"What are they?"

Zhao Li put the lunch box in her hand on the table and looked at them with a puzzled expression, not knowing what was going on.

"Regardless of them, Sister Zhao, did you cook?"

Han Fan also focused his eyes on the lunch box, and bursts of fragrance came to his nose, making people can't help but move their index fingers and drool unhappily.

Zhao Li was also happy.

This is because she got up early this morning and began to cook some nourishing dishes for Han Fan, which made her work a lot before it was completed.

However, she was also a little apprehensive in her heart, she didn't know if it was suitable for Han Fan's appetite, and she was also a little weak in her heart.

"Well, you haven't eaten yet, come and eat. ”

Zhao Li looked at Han Fan with a smile on her face, and then slowly opened the lunch box.

There are three layers in this lunch box, and each layer is carefully cooked.

"Sniff~"

Han Fan stretched out his nose and kept sniffing, and at the same time, his stomach screamed a few times.

"It's so fragrant, Sister Zhao, your craftsmanship is so good. ”

Han Fan couldn't help but give a thumbs up, and said sincerely, it was even more delicious than eating at Chonghai International Hotel.

"That's good, you eat a little more, and chicken soup. ”

Zhao Li also showed joy, and being able to be liked by him was obviously a very happy thing for her.

"Wow, young man, thank you so much!" Old man Li also gradually regained his previous look, and at the same time, his eyes looked a little downcast, and the people who watched were quite worried.

But Han Fan frowned.

Now when he is ready to taste Zhao Li's craftsmanship, it is a blessing to let such a beautiful woman cook for him.

I was going to say something sensational, but I was about to say it, but it was not interrupted by this old man Li.

"Old man, what are you shouting, haven't you seen the meal?" Han Fan said resentfully, crying when you cry, why are you still pulling him.

I knew that I would not draw the characters on a painting that Old Man Li showed him before.

Old man Li's face also stiffened, how could he still be scolded for thanking others, but he didn't complain at all, but was full of gratitude to Han Fan.

Even he didn't feel this feeling for a long, long time, and today he was able to feel that Xiao Cui was still by his side, thanks to Han Fan.

"Well, this chicken soup is really good, it's delicious!"

Han Fan smiled and took a sip of chicken soup, revealing a very satisfied expression.

However, Old Man Li didn't bother himself, but continued to look at this family portrait oil painting.

Consider oneself inferior to another.

At this moment, he was convinced, even if he painted it himself, it was impossible to draw it in such detail, his expression was exactly the same as theirs, and he didn't find any flaws.

It is simply a saint of contemporary painting.

"I'm afraid this painting has surpassed the Mona Lisa's smile, and it should be placed in the Forbidden City Museum!" Old Man Li kept sending out a shocked look.

Zhao Li was also attracted by this painting, and found that someone was smiling at her, which was really a very strange thing, and many of the artworks she had seen before were not so lifelike as this.

Listening to what this old man said, it was actually painted by Han Fan?

"Brother Han, did you draw this?"

"Well, it's okay, whatever you want. "Han Fan doesn't have any pride, these are all basic operations, what's the fuss.

When Old Man Li and the others heard this, they were a little speechless, is this still painted casually?

Just this, it can be regarded as the world's first family portrait oil painting, and nothing can surpass this.

This is the most direct feeling of Old Man Li.

And Old Man Li's next actions also shocked Han Fan and the others.

"Contemptible Li Taishan, dare to ask where the master is taught?"

Old man Li thought of it, this young man was too young to be self-taught, and there must be a master behind him.

Han Fan was holding a chicken leg in his mouth at the moment, and he saw that this old man Li's attitude towards him had changed greatly, and even when he spoke, his waist was slightly bent, and he was very respectful.

Li Mingcheng and his wife on the side were also shocked by their father's behavior, and they had never seen anyone who could make their father show such a look.

But they also knew that this young man was able to make this painting, and it was obvious that there was some master behind it.

Han Fan smiled, as for Master Shenma or something, none of these are any, and he also intends to tell the truth, pretending to be a noble virtue.

"No, everything is self-taught, no one has taught me. Han Fan said as he ate the fragrant meal.

If you have to say, the system is his master?

But he wouldn't say that.

"Impossible!" Li Taishan looked incredulous when he heard this.

How is it possible that a young man of about twenty years is higher than the level of a master, how is this possible, even if he is a person with good talent, he always needs someone to teach.

"How can we get to this point without the teaching of a famous teacher, this must be impossible. Li Taishan fell into a short life of doubt.

At the beginning, he was called a "ghost painter" at home and abroad, which shows how famous he is, and even he has several famous teachers.

in order to have today's achievements.

Han Fanka looked at Li Taishan, who doubted his life, and shook his head helplessly.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't have any famous teachers to teach, and it was a matter of a piece of paper and a pencil at the beginning. Han Fan said honestly.

However, Li Taishan still didn't believe it and always maintained a skeptical attitude, and the same was true for Li Mingcheng and his wife.

Zhao Li also took a deep look at Han Fan.

I didn't know that Brother Han had this kind of skill before, and it seems that I still don't know much about him.

But it's okay, they have a lot of time anyway, so you can understand it slowly.

Thinking of this, my cheeks couldn't help but flush slightly.

"Old man, do you have to compare? If you can draw something better than me, I will serve you for a month. Han Fan waved his hand and said.

Han Fan also didn't have a big idea, this old man Li has decades of experience, not something he can compare with now, although he has the title of painting saint, he can't be careless.

"No, I lost completely. Li Taishan shook his head.

A painting that can make people feel like they are there, has already divided the winner and loser.

No matter how good you are, you can't draw this level for a while, and you've already lost in time.

And he was convinced.

At the same time, he was full of expectations for Han Fan, and he was completely relieved that the National Artists Association handed it over to him.

"So, the title of president of your association has been given to me?" Han Fan asked.

"Of course, with your level, you can do it. ”