Stop It, Kiddo! Your Dad is the Big Villain Who Devours Everything

Three-and-a-half-year-old Chao Chao runs away from home because she is afraid of getting beaten up. She accidentally bonds with a system meant to redeem villains. Her task is to persuade villains t...

Chapter 505 Chaochao's Handmade Work

Everyone fell silent again: "…………"

Yu Ning rolled up her sleeves: "Shall we...begin?"

Intelligent people have strong hands-on skills and spatial awareness; the entire lantern-making process, excluding dinner time, took an hour. Midway through, Huo Qin returned home, his gaze lingering only briefly on the half-finished product in their hands before discreetly looking away.

Mr. Huo didn't show the slightest disgust, but the fact that he didn't look at it again spoke volumes.

However, Huo Qin still couldn't escape the command of the chief engineer, Chao Chao, and was invited to perform a consecration ceremony for it.

— Tie a light strip to its rear end.

The moment the final product was revealed, almost everyone present held their breath.

There's really nothing to be surprised about.

It's just an ordinary giant cockroach lantern with a glowing rear end.

Imagine getting up to drink water in the middle of the night because you're thirsty. Before you even turn on the lights, you see tiny, ghostly flames lighting up in the four corners of the living room, like glowing eyes that suddenly flap their wings and rush straight at your face from all directions.

Suddenly the world lit up, because we had arrived in heaven.

It wasn't thirsty, it was almost dead.

...No! I can't imagine it anymore, stop, stop!

"Look, brothers and sisters, it really can fly!"

In the center of the living room, Chaochao walked back and forth carrying a short bamboo pole, while the brown sheet pasted on Xiaoqiang's back vibrated up and down in the wind, making it look as if it was about to fly away.

Fortunately, Yu Ning stuck two black round cards on its forehead to serve as eyes, instantly making it look "wise" and resembling the appearance of someone who had been sprayed with insecticide when they were a child.

The little dumpling, extremely satisfied, held it up and chuckled to itself, even signing its name on its bottom with a marker.

A happy little sun.

“…”

The adults in the family all looked indulgent.

The child is fine.

It's just that they have unique aesthetics and an avant-garde style.