Now the most important thing is to come up with a Korean cookbook, she has learned all kinds of braised vegetables, and it is not a problem for her to write and draw because of the great improvement in Korean, what bothers her is that there are too many things to make, how many dishes to choose as recipes? You must know that she only has such a chance, and after choosing these dishes, she will have to make excuses again to come up with the recipes, which is too conspicuous.

But the things are very characteristic and delicious, and the ones that could have been selected into the recipes by Zhi Naojun are the most local specialties, and some have even been passed down after hundreds of years of testing, so easy to choose? Miaoer spent a lot of effort to pick and choose for several days and finally compiled a recipe, the dishes include braised vegetables, roast duck, roast chicken, etc., delicious and delicious, the production is simple and not too expensive too many raw materials, and it is more popular and marketable, the rest is how to find a way to take this out, the problem that has attracted attention!

There's no way anyone is letting her be too young now, and it's not appropriate to think of any excuses, usually it's her father who sends her to the gym, and she plays with new friends in the gym for a day, and there are countless pairs of eyes to supervise the whole process. Who told Boss Jin and his younger brothers to take good care of the two of them, good guys, those disciples of his are like holy decrees, and even they have to follow them to the toilet, and she is better that girls don't have to be accompanied in, and her little friends are pitiful, and they have to be followed even on the tuba, so that he quietly complained that it was not a big deal, which made her laugh for a long time.

Finally, when it was time to go home, my father came to pick up people again, and occasionally I could go to my sister's house to pick up people, and she couldn't even find an excuse to pick it up on the road, which was really annoying. Miao'er thought about it for a long time before she hit the idea on Kim Chang-won's pile of old books.

Those books have been piled up there for a long time, probably after his accident, he has not touched them, but it should be the books he cherishes, and they have been kept in cardboard boxes, and he cleaned up the house a few days ago, and he cleaned up the ashes on the boxes, but he didn't open them. Miao'er took advantage of his absence to sneak a look, basically all of them were books on painting, only three were older, the paper was yellowed, it seemed to be a person's essay, and there were some transcribed poems or something, the handwriting was very beautiful and the daily language was a woman's mouth, but I don't know whose diary it was, so he Abba took it out for collection.

Miao'er spent some gold coins to make a small book from Zhi Naojun with some almost the same yellowed paper, and spent some money to let Zhi Naojun imitate the same handwriting to copy the recipe, and make all the preparations, I can't see that it is fake, even if Jin Changyuan sees it, he will only think that he didn't pay attention to take it out, or he just forgot about it, and he didn't think that it was forged. Anyway, Zhi Naojun is omnipotent, he can do anything, but it's a pity that he needs money to die, and everything needs gold coins to pave the way.

As soon as Jin Changyuan came home that day, he saw Miao'er doing on the stool and flipping through his bookbox, those books were brought out by him when he ran away from his hometown, they were his favorite or the books he wanted to use at that time, but a series of things happened not long after he left home, and these books have been sealed in the box and not opened. He didn't like to touch it, now that his daughter wants to learn to paint, it's good to show her, and she can also gain some insight by reading more paintings of famous artists, Jin Changyuan found that he really wanted to open it, and then read these books with only some emotion and not sadness.

"Abba, you're back! Why did you come back so early today? "Today, her little friend didn't come to the gym because of something, so she stayed at home and didn't go over, and she took a day off and casually did what she had planned for several days.

"Didn't you work overtime yesterday! There isn't much going on today, so you can come back early and rest. How do you have your own home? Didn't you go to the core love house to play? Have you eaten? Bread? Kim Chang-won chatted with his daughter while washing his face.

"I ate at my sister's house, and Cui's mother wanted to go to the vegetable market to buy something, but I didn't follow, so she sent me back by the way." As she spoke, Miao'er flipped through the recipes she had prepared as if she were flipping through a book, and she pretended not to know what it was, and turned to a page of a drawing of roast chicken with stick figures and showed it to Kim Chang-won. "Abba, what do you think this is? It's so strangely drawn, is it a dead chicken? ”

Jin Changyuan took it and looked at it twice, and asked a little strangely, "Isn't this a recipe?" This is a picture of a cooked chicken, where did you turn it out? ”

"It's in that pile of books! I asked you in the morning, and you said you could look at it casually! Miao Er pointed to the bookcase again.

Jin Changyuan curiously turned two more pages and muttered with emotion, "It's really grandma's words, I don't know how I put this out." ”

He grew up with his grandmother when he was a child, and his relationship has always been very good. After her old man passed away, he left a lot of things as a memorial, and he didn't forget to put two things on when he left home, but why didn't he remember this thing? Maybe he wasn't interested in the recipe because it was a recipe, so he didn't care! Jin Changyuan shook his head, and handed the things in his hand to Miao'er, intending to pour out the dirty water.

How can you just leave? This is too distracting, it took her several gold coins to make it! Miao'er grabbed the corner of Jin Changyuan's clothes, "Abba, read it to me, what is written on it?" I don't even know each other! ”

"Okay, Abba will read it to you." Jin Changyuan only thought that Miao'er had been addicted to learning literacy with Xin Ai for the past two days, so he hugged Miao'er to his lap, flipped through an article casually and read it to her little by little.

"Abba, isn't this something that sounds delicious? Can you make it for me to eat? Miao'er saw that she had come to this point, and Jin Changyuan, a novice in life, couldn't see the business opportunity, so he had no choice but to give advice, "Didn't you say last time that you can sell it for money if you have a delicious recipe?" We've got a recipe for that, right? If it's delicious, wouldn't it be able to sell for money? ”

"It's not so easy to sell for money, your father can't even cook instant noodles, where can you make this! Are you hungry again? What to eat at noon? Jin Changyuan ignored his daughter's fairy tales, just flipped through the recipes, looked at the familiar and friendly handwriting, and recalled the various delicacies that his grandmother made for him when he was a child. Although his parents were busy and not around, he lived happily every day, and he was much better fed and clothed than her poor daughter, alas!