This is beyond description by the word "awesome".
Despite being so young, his painting skills are so high.
This is simply a prodigy.
Zhao Jinbao once again envied Yun Aiguo.
My son is not married yet, but not only did he become a grandfather, he also had such a smart and beautiful granddaughter.
Why doesn't he have the luck to pick up a granddaughter like this?
I think about how I’m in my fifties and still haven’t become a grandfather.
Zhao Jinbao turned his head again and glared at Zhao Guoqing with dissatisfaction.
Zhao Guoqing shuddered when his old man stared at him, and quickly turned his eyes away, pretending that he could see nothing and understand nothing.
"Little girl, is this a sofa you drew?"
After receiving the huge sketchbook from my dad.
Yunmian drew three furniture drawings and five Barbie doll drawings.
The three furniture drawings are the corner fabric sofa drawing, the European-style large bed drawing and the combination wardrobe drawing.
In the 1980s and 1990s, families with an annual income of 10,000 yuan used leather sofas, ordinary working-class families used wooden sofas, and fabric sofas were rarely seen on the market.
European-style large beds and modular wardrobes are popular in big cities but rarely seen in the countryside.
Yunmian thinks that if popular things in big cities are promoted to the countryside in advance, these new things will probably be popular.
"Uncle Zhao has good taste, this is the sofa."
Yunmian nodded like a chick pecking at rice in response to Zhao Guoqing's question.
"I gave this type of sofa a name: fabric corner sofa."
This sofa has a corner, so it is named Corner Sofa. Zhao Jinbao and his son understand this, but why do they add the word "Fabric" in front of the Corner Sofa?
Zhao Guoqing pondered for a moment, then rested his right hand on his chin and asked Yun Mian, "Xiao Niuniu, do you mean to say that a sofa like this can be made with fabric?"
"That's right."
Yunmian nodded again in response to Zhao Guoqing's question.
“Use wood to make the frame, cover it with thick sponge, and then stretch it with cloth.”
Hearing her speak in an orderly manner, like an expert in carpentry, Zhao Jinbao and his son applauded her.
Zhao Guoqing: "Little Niuniu knows so much."
Zhao Jinbao glanced at Yun Mian, and suddenly shifted his gaze to Yun Aiguo.
"Brother Aiguo, I think Xiao Niuniu has a talent for carpentry. How about I take Xiao Niuniu as my last disciple? I will teach her everything I have learned in my life."
As soon as Zhao Jinbao finished speaking, he was met with the cold stares from the Third Master and Yun Aiguo.
Yun Aiguo glared at Zhao Jinbao with dissatisfaction.
The old man just wants to kidnap Mianmian, he is so mean.
"Brother Jinbao, forget it. Mianmian is a girl, why would she learn carpentry? My Yongcheng has already decided to send Mianmian to school and learn painting. Mianmian is going to go to college in the future."
Little Third Master: "Grandpa Zhao, I think Little Tiger is good. If you want to take a disciple so much, you should choose Little Tiger."
Wang Xiaohu, who was carefully counting the number of White Rabbit milk candies left, was called and suddenly raised his head.
"Wow wow wow wow, I don't want to learn carpentry from Grandpa Zhao. I don't want to be Grandpa Zhao's last disciple."
The Third Master just said it casually, but unexpectedly, it scared Wang Xiaohu so much that he burst into tears.
"I want to go to school with my sister Mianmian."
Wang Xiaohu cried and turned his head to look at Yunmian with tears in his eyes.
Seeing his pitiful appearance as he cried bitterly, Yunmian's mouth twitched slightly.
"Okay, okay, let's go to school together, Brother Xiaohu, don't cry."
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