Director Cai: "..."
Sigh! It seems that the big boss's face, sculpted by God himself, is still more attractive. My once-dominant good looks are gone forever.
It's all tears when I talk about it!
After enjoying the big boss's embrace for a while, Chu Chu obediently returned to her seat and began to draw.
She lowered her head and fiddled with her watercolor pens, arranging them in her preferred way. She picked up her favorite pink one, glanced to her left, and saw that Sisi was still frowning and struggling, not having started drawing. On the right, Qi Huanhuan had drawn something that looked like a cylinder, decorated with small circles, a few flowers, and five candles. The reason she could tell that the five straight lines were candles was because she had crookedly outlined the flames on them.
Chu Chu looked left and right, and everyone was quiet. She patted her chubby cheeks with her two little hands, touched her pink lips with her two little fingers, and asked Qi Huanhuan in a low, sweet voice, "Sister Huanhuan, is this a pretty cake~~~"
"Yes~" Qi Huanhuan pointed to the red area on the picture with her chubby little hand and said, "Little Chuchu, this is a strawberry, this is cream, and these are candles, five of them, because I'm five years old~~~"
"Wow~ Huanhuan and Jiejie are five years old, and I'm only three~~~"
Qi Huanhuan hugged Chu Chu's chubby neck and said softly, "So Chu Chu is a little sister~~~"
The two little girls cuddled for a bit, then went back to drawing.
The guests were "isolated" from the view and didn't see a single watercolor painting.
Si Yiming sat on a small stool, shaking his long legs, looking restless. He kept craning his neck to look around, but Director Cai blocked his view with his large palm-leaf fan. "Brother Si, what's wrong with you? You can't look, you know that? Looking is cheating!"
Siming's body trembled: "..."
I only glanced at it and didn't say anything, so how is that cheating?
Siming nervously rubbed his hands together and said to everyone, "Are you confident in your little ones' drawing skills? I certainly am not. I'm so worried, what should I do?"
"What are you afraid of, you big man?" Director Cai stood with his hands on his hips, blocking Si Yiming's way with his massive weight. He patted Si Yiming's shoulder with a palm-leaf fan and lectured him with a serious face, drawing on his experience: "Look at you, the father. How can you be like this? You have no confidence in your child at all. If they find out, do you know how heartbroken they will be? Have confidence, have confidence, OK?"
Simin looked like he was about to cry, but still nodded against his will, "I know, I know, I understand, brother."
But I still lack confidence. Sisi's drawing skills are truly amazing. He can't even tell what she's drawing. He's completely bewildered by what she's drawing.
Director Cai brought over a small stool and sat down in front of Si Yiming. The two grown men stared at each other. Director Cai slapped his palm-leaf fan behind him, rubbed his smooth head, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face. "Brother Si, I have some good news for you."
Good news?
Can anything coming out of your mouth be good news?
You're being kind by not setting traps for me.
Siumin looked wary. "What good news?"
Director Cai stood up, bent down, and hooked his arm around Si Yiming's neck, his mischievous smile deepening. "Hehe~ Your two darlings each ate four kinds of food, which makes a total of eight kinds. Other guests can only eat four kinds, but you can eat eight. Isn't that great news?"
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