I rely on the system to support my eighteen brothers and sisters

"How could it possibly go bad? These dishes were just made this morning." Fang Yuting didn't think there was anything wrong with it. It wasn't like the food had been left overnight and couldn't be eaten.

But even if it is overnight food, not everyone can eat it. After so many years of drought, the people have less and less food. Even if it rains now, the crops will not grow in a short time. It will take at least half a year for the new crops to grow and be edible. But now the heavy rain keeps coming, and it is hard to say whether the crops can be planted.

Even these leftovers would be snatched away by hungry people every time they were taken out. Some people Fang Yuting knew would even use their connections to ask Fang Yuting to leave some leftovers for them.

"I am a princess, how can I eat leftovers like this? I order you to make fresh food for me immediately."

Fang Yuting looked at her in embarrassment, then looked at Qiao Linxi. Qiao Linxi drank a mouthful of soup before she spoke slowly, "Miss Qiao, what do you want to eat? Just tell me, I'll make it for you."

"Really?" Qiao Wan'er's face lit up: "I want to eat braised fish and braised pork elbow..."

"Okay," Qiao Linxi stood up and stretched out her hand towards Qiao Wan'er, who looked at her in confusion. Qiao Linxi spoke again, "Money, if you want to eat delicious food, you have to pay. You don't want to get it for free, do you? Although you are getting it for free now, if you want to get the best food for free, you have to pay more."

"I..." Qiao Wan'er choked. She didn't expect Qiao Linxi to speak so harshly. Did she get anything for free? It's just...

"Qiao Wan'er, I, Qiao Linxi, am not a saint. I am only able to keep you here because those people said that Lord Qin is a good official. Otherwise, I would have driven away a trouble-making young lady like you long ago."

"Qiao Wan'er, stop messing around, this dish is still very fresh."

Although those words were not directed at Qin Xiaoqing, he still felt embarrassed when he heard them. He was a man, but he was eating gigolo food.

When Qiao Wan'er saw Qin Xiaoqing defending Qiao Linxi, her eyes reddened. She put down her chopsticks and ran to the backyard and returned to her room.

"Miss Qiao, Qiao Wan'er is young, don't bother with her."

Qiao Linxi shrugged and said indifferently: "Of course I didn't bother with her. If I really did, I would slap her in the face and let her know why the flowers are so red."

Qin Xiaoqing: ...

Qiao Linxi: She eats her food and lives her house, and yet she causes trouble for him. This is because she is kind-hearted. If it were someone else, they would have kicked Qiao Wan'er out long ago.

Qin Xiaoqing stared at Qiao Linxi. She looked so gentle and kind, and she didn't look like someone who would hit anyone. Of course, except for that dirty-minded man that day.

He has been here for almost a month. The Qiao family has many children, but they are all very obedient. He has never seen Qiao Linxi scold any of the children.

Without Qiao Wan'er's presence, the meal was quite enjoyable. Qiao Wan'er had a room in the snack bar, and she returned to her room after dinner.

Qin Guozong was eagerly waiting for Qiao Linxi to come back so that he could paint his portrait, but Qiao Linxi seemed to have forgotten about it and went straight back to his room after dinner.

But Qin Guozong couldn't wait any longer and wanted to know whether Qiao Linxi's father was Qiao Zijin, so after Qiao Linxi returned to the house, he asked Qin Xiaoqing to knock on the door.

"Father, Miss Qiao might have already gone to bed. Would it be too abrupt for me to knock on the door?"

"Go knock on the door first and see what's going on."

Helpless, Qin Xiaoqing had to ask the maid to make a pot of tea and took it to Qiao Linxi's room himself.

At this moment, Qiao Linxi was indeed not asleep either. She was sitting at the table in the room in a daze.

Hearing the knock on the door, Qiao Linxi got up to open it. When he saw it was Qin Xiaoqing, he was a little surprised.

"Miss Qiao, I..." Qin Xiaoqing looked back at his father, "My father asked me to come and bring you a pot of tea. It can also help you to concentrate while you paint Uncle Qiao's portrait."

Qiao Linxi: She said she was going to paint a portrait of Qiao Zijin? No?

Seeing that both the father and son were looking at her, she couldn't refuse and could only nod and let Qin Xiaoqing enter the house.

Qin Xiaoqing placed the tea on the table in the room and said, "I'll go get some writing brushes and ink for Miss Qiao."

"That's not necessary."

Qiao Linxi rejected Qin Xiaoqing. She would not say that she could not use a brush. As a person in the later generations, there were really few people who could use a brush to paint.

She stood up and walked to a cabinet, opened it and took out a box of pens. Of course, these colored pencils were what she had just exchanged with the system, and she just used the cabinet to cover it up.

"I have a pen here."

When Qin Xiaoqing saw the thing that looked like ordinary chopsticks, he was surprised, but he didn't ask. He watched quietly as Qiao Linxi put the pen on the table, spread out a piece of rice paper, and started drawing lines.

To be honest, Qiao Linxi is just an ordinary person, and her painting skills are not that good, but she has the support of the system, and the system has also activated the memory engraving machine in Qiao Linxi's brain, transmitting the images in Qiao Linxi's mind to Qiao Linxi's hands, so Qiao Linxi is now like a copier, copying those images onto paper.

Of course, in order not to scare Qin Xiaoqing, the system used a layered approach when transmitting the images.

In Qin Xiaoqing's eyes, Qiao Linxi's current appearance was just like an ordinary person painting, drawing lines, depicting contours, and then refining and finally coloring.

The only difference is that the pen in Qiao Linxi's hand is different from the one he usually uses for painting, and there is no need to mix the paint, because those pens are already colored.

"This pen is so magical. It actually has colors and you don't need to mix it."

Although Qin Xiaoqing didn't want to disturb Qiao Linxi, he couldn't help but pick one up and look at it carefully.

He touched the painting that Qiao Linxi had drawn again, and was surprised again: "This painting is actually dry and won't stain your hands."

It took Qiao Linxi about half an hour to transfer all the images in his mind onto rice paper.

The picture shows a middle-aged man in his thirties, dressed simply, with his hair tied up with a gray headband. His sleeves are rolled up to his forearms, and he is holding a hoe in his hand, standing in a green cornfield. The sky above is very blue, without a single cloud. The man's face is sunburned and there are beads of sweat on his forehead, but at this time he has a smile in his eyes.

It was as if the person in front of him was the love of his life.

Through the portrait, Qin Xiaoqing could feel the love emanating from him.

"Zijin, this is Zijin..." Qin Guozong appeared in Qiao Linxi's room without knowing when. He looked at the portrait on the table with excitement: "Although we haven't seen each other for almost 20 years, I can still recognize him. He is the son of Master Qiao, Qiao Zijin."