, the other three cubs also gathered around.

They are full of curiosity about new gadgets——

"Aunt, do you want to paint?"

"I like drawing, too. Aunt Zhizhi, can we play together?"

"Why is this pen different from the ones we usually use?"

“…”

The chirping little guys seemed to have endless curiosity.

Nanzhi patiently told them: "These are the pigments and brushes used for Chinese painting. You usually use crayons? Or watercolor pens? As for what this painting will look like... you will know it soon!"

Fu Chao and the other three also pricked up their ears curiously.

Anyway, I got off work early today, so I have plenty of time.

Fu Chao was not in a hurry to take Qingxi back to the basement to rest, but went to the dormitory where Nanzhi and the others lived.

They all gathered around Nanzhi, wanting to see what she had painted.

Nanzhi chose the largest dining table in the house.

As soon as she put her things down, Fu Chao tactfully helped her clean up the things on the table.

When Qi Pei'er and Xie Yu saw this, they followed suit, passing things and wiping the table...

Soon, the dining table was wiped clean without any trace of oil.

Nanzhi then poured out the things and arranged them one by one.

She seemed to be very familiar with the materials of this traditional painting. She laid out the paper, selected the paint, and completed other preparations with ease.

Fu Chao craned his neck curiously: "Zhizhi, you've learned to paint? Why haven't I heard you talk about it before?"

Nanzhi smiled slightly: "I studied it for a while before."

In fact, in the following years of the other world, she had reached the top and began to feel lonely at the top.

At that time, she counted the time she was defeated every day, hoping that she could leave that world as soon as possible.

But she was afraid that something else might go wrong, causing all her years of hard work to come to naught.

I felt excited, scared, and full of ups and downs. I couldn't even sleep well.

Therefore, writing and painting, which were popular among the literati in that world, became her way to pass the time.

Later, Nanzhi did not insist on writing, but he gritted his teeth and learned painting.

She studied under the world-famous "Painting Saint". A painting of hers was worth a fortune, but in order to eat her food, she was willing to be her mentor.

With such a guide, Nanzhi's painting skills naturally improved.

However, others did not know that Nanzhi was being modest and actually thought that Nanzhi's level was average.

Nan Yi coaxed her like a child: "It doesn't matter, I'll like whatever Mom draws me!"

The smile on Nanzhi's lips deepened.

The live broadcast had not ended yet, and many viewers wanted to see what Nanzhi's paintings were like.

Finally, Nanzhi used a brush dipped in ink to write on the paper.

Just one stroke is enough for people who understand painting to see the trick.

For example, Fu Chao.

No matter how careless he is, he is still a child of the Qing family.

Growing up in such an environment, I was exposed to authentic works of famous artists.

Regardless of one's own level, at least one's appreciation ability is definitely not weak.

For example, the stroke he was looking at now, the ink was evenly distributed and the style was powerful. It was definitely not the level of an ordinary amateur, but was enough to reach the threshold of a professional painter! And the more he looked at it, the more he was amazed, and in the end his mouth opened so wide that a duck egg could fit in it! The comments were also full of praise: [Is this a painting of bamboo in ink? ]

[Wow! This is such a beautiful painting! ]

[I, who don’t know how to draw, think it’s beautiful. I wonder what people who know how to draw think? 】

[I am a Chinese painting major at XX Academy of Fine Arts. I can guarantee that Nanzhi's few strokes are definitely not the level of someone who has just studied for a few years! She has definitely been taught by a master and is at a very professional level! ]

[It turns out that I am the clown! I really believed Nanzhi's words about drawing casually! ]

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

[But why did you suddenly start drawing? It's so deliberate. ]

[Can't we cultivate children's appreciation? It's none of your business! ]

[How can you have the energy to argue? Am I the only one whose mind is filled with thoughts like "Fuck, Nanzhi is a god!"? ]

[And me! And me! I really admire Sister Zhi! Sister Zhi is worthy of being my Sister Zhi! ]

…

This ink bamboo painting was done very quickly.

Nanzhi already had a clear idea in mind, and with just a few strokes he was able to outline the character of the ink bamboo.

It was the first time for the children to see this kind of Chinese painting and they exclaimed in amazement.

Nan Yi was so excited that her face turned red, and she looked proud! After putting away the pen, Nan Zhi looked at the result.

"Yeah, not bad."

Better than she expected.

I thought I hadn't painted for a long time and my hands had become rusty.

Unexpectedly, his skills were still there, and as his obsession faded, the artistic conception of the painting also rose to a higher level.

Thinking back to what the teacher who taught her painting said, he lamented that her talent for painting was not as good as her talent for cooking.

However, Nanzhi felt quite satisfied, at least that's what it seemed like for now.

Only Fu Chao was dissatisfied: "Zhizhi, you are too self-deprecating! The painting is so beautiful, I will quickly frame it and hang it on the wall of our house! And hang it at the front door! Let every guest who comes to our house come and see my sister's superb painting skills!"

“…That’s not necessary.”

Nanzhi is confident, but not overconfident.

Not like Fu Chao who wanted to blow her up to the sky! Fu Chao was still insisting.

Nanzhi said hurriedly: "No, I need this painting!"

Fu Chao was confused.

Other people and the audience were a little confused.

Xie Yu was the first to react: "Did you mention the co-branded tableware before?"

Nanzhi smiled:

"Yes! Xie Yu, you are so smart!"

Xie Yu then smiled slowly.

Fu Chao then reacted:

"No wonder you suddenly said you wanted to paint when you got home... So you wanted to use your paintings to make our Nanfenglou's co-branded tableware! That's right, our own paintings will definitely be more sincere than those of other painters! Zhizhi, why don't you just paint a few more paintings!"

Nanzhi shook her head: "How can I paint alone? Of course, we should all paint together!"