Ji Anzhi didn't think too much, and she didn't have stage fright.

Since he was a child, he has been reading and learning calligraphy with his older brothers and sisters.

The six arts of a gentleman, she has learned well, and she is no worse than her brothers in any aspect.

When my grandfather was alive, he often regretted that she was not a man.

Ji Anzhi never felt that there was anything wrong with being a woman.

If it weren't for her daughter, how could she enter the palace to accompany her dying sister and take care of her nephew growing up.

It's just a long time to learn all kinds of skills, and she wants to enrich herself a little.

Her calligraphy and painting skills are indeed not outstanding when she is in the boudoir.

But after entering the palace, she was lazy to compete for favor, and she was afraid of lack of patience, so she practiced embroidery.

In order to make the embroidery exquisite and beautiful, many famous calligraphy and paintings were copied, and the most important thing in the palace is these unique collections.

She uses the best resources in the world, and it is difficult not to have outstanding painting skills.

She doesn't think it's much to show off, and she has never paid much attention to it.

Since they want to see it, then draw it.

To a certain extent, Ji Anzhi is also a simple-hearted person, and it is easy for her to enter a state of selflessness in whatever she does.

Although there are many onlookers around him, Ji Anzhi can still splash ink without distraction.

Ji Anzhi is best at drawing peony pictures, because she has one in the palace, and when the flowers bloom, they are rich and gorgeous.

She has been drawing this picture a lot, so she has long had a picture in her heart, and her pen is like a god.

The general outline was drawn in three or two clicks, although it has not yet taken shape, the people who eat melons have been amazed.

The pride in Ji Mingmei's chest was about to surge, and she was eager to show off to others.

But Sang Yu had already seen her mother's excellence, so she decided to make Huo Nanchen envious.

Without hesitation, he dialed a video invitation to him, and coincidentally, Huo Nanchen was in his uncle's office.

As soon as the video was connected, Ji Mingmei excitedly lowered her voice and said:

"Brother Huo, you have a blessing for your eyes today, I want to share with you my mother's live video of painting, so that you can also open your eyes."

After she finished speaking, she turned the camera and faced Ji Anzhi, who was painting.

Before Huo Nanchen could react, the mobile phone was snatched by Huo Wanjun.

His deep eyes stared at the woman on the screen seriously.

When he saw Fu Mingjin, who was also painting beside him, his eyes were dark and a little scary.

Huo Nanchen saw that he was displeased, and immediately came over, and when he saw Fu Mingjin in the video, he knew the reason why his uncle was unhappy.

At first, he didn't believe that the old house was on fire, just like his uncle, he had been disdainful of women for decades before, who would have thought that he would fall on women one day.

tugged at the uncle's clothes, signaling him to restrain his emotions and manage his expressions.

Then he looked at Ji Mingmei with a smile and said, "Sister, what is Aunt Ji doing?"

Ji Mingmei explained in a low voice: "Emperor Fu came to record the show, and his mother mentioned that he could paint before, so he wanted to talk to his mother." ”

Huo Nanchen nodded clearly, and then looked at the aunt who was painting seriously in front of the camera.

To be honest, it is rare to see such an outstanding woman as his aunt, and it is no wonder that his uncle can't help himself.

Everyone stopped talking, for fear of disturbing the two who were painting.

Fu Mingjin painted a picture of a beautiful woman, dressed in flowing Hanfu, doing needlework with an embroidered bandage under the eaves of the porch.

The person in the painting obviously can't see the facial features, but the charm and temperament are three points like Ji Anzhi.

Ji Anzhi concentrates on painting her own paintings, she has drawn this peony picture not ten times but nine times, and she can draw it with her eyes closed.

So Fu Mingjin hasn't finished painting the entire outline yet, and she has already begun to color.

She drew seriously, and Huo Wanjun outside the video also watched it seriously.

If his feelings for her originated from those beautiful dreams, unspeakable flesh.

From this moment on, he began to face up to her precious soul.

Huo Wanjun has never been a person who is dominated by Yu Wang, and his previous shallow and greedy possessiveness is particularly ridiculous at this moment.

To treat a woman who is above him in both soul and talent, he should pay 120,000 points of sincerity.

Huo Wanjun was extremely afraid, and he almost lost his thinking deviation.

Ji Anzhi also made the last touch.

I saw that the peony flowers on the paper were delicate, and even the dew drops on the petals were clearly visible.

It is like a beauty swaying in the breeze, which is unforgettable.

When Fu Mingjin saw that she had finished painting, he also came over to admire it, and after seeing her work, his eyes were full of amazement!

He said sincerely: "I've heard that painting is expensive in writing about one's life, and it is good to be able to get a form and a god!" This sentence, I realized today that this is not true at all, Ms. Ji's works are really impressive. ”

Xu Yifei didn't know much about these elegant arts, but when she heard what Fu Yingdi said was so exaggerated, she couldn't help but lean over to take a look.

Although she didn't want to admit it, the peony picture painted by Ji Anzhi was really amazing.

Ji Anzhi was tired of listening to flattering words a long time ago, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

She said politely and detachedly:

"I think that if the painting is too similar, it will be kitsch, and if it is not similar, it will deceive the world, and whether it is good or not is just a matter of whether it fits the eye."

Maybe she has everything, so she is always extra open-minded when it comes to foreign things.

Seeing that the time was almost up, he said with a smile: "You guys talk slowly, I'll go to the kitchen to cook first."

She walked in a chic manner, leaving everyone alone and unable to return to God.

Ji Mingmei hurriedly said to Huo Nanchen: "I won't tell you, I have to put away my mother's peony picture, so as not to be taken away."

She didn't even give Huo Nanchen time to reply, so she hung up ruthlessly.

Huo Wanjun returned the phone to Huo Nanchen without any expression.

Huo Nanchen couldn't see his uncle's joy and anger, and couldn't help but be a little flustered.

said cautiously: "Uncle, auntie, this is a normal work need, I think there should be nothing between her and Fu Yingdi."

Huo Wanjun straightened his cuffs and asked nonchalantly, "Do you think I'm such an unreasonable person?"

Huo Nanchen subconsciously shook his head, although his uncle was ruthless and ruthless, he was not unreasonable.

Huo Wanjun said in a low voice: "Although I mind her getting close to others, I won't restrict her freedom, I can't love her in my own way, my desire to control will only ruin the possibility of us being together."

Huo Nanchen didn't expect him to have this realization, and said earnestly:

"Uncle, you're right to think so, you haven't experienced real feelings, it's normal that you don't know how to love at first, two people get along slowly and run in, and it will always get better and better."

Huo Wanjun hummed lightly, he didn't want to discuss too much with his nephew, he was not a stupid person, and he had his own decisions in case of trouble.

Ji Anzhi didn't care about anything, and slowly entered the kitchen.

An Lin is carefully cleaning the silver carp, and the other dishes have been washed by her, and she is serious and organized.

Even the kitchen is neat and clean by her, and it feels comfortable to look at.

Ji Anzhi likes people who are serious, and said with a smile: "Sister An, it's hard for you, you clean so many dishes by yourself."

An Lin pinned the hair that had slipped down behind her ears and said with a smile:

"What is it for me to do this, you are working hard to cook, I washed all the dishes you took out, you see which condiment you want to match, I will get it again."

Ji Anzhi was not polite to her, and directly selected some condiments and handed them to her, and there was someone to help, she was indeed much more relaxed.

Without Ji Anzhi in the living room, Fu Mingjin also restored his original elegance and easy-goingness, and chatted with other guests in front of the camera after painting.

In my heart, I am looking forward to Ji Anzhi's cooking, and now there are few women who can make a good table.

Finally, when the meal was served, the aroma of the food had already wafted to the living room, and everyone was about to run out of the stomach.

So when An Lin brought out the first dish, everyone consciously went to the kitchen to help.

Ji Anzhi's forehead was covered with sweat, she had to go back to the room to take a shower and change her clothes first, and she didn't care about everyone.

Xu Yifei's mother and daughter also cheekily rubbed together, although they were stabbed by Jiang Nan several times, they were as if they hadn't seen it.

When all the dishes were served, everyone sat around, and deliberately left a vacant seat for Ji Anzhi beside Ji Mingmei.

She hadn't come yet, and everyone didn't move their chopsticks.

Ji Anzhi didn't make everyone wait too long.

As soon as she came over, Teacher Yu pointed to a large table of dishes and said with a smile:

"Anzhi, come and introduce the dishes you make, every dish looks so appetizing, I'm really worried that after the end of the show's recording, we will all have to follow the fat circle."

Ji Anzhi said with a calm smile: "How can it be so exaggerated, the amount of each dish is not very much, and it is almost gone for two or three bites per person."

She pointed to the dish in front of Ji Mingmei and said:

"This dish is mustard fish fillet, seasoned with mustard, suitable for summer and autumn, although it is a little spicy, but it will feel cool when breathing, salty and vinegary, with a unique flavor, you can try it first."

Hearing her say this, everyone picked up chopsticks to clip them, the shredded fish was fresh and tender, and the mustard was spicy and spicy, and even those who were not used to eating mustard felt delicious.

After Ji Anzhi waited for them to swallow the food in their mouths, he pointed to another dish and said:

"This dish is a flower stuffed shiitake mushroom, the name is good, it doesn't take a lot of effort to make, the meat puree here is shrimp meat and eel meat, and a little minced ham, steamed out of the marinade with broth."

Teacher Yu was amazed, "You are so delicate in cooking, compared to you, my life is too rough." ”

Fu Mingjin is also full of admiration, a woman who can live her life into a poem, it is indeed impossible to take your eyes off.

Jiang Nan didn't care so much, he picked up the mushrooms and put them in his mouth, chewed them a few times, and felt that the texture was soft and mellow.

She gave Ji Anzhi a thumbs up and said cheekily:

"Sister An, can I go to your house to cook if I have nothing to do in the future? I'm alone, you don't mind, right? ”

She clasped her hands together, her eyes were full of pleading, Ji Anzhi's smiling eyebrows were crooked, and she said generously: "Welcome at any time~"

Ji Mingmei was proud and proud, smiled proudly, picked up a piece of pork belly and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ji Anzhi saw that there was a little sesame oil on her mouth, and hurriedly picked up a tissue to help her wipe it clean.

Ji Mingmei was about to cry because of the delicious meat in her mouth, she asked excitedly:

"Mom, what's this dish called? It's delicious, isn't it? ”

Ji Anzhi doted and said:

"This dish is called cloud meat, choose square pork belly, use an iron fork into the middle of the lean meat, burn the skin surface on the fire until it is blistered, and then put it in rice washing water to soak for 20 minutes, scrape the burnt skin with a knife, and wash it with water."

This dish sounds complicated enough, but He Can listened carefully, and his cheeks were bulging when he ate, and his mood was obviously beautiful.

Even though Fu Mingjin knew that he had to control his weight, he couldn't help but take a bite of the cloud meat.

After chewing a few times, his eyes lit up amazingly, and he asked with a smile, "What do you do next?"

Ji Anzhi took a sip of water and continued:

"Then put the meat into the casserole and add the broth to boil, skim off the foam and add the condiments, simmer over low heat until the chopsticks can penetrate the meat, and then put it in the iron pot, put it in the broken pot and brown sugar and mix well, put a steaming drawer on it, the meat skin is facing up, put it on the steaming drawer, cover the pot and burn it over high heat, wait for the smoke to come out of the pot, turn off the fire when the smoke comes out, take out the meat until the smoke disperses, and then cut it into pieces and put it on the plate, pour on the appropriate amount of soy sauce, vinegar and a little sesame oil."

This is cooking, and it's not much different from making art.

This cloud meat not only has a nice name, but also looks brighter in color, yellow and red.

The texture is crispy in the mouth, and the taste is mellow and fragrant.

Everyone here can't take care of controlling their weight anymore, and eating one less piece of this meat is a tyrannical thing.

Fu Mingjin really thinks that whoever marries Ji Anzhi.

Must be the luckiest man in the world!