The chef girl has her own system

Chapter 224 Want to write a storybook

The traces of the years will not only be recorded in the annals of history, but will also be displayed on the person's physical appearance.

How many years you have experienced, how many years of traces will there be on your face.

Lian Zhi asked someone to sit on a swing on the big tree in the yard.She leans on the swing and dangles leisurely every day.

In her spare time, like Kiyono, she also has the idea of ​​writing a storybook.

She always thinks of what to do?Thinking that I wanted to write a picture book, I acted immediately, and ordered someone to prepare some bound blank books.

"Why do you still have the interest to write a picture book?"

You Mingxiang came to the courtyard with a piano in his arms.

Lian Zhi had seen him playing the piano before, and fell in love with it immediately, so she wanted to listen to him playing the piano every day.

Seeing him holding the piano, he immediately burst into a smile. "That's right, you play the piano, how wonderful it is for me to write a storybook!"

So the two sat down separately, one played the piano to accompany, and the other wrote a storybook while listening to the music.

But after writing it, Lian Zhi realized that it really needs talent to write a storybook.Obviously there are a lot of weird ideas in my head, but when it's time to write them down on paper, I can't get started.

She started to write an article several times, but she tore it up and wrote it again, always feeling that she didn't write what she wanted.

She doesn't like to give up halfway when doing things, and overcomes difficulties when she has difficulties, so she asked people to search around and found Qing Ye.

Qingye's hair is already gray now, he looked younger back then, I don't know why.But it seems that the years have given him a heavy blow suddenly, not only his hair has turned gray, but also his waist is bent enough, and his back is also bent.It's exactly what people say it looks like a half-body buried in the soil.

The notebooks written by Kiyono could almost fill a library.

Although Lian Zhi hadn't read his picture books much, she also knew that most of Qing Ye's picture books had her figure.

It's no wonder that Qing Ye wrote her in the storybook, after all, she is probably the only one in this continent for a legendary figure like her, right? !

It's just that the stories written by Qing Ye are all exaggerated and unrealistic, and none of them are written according to the actual situation.Of course, isn’t that what the storybook is all about, just write nonsense to arouse everyone’s interest in reading, so that sales can be good.

Clearing the field can make money.

When it comes to making money in Qingye, Lian Zhi finds that he is still wearing a blue shirt, and the fabric is also ordinary cotton, which is not so extravagant.So where did all the money he earns in his life go?

Qingye stepped towards the threshold with his hands in his hands, his steps were trembling.What I knew before is that Qing Ye's martial arts are not low, even if he is old, he will not be as weak as he is now.

Lian Zhi looked at him as he sat on the chair graciously, but didn't look at herself.So he knew that the old man must be making trouble, and he didn't want to enter the palace to make himself trouble him.But she just likes twisted melons.

"What have you been up to lately? I heard that you haven't written a storybook recently, and your latest stories are no longer available in the library. Don't you want to write? Or is it because you've just washed your hands and quit?"

Facing Lian Zhi's question, Qingye still lowered his head.Fingertips scratching at their fingertips, not knowing what to think.

There was some mud that hadn't dried up on the soles of his shoes. Lian Zhi didn't know where he came from, but he was still covered in mud?

"I know you don't want to see me, and you don't want to come into the palace. But I haven't seen you for too long, and it feels kinder to see you again. Besides, I still have something to ask you, I don't know if you are stingy Don't be stingy, teach me?" Lian Zhi said with a hippie smile.

Only then did Qingye raise his head to look at her, but the impatience and disgust on his face really didn't hide at all.

There was no conflict between the two of them, it was just that they could not understand each other.At the beginning Lian Zhi asked Qing Ye to be the children's teacher, but in the end he disliked him for teaching the children badly, Qing Ye was always annoyed by this.

"I know you are annoyed at me for blaming you for teaching bad children, but how many years have passed. The children have grown up, and all the children you teach are the best. I also know that at that time, I was young and vigorous. , Talking is a bit too much. But you are much older than me, why can't you get over this hurdle?"

Kiyono hummed and lowered his head.

"I've been too busy recently, with nothing to do, so I remembered the thing you love about writing a storybook. However, even though I was thinking about it, what I wrote was not the same thing. So I want to ask you Please tell me, what skills do you need to write this story?"

She knows that practicing martial arts requires skills, learning mental methods requires skills, and learning cooking skills requires skills.So she felt that writing a script should also require skills, otherwise how would she faithfully reflect what she was thinking in the book?

Qing Ye rolled his eyes, and only spit out a few words: "You are not suitable."

"I haven't started doing it yet, how do you know that I am not suitable? You have to try to know if it is suitable? Besides, I like to try and I like challenges. If you say that I am not suitable, I still want to be suitable. I'll show you. If you don't want to teach me, there are others who can ask you. You are not the only one who writes the script in this world, I just know you well." Lian Zhi became a little annoyed as she spoke .

The old man Qing Ye has always had a weird temper and a strange personality.Talk to him softly, and he will pick it up.

"Just right." Qing Ye started to fight and was about to leave.

"You old man, why are you leaving as soon as you say?! You can't help being funny, it's not the same as when you were young! Could it be that you have been stimulated by something recently? You stopped writing the picture book, and your temper has become weird. , why can't I provoke you? Even if you don't want to teach me, you have to have a meal before leaving!" Lian Zhi winked at the servant at the door, and the door was immediately blocked.

Kiyono stood at the door and glanced back. "You just want me to be rough?!"

"No, I just want you to stay for dinner."

During the dinner, Qing Ye sat on the seat with a livid face, without taking the chopsticks.

When Lian Zhi was carrying the last dish to the hall, she clearly heard Qingye's cold snort.

"The last dish! Spicy fried hairy belly!" Lian Zhi yelled, and placed the dish in front of Qing Ye.

The pungent smell of pepper filled Qingye's nostrils, and he couldn't help but tilt his head and sneezed.

"I haven't done it for a long time. This is a meal that I personally made from washing vegetables to cutting vegetables to cooking. You have to try it. You may not be sure. This is the last meal I cook. It's gone." Lian Zhi wiped her hands and sat back in her seat.

You Mingxiang didn't know where she went, and she hadn't arrived yet.

"No need to wait, let's eat with chopsticks first."

Xiao Shao, who was sitting on top, twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, feeling embarrassed for his mother.

There was another Qingye cold snort in the hall.

(End of this chapter)