"Hello, Aunt Xiao." Ye Muheng greeted her obediently in his clear, childlike voice.
Ms. Xiao felt her heart melt instantly. Ye Muheng in front of her was so handsome, and his voice was so pleasant, so gentle and sweet.
"Xiaoheng, is your drawing finished? Can Auntie take a look?"
Ye Muheng nodded gently, and Wan Ge grabbed her mother's hand: "Mom, come quick, my brother's drawing is so beautiful."
Ms. Xiao held her daughter's hand tightly and followed him to the easel in front of the French windows. Looking at the lifelike painting and then at the garden outside the window, she thought, "This painting is amazing! Can someone this age paint such a wonderful picture?"
The view outside the window is real; every blade of grass and every tree is beautifully real.
Ye Muheng's painting resembles the view outside the window, but because it is a painting, it has a more artistic feel to it. If one did not see the Ye family's garden with their own eyes, many people might think it is the fairyland garden that Ye Muheng imagined.
Ye Muheng's paintings are less realistic than real scenes, but more dreamlike.
Ms. Xiao also has an art background. Although she works in interior design, appreciating famous paintings is definitely not a problem for her.
Ye Muheng is only eight years old, yet he can draw like this. With more careful nurturing and a particularly good teacher, it's unimaginable how much he can achieve.
Seeing her friend's stunned expression, Madam Ye spoke softly beside her, "The teacher hasn't been teaching for very long, just some simple techniques. The teacher said to let him draw on his own for a while longer to develop his own style."
Ms. Xiao nodded: "Yes, he really doesn't need it at his age. It's not too late to wait until he's older. Besides, he's already quite skilled at drawing. He has his own style, and he may have figured out some techniques on his own."
Mrs. Ye nodded, but they were also a little worried about what would happen if their child became so engrossed in painting that he would stay up all night, not eating or drinking.
Ye Muheng looked up at his mother and said softly, "Mom, I'm hungry."
Madam Ye patted the child's head: "The chef has made some delicious pastries. Why don't you take your sister to eat some pastries first? We'll have dinner soon."
Ye Muheng nodded.
Then he reached out his hand to Wan Ge.
Wan Ge immediately let go of her mother's hand, took Ye Muheng's hand, and followed him downstairs.
Because they never knew when Ye Muheng would want to eat, the Ye family always kept some pastries and other snacks on hand so that Ye Muheng could have something to eat at any time.
As the sweet and soft pastries melted in her mouth, Wan Ge watched Ye Muheng eating his meal slowly and methodically. The more she looked at him, the more pleasing he became to the eye. She wondered how handsome he would be when he grew up.
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After having lunch at the Ye family's house, Wan Ge also took a nap there.
In the afternoon, I went with them to the beach near the villa and picked up some seashells.
Wan Ge gave all the seashells she had collected to Ye Muheng. Ye Muheng was slightly taken aback, but didn't say anything more, only thanking her.
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Mrs. Ye wanted them to stay for another dinner, but not long after they returned to the villa, a servant came to report that a gentleman was outside picking up his wife and daughter.
Madam Ye didn't even need to look to know who it was. Looking at Ms. Xiao in front of her, she softly asked, "Aren't you planning to remarry him?"
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