Anyway, since they live by the sea, it's easy for them to find raw materials.

Why did you end up getting yourself into studying art and painting? Grandma Xiaohao doesn't even know a single word, but she can still make incredibly lifelike seashell crafts.

"Mom, are you kidding me? School starts soon, how can I have time... to study?"

Chen Hong: "Time is like water in a sponge; you can always squeeze some out!"

Let's sign up for a class first and see. If we find it interesting, we can continue learning. If not, we can give up after one semester.

What if, son, you're an artistic genius? It would be a waste of your talent not to give it a try!

Yu Yang was dejected and went back to his room to practice guitar and calligraphy.

Chen Hong laughed and muttered to herself, "You brat, back when we were kids, we had to draw on the ground with twigs. We never had such good conditions! You don't even know how lucky you are!"

Although Chen Hong wanted to test her son's potential in art, she didn't intend to force him to study.

However, there are relatively few courses in elementary school, so he has a lot of free time. Chen Hong thinks it is very necessary for him to be exposed to various courses at this stage.

Nothing happened that night. The next day, after taking Yu Yang to class, Chen Hong consulted the receptionist about good art teachers, preferably those who had won awards.

Chen Hong believed that she was willing to spend more money on a teacher with such genuine skills.

When he got home, he saw it was already 8:30. He quickly took things out of his spatial storage. Zhou Yi was not like Yu Yang. This man had sharp eyes. He could see what was in the house and what wasn't. If you stayed at home for a long time, you couldn't hide it from him.

The small balcony connected to the kitchen was piled high with all sorts of grains, fruits, wines, dried goods, and seafood. Chen Hong had managed to make room for them all.