God of Cooking Dad: Spoil his daughter to heaven

"Student, this is your painting now, don't take the ones drawn by the adults at home!"

While the other students were drawing with blank paper, one of them suddenly took out a scroll at this time.

He couldn't help being suspicious, and quickly asked, their school didn't expect to make a fool of themselves!
"Teacher, I drew it myself!"

Hearing that the teacher doubted Qin Xinxin, the students behind immediately shouted: "Teacher, this is what Qin Xinxin drew by herself just now, and we all saw it nearby."

Seeing so many students say this, it should not be fake. The teacher left after collecting everything.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, but please come over here for a while!"

In a spacious meeting room, an old man is sitting at the head.

It was Luo Jiashu who was sitting next to him, and he stood up at this moment.

Pour a cup of tea for Zhang Qianlei himself.

"You're welcome, it's rare that you are thinking about the country's education. How could I, Zhang Mou, not come here?"

In Zhang Qianlei's view, elementary school students are the most intelligent time.

Without systematic study, it is difficult to find some good seedlings.

It's just that the hospitality is hard to refuse, so I had to come and go through a scene.

"Mr. Zhang, the principal is ready."

At this time, a teacher walked in outside.

"Okay, let's bring it in!"

Luo Jiashu also knew that his idea was a bit too naive.

What kind of person is Zhang Qianlei? Let a Ph.D. go to see the homework for a year in elementary school.

It's hard for others, but he still believes that his idea is not wrong.

"Old Zhang."

Looking at the papers already on the table, Luo Jiashu also blushed a little at this time.

They are all blank sheets of paper, and some of them are just a circle drawn on them.

Only now did he realize that he had missed the most important link, that he hadn't singled out some shams.

But it was too late at this time, Zhang Qianlei had already walked over.

If you lose face, you lose face!

I saw that Zhang Qianlei, who walked over, had already put aside more than half of the paintings without even a minute.

"Hey!"

Looking at these so-called paintings, I couldn't help shaking my head.

What are these, but no wonder, these are elementary school students!

Just when he felt that this time was the worst decision to make.

An anomaly appeared in front of him.

It turned out that Qin Xinxin's picture scroll was buried in it before, and it was pulled apart with the painting on it.

Appeared in front of Zhang Qianlei.

Under the eyes of everyone, Zhang Qianlei stretched out his hand and picked up the scroll on the table.

Luo Jiashu also saw it at this time, but he thought a little more.

Turning to look at the teacher who was in charge of sending in these students' paintings just now.

I saw the teacher shaking his head at him, obviously he didn't know either.

For Chen Qianlei, who has been addicted to painting for decades, he just touches the surface of the scroll.

I knew it was just painted, the temperature on it, and the smell of pen and ink.

"A novice?"

From the smell of pen and ink, Zhang Qianlei can be sure that this is a novice,
Because the pen and ink technique of grinding is too rough.

Thinking so, out of curiosity, he still put the scroll on the table.

Open slowly.

Even if it's done by a novice, he still has to respect the opponent's achievements, and can't start a fight roughly.

Some industry rules still need to be done.

"what!"

He just opened it up a little and looked at the pen and ink on it, his eyes lit up.

The actions of his subordinates did not stop, and the anticipation in their hearts grew stronger.

When he opened it halfway, he knew that if this was drawn by a primary school student, then this talent is too great.
"This word."

What surprised Zhang Qianlei was not only the painting, but also the inscription on it.

The entire sheet of rice paper has been rolled out, and this is a four-foot piece of rice paper.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, the students are not sensible and brought the parents' paintings!"

Seeing the painting above, even Luo Jiashu, who doesn't know how to paint, knows that it is not something his students can draw.

He hurriedly stepped forward to apologize to Zhang Qianlei.

"No, you are wrong!"

Zhang Qianlei stopped Luo Jiashu from continuing, and looked at the paintings on the table seriously.

Now that the panorama is unfolding, he can tell from just one look that the artist is definitely not more than ten years old.

In other words, Luo Jiashu was too worried just now.

From the way of painting, Zhang Qianlei can still see that many of them are full of novices.

From the looks of it, the author rarely draws.

Otherwise, how could these mistakes be made.

That's what surprised me, a child who rarely paints, and a child under ten years old.

What this means, I don't need to say it myself.

Right now, the level of this Chinese painting has reached the worst among his students.

"Principal Zhang, I want to meet this student!"

Now Zhang Qianlei suddenly became excited, but he concealed it very well.

"well."

Hearing Zhang Qianlei's words, Luo Jiashu froze for a moment, then responded quickly.

Unexpectedly, there are really seedlings in my school that Mr. Zhang has taken a fancy to.

"lead the way!"

Luo Jiashu ran outside and hurriedly called Teacher Shang to lead the way.

Zhang Qianlei didn't want to read the following paintings.

Luo Jiashu didn't ask for it either, one was enough.

So under the eyes of all the teachers and students, a group of people walked out in a mighty manner.

"Ms. Ye, I never thought that there would be such a good seedling in your class."

Ye Yin, who just walked out of the office, was seen by his colleagues.

He hurried over and told her what had happened.

Now even Ye Yin was confused. When will there be a student who is so good at painting in the class.

Thinking back carefully, I really can't think of who it is.

But she was also curious about who this student was, so she followed behind.

"Mr. Zhang, the principal is this class!"

The one who spoke was the teacher who received the painting before, but what he didn't expect was that.

The picture scroll that I suspected before was able to alert Mr. Zhang to come over in person.

"Who is classmate Qin Xinxin!"

Ye Yin, who was standing outside the door, was shocked when she heard this.

There was an expression of disbelief on his face.

When will Xinxin know how to draw? She is still so good!
When I first came here, my colleague told her about Mr. Zhang's expression when he was looking at the painting.

"Principal, I am Qin Xinxin!"

Qin Xinxin stood up immediately when she heard someone calling her name.

It was Luo Jiashu who I saw, the vice-principal knew him.

"Ha ha."

At this time, a kind old man walked in behind, but the students all looked at him and laughed inexplicably.

"well!"

After Zhang Qianlei finished laughing, he walked towards Qin Xinxin.

After taking a look, there is still ink dripping on the ground, which is unmistakable.

"Student Xinxin, can you tell Grandpa who taught you how to draw?"

Zhang Qianlei walked up to Qin Xinxin, squatted down, and said with a smile.

"My dad!"

Hearing what Qin Xinxin said, someone immediately came out and said, "Student Xinxin, don't lie!"

This person is a middle-level person in the school, and he also knows Qin Mo. How can a food delivery person know how to draw and teach himself so well.

"Hmph, I didn't lie, it was my dad who taught me!"