Reborn 1990's Fat Wife Should Be Self-Reliant

Chapter 193 Regular Customer

The children in this class are not very old, and the teacher Fan's paintings are also meticulous.

Yaoyao squeezed past the little girl, and Zhou Huilan took advantage of her height to follow her to watch.

The brushes soaked in paint paint grapes one by one on the rice paper, which is really lifelike.

After Fan painting finished, the children went back to their places to draw. Yaoyao didn't see anything and could only stand next to the little girl watching. When she was a little bit embarrassed, the little girl took a brush and handed it to Yaoyao. Yao.

So the two of them started drawing decently on the rice paper that the girl spread out.

Zhou Huilan liked the atmosphere of the Chinese painting class very much.

Yaoyao also liked it very much. After class, she took the piece of rice paper given to her by the little girl and showed it to Zhou Huilan like a treasure, "Look, mom, I drew a bunch of grapes!"

Zhou Huilan took it and looked at it. It was really a bunch of round green grapes neatly arranged in an inverted triangle shape. She couldn't help laughing.

"That's great, does Yaoyao like this Chinese painting class?"

Yaoyao nodded, "I like it, I also met a new friend, her name is Zhang Mengyuan!" She said and pointed to the little girl who was packing up the drawing tools.

Just when Zhang Mengyuan looked up, seeing Yaoyao greeting her, she also smiled sweetly.

Zhou Huilan went to ask the teacher of the traditional Chinese painting class, and the teacher said that she had to go to the admissions office to pay for the registration, so Zhou Huilan said goodbye to the teacher and took Yaoyao to the admissions office.

The Chinese painting class is 10 yuan a class, and now there are classes every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday during the summer vacation.

Zhou Huilan readily paid the tuition fee of 120 yuan for a month, but Yaoyao pointed at the exercise clothes behind the teacher and stopped Zhou Huilan, "Mom, after taking the Chinese painting class, can I not take the dance class?"

Zhou Huilan froze for a moment, "Of course not, but the dance teacher is so fierce, does Yaoyao still want to take dance lessons?"

Yaoyao hesitated for a moment, but before she could answer, the admissions teacher explained, "Our dance teacher is the champion of the city's dance competition, so it's inevitable that people with great skills are more strict, but most parents are still very strict with this teacher. trust."

"Mom, I want to try dance class, can I?" Yaoyao said, her eyes unconsciously glanced at the practice clothes behind the teacher.

Zhou Huilan understood what her daughter was thinking, but her current economic conditions allowed her daughter to try this way, so there was no need to dampen her daughter's interest.

"Teacher, can the dance class be staggered from the traditional Chinese painting class?"

"Dance class is a special class in our activity center. There are classes every day, but the teachers in the class are different. If you learn dance, you can only take another class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday."

Zhou Huilan felt it was better to avoid this capable and high-minded dance teacher.

"However, the dance class costs 15 yuan per class, and 180 yuan a month. There are also uniform exercise clothes for dance classes. We sell these clothes here. It costs 35 yuan a set, including exercise clothes, pantyhose and dance shoes. , You can also go to the sporting goods store outside to buy."

The thin material is obviously not worth the price.

But since the school sells it, as a freshman, Zhou Huilan paid the money decisively. She doesn't want her daughter to be targeted by the teacher again because of such a trivial matter.

Seeing that Zhou Huilan was so straightforward, the teacher started to sell other courses, but the family had already signed up for piano lessons, and there were Chinese painting and dance classes here, and there was hardly a full day free in a week. Zhou Huilan felt that this level was enough, so she refused teacher.

Because today is Tuesday, I just took a Chinese painting class, and I will come over at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to have a dance class.

When she got home, Zhou Huilan soaked all the newly bought exercise clothes, and hung them up in the washing machine. Yaoyao couldn't wait to wait under the clothes drying pole, wishing she could wear them while they were so wet.

It was almost the third day after the leaflets were sent out. At noon that day, two female nurses came to the store on bicycles.

The nurse entered the store and glanced at the menu on the wall in a hurry, then ran to the cashier to order, "I want a winter melon pork rib soup, this coriander fried pigeon, is it fried with coriander and pigeon?"

Li Man nodded while remembering, "Yes."

"Is the food fast?" The female nurse was a little hesitant, her eyes kept scanning the menu, but she finally sighed, "I want a fried baby pigeon with coriander, can you pack it at home? Is the bag for packing strong?"

Li Man was directly stopped by the question.

Although there are plastic bags in the store, they are still relatively strong, but they are used to pack leftovers for customers, and generally not many.

"Are you going to pack the dishes and take them away?"

The nurse nodded, "If it can be packaged like this, I would like one or two... Let me do the math, I would like six packages of wax gourd pork rib soup!"

"Then I have to ask the back kitchen to see if it can be packed like this. You sit down first, and I will report what you eat here to the back kitchen first."

The two nurses sat down.

Li Man went to the back kitchen to explain the situation, and Zhou Huilan followed Li Man to the front while asking Sister Cui to prepare the dishes.

Seeing the little nurse sitting opposite him, Li Man immediately beamed with joy, "So it's you!"

It was the little nurse who helped her sell the insulated lunch box in the Gastroenterology Department of the Central Hospital!

"It's really you, I'm afraid it's not!" The little nurse Liu Na was also very happy, since they were old acquaintances after all.

After a brief reminiscence, Zhou Huilan asked the little nurse why she bought so many servings of winter melon pork rib soup.

As soon as Liu Na heard this, she slapped the table down immediately, "What are you talking about! You made the people in our department talk tricky, and you quit after a row of buttocks. But after half a year, I have been working hard. How is the day going!"

Although this is not pleasant to say, it is indeed a boast of myself.

Zhou Huilan smiled awkwardly, "Isn't this a person going to a high place, and I can't sell box lunches for a lifetime!"

Liu Na was just making complaints, and didn't really have any objections to Zhou Huilan.

The two exchanged a few more words, and Liu Na talked about packing the six copies, all of which were brought by her colleagues in the department, because the hospital couldn't do without people at noon, and the two of them managed to switch shifts and ran out. I have to help my colleagues to benefit.

"Packing is possible, but without professional things, if you ride back so far, you are afraid of spilling."

"Ah? Can't you take it..." Liu Na's disappointment was immediately written on her face.

Zhou Huilan thought about the popular take-out in later generations, "I'll try it, if you spill it, come back and tell me, and I'll refund the money to you." Liu Na is a regular customer, and she trusts the other party's character.

Just as she was talking, Sister Cui brought up the winter melon pork ribs soup, and Liu Na's index finger twitched at the fragrance that hit her face. Zhou Huilan also took the opportunity to say goodbye, and hurriedly went back to stir fry the coriander pigeon.

(End of this chapter)