After finishing his work, seeing that the three were still chatting, he sat down and waited.
"Hey girl, what do you think about raising a Pallas's rabbit? They're all cats, right? My house got infested with mice, and they ate all the bran I had stored up. I'm so angry!"
"This little guy is hard to raise, Sister Shufen. In a couple of days, you should take Xiaohua and the little yellow dog home. They are both excellent at catching mice."
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After a while, seeing that it was getting dark, Zhuang Mingcheng urged his wife to hurry home.
"Mingcheng, you can cook tonight."
When she got home, Lu Fangfang still remembered the Pallas's cat incident from that afternoon, and her creative urge grew stronger and stronger.
She told Zhuang Mingcheng to continue his work and went back to the inner room.
She turned on the light, sat down at her desk, and slowly began to draw with a pencil.
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outhouse.
Zhuang Mingcheng chopped up some rabbit meat and put it in a pot to stew with green radishes.
After finishing his work, he wiped his hands on his clothes, went into the inner room, and peeked at his wife.
"Huh?"
Zhuang Mingcheng was stunned.
My daughter-in-law was actually drawing, and it looked very realistic. What she drew was the Pallas's cat that we saw that afternoon.
"This is……"
The daughter-in-law took a pencil and drew quickly, creating a large Pallas's cat and five small Pallas's cats.
The adult Pallas's cat was walking towards the distant grassland with its back to the five baby Pallas's cats.
The five little Pallas's rabbits each had a different expression on their faces; some looked reluctant, some looked aggrieved, and some looked confused.
This painting depicts the scene of the female Pallas's cat leaving the large stone mound in the afternoon.
After watching for a while, Zhuang Mingcheng understood that his wife wanted to draw the scene she had seen that afternoon.
No, it's not just the afternoon scene; my wife wants to use a pen to draw the story of the Pallas's cat family.
Seeing that his wife was engrossed in her drawing, Zhuang Mingcheng didn't dare to disturb her.
He quietly turned around and tiptoed out.
Once outside, he put his index finger to his lips and shushed Little Flower and the Tibetan fox, telling them to be quiet.
He went out into the yard and sat in front of the stove, stuffing firewood into the fire, but his mind was still on what had just happened.
His wife really impressed him; she could actually draw, and draw so realistically. She was truly amazing.
From now on, if anyone dares to tell him that his wife is illiterate, he'll get angry with them!
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