Then his gaze fell directly on a chair placed behind the foot of the opposite bed, where his little schoolbag was placed.

"Oh, I found it." She muttered to herself and started walking towards the chair with her short legs.

The chair is not high; the little person can just reach it.

"Hmm, I wonder what Mom is planning to do?"

Curious, she had already grabbed her schoolbag and gone outside.

The moment Ye Wanying saw the small figure emerge, her inner complaints vanished instantly.

cough.

Why think so much?

Even if it happens, it will be a long time from now. It's too early to think about these things now.

"Mother"

The little guy's chubby face was so sweet when he smiled; I really wanted to take a few bites.

"Mommy, Mommy, I got the dumpling!"

Amused by her son's cautious look, she said, "Yes, Mom saw it. You're the best, baby."

The little man was naturally overjoyed to be praised.

"Mom, here you go."

"good"

Taking the small schoolbag and opening it, Ye Wanying pulled out several sheets of white paper for her son to draw on, and then took out two pencils and an eraser from the pencil case.

"Okay, that's all, baby. Do you know what to do next?"

The little man thought for a moment and nodded.

"Know"

Ye Wanying had no doubt about her son's intelligence; she took the things...

"Mom will go in first. If anyone wants to come in, please let Mom know."

The little guy nodded readily, "Mmm, mmm, I understand."

Once Ye Wanying entered the room, the little guy sat obediently at the table in the main room, taking things out of his little schoolbag one by one.

Seeing that only Tuanzi was left, Xiao Jiu put down her toys and came over.

"Little dumpling, are you going to write?" he asked.

"Yes, that's right. Little Jiu, would you and Tuanzi practice writing together?"

Writing

Xiao Jiu's first instinct was definitely to reject it.

Well, how could a child as young as Xiao Jiu possibly love studying? As a boy, of course he loves playing more.

Doing homework is something I have no choice but to do.

But now, Xiao Jiu is conflicted about her beloved little dumpling brother's request.

"Forehead"

The little figure seemed to sense, "Brother Xiao Jiu, don't you want to write?"

Wow, that's the truth!

However, Xiao Jiu shook her head insincerely, "No, no. Cough, what do you want to write? I'll teach you."

"OK"

The two radish heads look quite amusing from a distance.

In the next room, Yingying was also busy.

I borrowed paper and a pen from my son, and now the pencil is scribbling away on the white paper.

What should I write?

The couple were facing each other, so Gao Dan had no idea what his wife was doing.

"portrait."

Um

"I didn't even see clearly how to draw the face."

"Then let's just draw it for fun."

Play

That's a lie.

Commander Gao believed everyone else who said it was just for fun, but his young wife would never believe it.

The room was very quiet; the only sound was the rustling of paintbrushes.

After a few minutes, Ye Wanying smiled and uttered two words.

"alright."

Gao Dan was genuinely curious and asked, "Can I take a look?"

"certainly"

The portrait quickly reached Gao Dan's hands, and he couldn't help but admire how closely it resembled his own description.

Just how many skills does this young wife possess that I haven't yet witnessed?

Commander Gao smiled broadly, a rare sight, as he carefully examined the portrait in his hand, then pointed to a certain spot.

“I remember there was a mole here, and it was quite big.”