God of Cooking Dad: Spoil his daughter to heaven

"Go directly to Zhang's hometown!"

Qin Mo stopped a taxi and told the driver the address.

"Brother Driver, Nanguo Garden."

"Okay, brother, this is your first time in the capital, right?"

When we got in the car, the driver chatted with him since he knew him well.

"good taste!"

"If you don't have the vision to do what we do, how can you do it?"

The driver is about 45 years old, and his skin looks a little pale after running a taxi for a long time.

"Are you visiting friends, or are you?"

"A friend invited me to come over, but I have never had time, and I only came to accept the appointment when I was free recently."

Hearing what Qin Mo said, the driver's expression changed.

"You can invite people who live in Nanguo Garden to come over. It seems that your identities are not simple, little brother!"

"Brother Driver, you think too highly of us, you are ordinary people just like you."

"I don't think so, brother, you have the temperament that only those people have."

"Driver, what you said just now, what is Nanguo Garden that you admire so much?"

As soon as he mentioned Nanguo Garden, the driver immediately became serious.

"It's not there. If you have money, you can live in it."

"There are still places where you can't enter even if you have money. Are there any restrictions?"

Qin Anguo was also curious, and this was the first time he heard such a statement.

"The old man is right. Those who have contributed to society, but I don't know how to judge."

"I know some famous people who live in it."

"Ordinary people can't get in. The security inside is all retired soldiers."

"So strict?"

In Qin Anguo's impression, it would be nice to have a few security guards in a community.

Now that they are all retired soldiers, is it true that the people living inside are as the driver said.

Half an hour later, everyone in Qin Mo got out of the car.

But foolishly stood outside and waited.

What the driver said was indeed true, and none of the people at the door stood upright.

"stop!"

When Qin Mo just walked towards the door, a young man in uniform ran out immediately.

"who?"

The young man stopped Qin Mo and didn't let him in.

"The person I came to look for was Sandong, Zhang Qianlei."

"I'm sorry, we haven't received a notice here. We have to contact someone first, and we can confirm before we can go in."

"Son, didn't you tell anyone to come here today?"

"No, I don't know what's going on here either!"

Qin Mo found out that he had done something wrong, and the guards were so strict.

"I'll contact you right away, I hope Mr. Zhang is fine today!"

Thinking of this, Qin Mo took out his mobile phone and started calling.

"Mr. Qin, you have decided, when will you come over?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhang Qianlei on the opposite side asked anxiously.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm already outside the community, but I can't get in."

"You said you were coming, why didn't you say it in advance, so that I can send someone to pick you up, just wait a moment."

Zhang Qianlei said excitedly when he heard that Qin Mo was already outside.

"Old lady, hurry up and go shopping, there are customers here."

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Qianlei suddenly shouted.

Qin Mo checked the time, it was almost twelve o'clock.

As soon as I come here, I will cause trouble for others.

"I knew it earlier, we'll come over after lunch first."

He said to his parents.

"You are Mr. Qin Mo?"

Within minutes, a young man appeared at the gate.

Seeing Qin Mo and others standing not far from the door, he trotted over.

"I'm Qin Mo."

Hearing that he came out to pick up the person, the young man looked him up and down.

"Please come in with me."

This time the security didn't stop him, and he returned to his post.

The young man who walked in front did not speak, but Qin Mo could see the shadow of Zhang Qianlei from him.

"You also learned to paint?"

There is always an indescribable aura about these scholars.

"Mr. Qin, I finally waited for you to come."

When they came to the door of a villa, Zhang Qianlei was standing outside waiting.

There are three young people behind, a man and two women.

"Elder Zhang."

"Who are these two?"

Zhang Qianlei looked at Qin Mo's parents behind him.

"Mr. Zhang, hello, we are Qin Mo's parents, Qin Anguo and Wang Lanhui."

Hearing Qin Anguo call him that, Zhang Qianlei hurried forward to hold his hand and said.

"Oh, Brother Qin, I don't dare to call you that, you still call me by my name."

"Don't stand still, go in and sit down first."

"Xinxin, do you miss Grandpa Zhang?"

Entering the hall, everyone felt a strong smell of books.

"Grandpa Zhang, hello."

"Come on, come with Grandpa Zhang and see if you have improved during this time."

Zhang Qianlei came over and held Qin Xinxin's hand.

"Baba."

Qin Xinxin first glanced at Qin Mo and asked.

"Go!"

Qin Mo knew what Zhang Qianlei meant, nodded and said.

Most importantly, he also knows that his daughter likes to draw.

"What is Xinxin doing?"

Sitting in the living room, Qin Anguo and his wife watched their granddaughter go away.

"Go and paint!"

"Xinxin, you can draw, why don't I know, no, I'm going to see it too."

Wang Lanhui quickly got up and walked behind.

"I'll go as well."

Soon, Qin Mo was the only one left in the living room.

Shaking his head, he followed suit.

In a spacious study room, Zhang Qianlei was preparing his pen and ink.

Those young people stood not far away and watched.

They began to discuss in a low voice, and Qin Mo who just came over heard it.

"Teacher, isn't this a big battle? What achievements can a child who is only six years old make him never forget?"

Since Zhang Qianlei came back last time, his apprentices have often heard their names.

One of them was a little girl, who said that she was so talented that even they couldn't compare to her.

I thought that the little girls mentioned were at least in their teens.

Looking at it now, I can't help being very disappointed, and feel that my teacher is making a fuss out of a molehill.

"In my opinion, they want to stimulate us deliberately, so that everyone should not relax at ordinary times."

"It's ridiculous that the teacher also said that the little girl's paintings were similar to mine at that time."

One of the young men couldn't help laughing at this moment.

But he didn't dare to disturb the people inside, so he could only discuss it outside.

"That's right, Ye Luzi, no matter how talented you are, without systematic practice, how can you compare with us?"

"Ahem, don't even talk, just watch."

One of the young women noticed that Qin Mo was standing beside him at some point, and hurriedly tugged on her companion's sleeve.

Judging from the teacher's attitude towards Qin Mo just now, it is best for my disciples not to talk about others casually.

Not to mention, the discussion was heard by others.

"here we go."

After Zhang Qianlei moved a stool.

Qin Xinxin held a brush in her little hand and said, "Grandpa Zhang, what do you think I should draw?"