Wanwan's paintings are nothing amazing. Just like many children who go to kindergarten or elementary school, she draws them in a simple and abstract way, and likes to use different colors to turn a piece of white paper into colorful colors.

But the little girl's rich imagination makes such an "ordinary" children's graffiti interesting!

"Wanwan, are these three people you, mom, and uncle?" Yang Jing asked with a smile while Wanwan was drinking water.

"Yeah, this is uncle, and then this is mother!" The little girl was excited. She put down the kettle, pointed it with her little finger, and explained to Uncle Yang Yang with great enthusiasm.

Okay, it was originally very strange to draw. The largest conical stickman was painted with hair from behind by Wanwan with a red pen!

"Then is this hair? Wanwan likes that uncle has red hair?" Yang Jing said with a smile.

"It's not hair. Hehe, this is a hat, it's the uncle wearing that, that helmet for riding a bicycle." Wanwan said with a smile, and when he came back, he corrected the words.

"Oh, where are the three of us going to play? There are bicycles here, right?" Yang Jing did not tell the story he guessed, but asked more open questions so that Wanwan could fully utilize her imagination.

"It's just going to the sea. This is Uncle Yang Yang hugging his mother, and then his mother hugging Wanwan!" Wanwan described it, and couldn't help but raise his little hands high, depicting their hugging, giving people a dancing posture.

However, Yang Jing really couldn't see the hug in the picture. Everyone's hands were spread horizontally, not even next to each other.

Well, maybe this is the "plot" mentioned in that video. Even if it can't be drawn, it will perform it in Wanwan's little head.

"It's so beautiful. Wanwan. You can use these watercolor pens to draw the scene of our bikes. It's really excellent!" Yang Jing praised exaggeratedly.

"Hehe!" Wanwan twisted her butt happily on the chair.

After she finished laughing, she turned her head and looked at Uncle Yang Yang expectantly, as if she was saying: Ask me quickly, ask me quickly, there are still many fun things!

"What about this? Wanwan, is this a seagull?" Yang Jing continued to ask, pointing to an animal with a bird-like wings next to a big red sun.

"No! This is a plane, Yang Yang's father... Well, Uncle Yang Yang and Mom, and Wanwan go to take the plane together..." Wanwan said, shaking out her thoughts. She leaned against the edge of the table with her little hands, lowered her face embarrassedly, and blinked her big eyes, and looked at Uncle Yang Yang secretly.

Yang Jing smiled slightly, reached out to rub the little guy's head, and said with a smile: "You can call Yang Yang Dad, just like it."

"But, my mother doesn't say this to Wanwan because she said it's not good." Wanwan whispered, as if her mother was hiding somewhere to eavesdrop.

"If your mother doesn't give it, just say it was Yang Yang's father agreed." Yang Jing waved his hand and said with a thrilling momentum, "When the time comes, let your mother come over and tell me, let's see how Yang Yang's father convinces her!"

If you don’t obey, you will spank!

Now I secretly hold it in my arms every night, and Yang Jing just had a reason to touch him...

Wanwan didn't know the adult's curves. She just looked at Yang Yang's father with admiration, and her joyful look was written on her grinning mouth and two cute dimples.

"Wanwan, what is this big round face?" Yang Jing continued to ask. Wanwan's painting had too many strange patterns that she could only see clearly.

"This is a cat! In the cartoon, the cat's face is so big." Wanwan's little hands were supported on the chair and shook happily.

"Cat..."

Yang Jing really didn't realize that normal people always have beards when drawing cats. Wanwan didn't have beards, who could guess that it was a cat!

But Yang Jing strictly abides by the principle of not teaching Wanwan how to draw, and just smiles and says, "So it's a cat. Does Wanwan like cats?"

"I like it." Wanwan ordered a little head and said excitedly, "The cat is super cute! Meow, whisper, very cute."

Seeing that her eyes suddenly lit up, Yang Jing could feel how enthusiastic Wanwan was for the cat.

But thinking about it, with Wanwan's quiet personality, he will really like those weak, cold, and not so noisy kittens.

"But my mother didn't let Wanwan raise cats, and my mother said it was hard to raise them." After Wanwan was happy, she suddenly began to feel lost again.

"The main mother is also very hard-working. She works and sells egg burgers after get off work, right? She is very tired to take care of you. How can I help you raise cats?" Yang Jing didn't just follow Wanwan and talk to Sister Xiaoyun for her. He would still patiently analyze with her.

"Well, Wanwan knows that because my mother likes cats too. My mother often feeds the cats with the meals we haven't finished eating!" Wanwan nodded sensibly.

"So, we must learn to be considerate of each other. In the future, Yang Yang's father will take you to play with cats. Yang Yang's father's sister has a cat at home. It is a big Persian cat with super beautiful hair." Yang Jing said with a smile.

"Really!" Wanwan looked at Yang Jing in surprise and became happy again.

...

In the evening, when Liang Xiaoyun returned home, Yang Jing had already packed up the table, and the watercolor brushes and the remaining drawing paper were transferred to the shelf in his bedroom.

Of course, Yang Jing also made an agreement with Wanwan that he would bring her here to play "drawing" every day in the future.

But Wanwan's first painting had been carefully put away by Yang Jing. He was about to frame it manually when the frames customized online arrived.

Seeing Liang Xiaoyun dragging her tired body to the kitchen, Yang Jing handed the book to Wanwan and asked her to read it by herself.

"I'll go and help my mother with work." Yang Jing murmured to Wanwan in a low voice.

"Yeah!" Wanwan nodded repeatedly.

For some reason, this little girl is very happy, her big eyes are all smiling.

Maybe it was because the sensible girl was happy for her mother when she saw Yang Yang’s father caring for and loving her mother!

"Hey, didn't I say that you, the big man, need to intervene in the kitchen work?" Liang Xiaoyun couldn't help but angrily when she saw him snatching his own basket.

"You said the same as my mother's tone." Yang Jing smiled, "Why don't you let me interfere? Should men just stand by and wait for dinner?"

Liang Xiaoyun said with a smile and cry: "No, the problem is that you can't make it either! Look at you, you broke the cabbage heart and there is not much left to eat!"

"Okay, then you teach me and I will learn from you." Yang Jing did not blush, but also chuckled with Sister Xiaoyun with a thick face.
Chapter completed!