The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 102 0102. Do you want to learn to draw? (7)

Jiang Shaoheng smiled and didn't speak, but just patted Zhuang Xinian's head, with an undisguised support on his face.

Zhuang Xinian grinned sweetly, then turned around and grabbed the brush, and opened a new canvas.

Seeing that Zhuang Xinian began to paint with confidence again, Jiang Shaoheng turned around and left.

When he came in again, there was an extra plate of fruit cut into small pieces in his hand. Originally, he wanted Zhuang Xinian to eat it by himself, but seeing that her hands were full of watercolors, Jiang Shaoheng thought for a while, and decided to honestly eat the fruit. hello.

Zhuang Xinian didn't show any troubles anymore, and began to draw obediently. Maybe it was because he was no longer obsessed with the similarity of his works. Will add my own creativity to remedy.

Day by day, Zhuang's father's birthday is approaching day by day.

At the end of Zhuang Xi's reading of the painting, there was no more, and there was no need to look at the painting by Zhuang's father.

On the day of Zhuang's father's birthday, Zhuang Xinian got up early in the morning, went into the kitchen and made a bowl of noodles and eggs for Zhuang's father, put them on the dining table, and then quietly moved his last work into his room, waiting to celebrate Dad Zhuang’s birthday tonight.

Father Zhuang heard Zhuang Xinian clanging in the kitchen when he was in the room, he quietly opened the door to take a look, and happened to see Zhuang Xinian coming out with a bowl of something unknown, Father Zhuang hurriedly cleaned it up Pick up and come out.

"Niannian, what are you doing? Are you burning yourself?"

Zhuang Xinian hurried to Zhuang's father, took him by the hand and asked him to sit down in front of the bowl of noodles, "Dad! Happy birthday!"

Zhuang's father was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was overjoyed, "Nian Nian, you made this for Dad?"

Zhuang Xinian nodded, grabbed the chopsticks and stuffed them into Father Zhuang's hand, and pushed his arm, "Dad, try it!"

"Good! Good! Dad, eat now!" Zhuang's father suddenly felt that his eye sockets were a little hot, and blinked desperately while eating.

Zhuang Xinian has been paying close attention to Zhuang's father's reaction. When he saw Zhuang's father's reaction, he immediately panicked, "Dad, is it not delicious? Then don't eat it! Wait until Niannian learns better next time." Make it for Dad again!"

As he said that, he wanted to grab Zhuang's father's bowls and chopsticks.

Zhuang's father quickly stopped her, "No, no, it's delicious! My daughter made it for me, of course it's delicious! Dad is so happy! Dad's Nian Nian, when I was a child, I was born prematurely, and when I came out, I was weak and weak. A ball, laying in the incubator, and in the blink of an eye, Nian Nian was able to cook a bowl of noodles for Dad. Dad was touched! Thank you! Thank God, thank you mother, for giving Dad such a good dear girl!"

Zhuang Xinian put her arms around Papa Zhuang's neck, and with a "boo", kissed Papa Zhuang's face forcefully, "Dad, eat quickly! I have a present for you tonight after eating!"

"Okay!" Zhuang's father stretched out his hand to hug Zhuang Xinian on his lap, and quickly finished a bowl of noodles.

After playing with Zhuang Xinian for a while, he went into his studio, waiting with great anticipation for the surprise to come in the evening.

Time seems to be enchanted, and slowly, in the expectation of Zhuang's father, I finally waited for Zhuang Xinian's happy shout——

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(End of this chapter)