My brother entrusted his child to me, and I livestreamed raising the baby, making the Empress cry wi

The classroom was warm and cozy, with the central air conditioning running quietly, keeping the freezing cold air out completely.

A thin layer of mist had condensed on the windowpanes inside, and the branches of the sycamore trees outside swayed gently in the north wind, casting shadows on the windows that resembled a moving ink painting.

At the long table, Xiao Douzi looked up at Lin Ye, her brows still furrowed. She hesitated before speaking:

"Hmm... Little Douzi wants to recreate the petting zoo we went to last weekend. She wants to make some of the little animals from there—like the lambs, the chinchillas, the raisins, and the Bichon Frises..."

His voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, and by the last few words he was saying, he was practically breathing.

She looked down at her twisting fingers, her voice muffled and tinged with insecurity, "But, isn't it too difficult... so many animals, I'm afraid Xiaodouzi won't be able to do it well..."

Lin Ye looked at her drooping head and reached out to rub it:

"It's okay, little one, just do what you want to do. You have to try! You can't give up on anything without even trying!"

He rubbed his hands a couple of times before pulling them back, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Besides, your godfather's here. He'll help you!"

Xiao Douzi looked up at him, seemingly infected by his certainty, and loosened her hands that were unconsciously intertwined.

She gave a heavy "hmm," her earlier hesitation vanished, and she turned around with high spirits to reach for the materials box on the table.

Seeing this, Lin Ye reached out and firmly supported her lower back with one hand, while pushing all the material boxes belonging to their group in front of her with the other.

The live chat became lively.

[Commoner Zhang Ersan: Parent-child crafts? This is about parents and children doing crafts together? The immortal realm has so many creative ideas, but what's the point...?]

[Commoner Lin Xiu: You can't say that. Look how happy the eldest princess is. The children are happy, the parents are happy, isn't that already very useful?]

[Commoner Wang Fugui: The eldest princess said she wants to build a petting zoo, the one we went to during the Sky Curtain trip, right? With so many animals there, are they all going to be built? That would be a huge project!]

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Lin Ye took out small portions of each item from the materials box and laid them out on the table.

"Little Pocket, let's issue the task."

He turned his head, resting one elbow on the edge of the table, and said with a teasing tone, "Godfather will do as you say."

"Then...then Godfather, can you make the fence for me first? The fence from the interactive ranch." Little Douzi smiled shyly, clearly having already planned out the process in her mind.

"Okay," Lin Ye replied readily.

He pulled two brown felt sheets from the pile of materials, laid them flat on the table, and cut them into strips with scissors.

Then, these felt strips were crisscrossed to form a square fence frame.

Then Lin Ye picked up the hot glue gun. The nozzle was already preheated, and the glue stick emitted a unique, slightly sweet, caramelized aroma after being heated.

He used a hot glue gun to create extremely thin lines of glue along the seam. The glue cooled very quickly, changing from a translucent liquid to a solid in just two seconds.

After the fence frame was glued on, Lin Ye picked up scissors and cut the light brown cardstock into extremely thin strips.

Then, wrap these cardstock strips around the horizontal bars of the fence, applying a drop of glue to secure them after each wrap. The strips create a fine spiral pattern on the felt.

These are thick straw ropes tied to the fence.

After completing the last loop, he used scissors to cut off the excess paper strips, placed the end over the starting end, and applied some glue to secure it.

And just like that, a miniature fence was formed.

Little Douzi wasn't idle either.

She picked out a wad of light gray wool felt from the materials box.

The felt was loose and soft; holding it in my hand felt like squeezing a small ball of cotton candy.

She placed the wool felt on the table, then grabbed larger balls of white and pink felt and arranged them in rows on the table.

Little Douzi looked at it carefully for a while, then looked up and called to Lin Ye, "Godfather, look—the gray one is a Chinchilla, and the white one is a Bichon Frise."

She paused, her finger landing on the last pink pom-pom, and said earnestly:

"This is a raisin! Although there are no pink-fuzzy cats in the world... raisins have pink skin, so I chose this color!"

Lin Ye was attaching the last crossbeam of another fence.

Hearing this, she glanced at the few fluffy balls and smiled slightly: "Little Pocket's color choice is very accurate."

Encouraged, Xiao Douzi became even more motivated.

She then placed the pink pom-pom in her palm, rubbed it together with both hands, trying to make it resemble a cat's body more.

But the fluffy ball was too fluffy, and when you rub it, it just falls apart, with the downy fibers spilling out between your fingers like a bursting dandelion.

The fluffy fur stood up in all directions, looking nothing like a cat.

A gust of north wind howled past the window, rustling the bare branches of the sycamore tree.

The last few remaining withered leaves were also pulled off the branches by the wind, swirled around, and disappeared.

"oops--!"

Little Douzi hurriedly gathered the scattered fur back together, her little brows furrowed, her lips pursed, looking at the ball of fur in front of her with a bit of a loss.

"Don't worry." Lin Ye noticed Xiao Douzi's situation and comforted her.

He put down the hot glue gun, took a wet wipe from the wet wipe box on the table, and wiped his hands.

Then he reached into the materials box and took out a thin, long needle.

"Wool felt isn't a small, crumpled pouch." He said, scooping up the pink wool that had been crumpled into an irregular shape by the small pouch.

Five slender fingers gathered the scattered fibers little by little, arranging them into a fluffy, somewhat irregular sphere, and placed it on the small foam mat on the table.

Then he took the poking needle and began poking the ball of fur, one poke at a time. "This is how you pok," he said.

The needle pierces the wool, making a soft "shush" sound. With each stitch, the fluffy wool becomes a little tighter.

The loose, blurry pink cloud gradually shrank and took shape under his needle, becoming more and more defined.

Little Douzi rested his chin on his hands, leaning over the table and watching intently.

As she watched, her eyes widened and rounded, reflecting the pink wool that was shrinking little by little under the needle.

She couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Godfather! It's shrunk so much! It was such a big ball just now, and now it's so small..."

As Xiao Douzi spoke, he gestured a large circle with his hand, then a small circle, his expression one of astonishment as if a magical magic trick was being performed before his eyes.

"Yes, the tighter you poke it, the smaller it becomes, and the more fixed its shape becomes."

Lin Ye turned the needle around and poked the wool ball in from the side.

He demonstrated by poking a few more times, then turned the handle of the needle toward the little pocket and handed it to her, his voice encouraging:

"Little one, would you like to give it a try?"