Chapter 536: Discovering the talents of the three little ones

"I didn't know people well before and mistook fish eyes for pearls. I won't do that again in the future."

Seeing Fang Shuyu actually reflecting on himself so honestly, Mingzhu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Fang Shuyu:...

"You naughty girl, you are scaring me again."

Mingzhu laughed and said, "Ms. Fang, how come you have become so easy to bully now? Where is the ferocity when you first saw me in Nanshi?"

"How could it be the same then? You gave birth to three big fat grandsons for my family. No matter which mother-in-law you are, she would have to worship you."

"Oh..." Mingzhu looked depressed: "So, I still benefit from your grandsons. Tsk tsk, it's over, there is no love anymore."

Fang Shuyu explained hurriedly: "No, no, that's not what I meant..."

Mingzhu looked at Fang Shuyu's helpless look and almost couldn't help laughing. Jiang Duo beside her raised his hand and rubbed her head: "Okay, stop it."

She finally couldn't help it and laughed.

Fang Shuyu was speechless, and turned to look at Ming Chunni: "My dear, look at this good niece you raised, it's simply... infuriating."

Ming Chunni couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene.

Nowadays, no daughter-in-law dares to play with her mother-in-law like this. Her niece lives a different life from others.

Seeing how she is favored by her husband's family, as an aunt, I am really happy for her.

After Mingzhu finished laughing, she became more serious and looked at Fang Shuyu: "Ms. Fang, please don't complain to my aunt. Little Third has indeed been taught badly. Fortunately, he is still young. It is not too late for us to correct him now. From today on, except when Little Third is feeling unwell, he is not allowed to succeed in getting any problem or thing he wants by crying. If he likes to cry, let him cry. There will always be a day when he cries enough. Don't be soft-hearted."

"You, as a mother, are not soft-hearted. As a grandmother..." Fang Shuyu said, feeling a little lacking in confidence, but she cleared her throat at the end: "Anyway, I can do it."

"That's fine, you don't have to worry about me. He was crying so much, and I could resist beating him. It was my greatest kindness. In my hands, no child can be bad."

After saying the business, she planned to help make dumplings, but Ming Chunni didn't let her.

She was free anyway, so she simply dragged Jiang Duo to accompany the three little ones to paint.

It turned out that they were just drawing a family portrait of their family of five.

Because coloring was more troublesome, his little hands painted for most of the day, and it was only a few strokes away from being completed, but the painting was ruined.

This is just a child. If it were an adult, Jiang Wanyi would have been beaten today.

Mingzhu sat aside, staring at the three little ones busy at the table, and suddenly realized that although it was Xiangxiang who asked to draw, Panpan seemed to have better talent.

He didn't even know how to hold the pen, so he used the fist method to draw a small picture of himself on the paper. The proportions were surprisingly good, and the outlines were also very smooth, almost done in one go.

Although Xiangxiang drew very seriously, his head was big, his body was small, and his legs were a bit absurdly long. The only advantage was that it could be seen as a person.

She wanted to praise Panpan a few times, but she didn't know if Xiangxiang liked painting more. If she exaggerated too much, it would dampen the child's enthusiasm.

She rolled her eyes and asked, "What do you three like to do most?"

Xiangxiang immediately raised his hand: "Mom, I like playing basketball."

Mingzhu was a little surprised: "Have you played basketball?"

"Uncle played basketball with us. It was so much fun. Uncle even praised me for my athletic talent."

"Which uncle is so nice that he actually helped my son discover his hobby?"

Jiang Duo whispered: "Jiang Qi."

"Oh, cousin," she looked at Xiangxiang and asked again: "Don't you like painting?"

Xiangxiang shook his head: "I don't like painting, I like playing basketball."

Mingzhu smiled secretly. Fortunately, she didn't like it, so she didn't have to be embarrassed. She looked at Deng Deng again: "What about Deng Deng? What do you like?"

Deng Deng thought for a while: "I don't like anything."

Mingzhu: ...

Is this the domineering CEO style that we have been carrying since the womb?

Isn't it too young to enter the industry?

Since she couldn't get the answer here, she had to look at Panpan again: "Where's Panpan?"

Panpan thought that her mother had just been mad at her and would not want to talk to her anymore, but she didn't expect that her mother would actually talk to her.

He was actually a little happy in his heart, but his mother suddenly asked him, and he didn't think about it, so he shook his head: "I don't know what I like."

Mingzhu pointed to the little man he drew: "I think you draw very well. Look, the proportion of the body and the lines are very comfortable to look at."

Panpan, who was inexplicably praised, looked up at Mingzhu in surprise, and then looked at the little dolls he and his brothers drew in the painting.

It seems that what he drew is really better than the ones drawn by his two brothers.

He immediately said, "I like painting."

Mingzhu nodded, "Then you should work hard to paint well. Maybe there will be a little painter in our family in the future."

When it comes to praising people, you can't be partial. After praising Panpan, she immediately looked at Jiang Duo and started to praise him.

"Husband, look at these three little ones in our family. The eldest has a particularly good talent for sports, the second has a strong logical thinking ability and understands things faster than others, and the third has a good talent for painting. The three children really have their own strengths. We are so lucky to have three such excellent sons, right?"

Jiang Duo saw Mingzhu's little thoughts and knew that she always spared no effort to make people feel comfortable when praising people. He nodded naturally and cooperated, "Yes."

The three children painted the little figures with colors while secretly praising themselves.

Maybe because they were in a good mood, they ate a few more dumplings at noon, which made Fang Shuyu very happy.

After dinner, Jiang Duo wanted to take Mingzhu to her grandfather's place for a nap.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the door, Qiao Bin drove back with Song Ke.

The car stopped steadily. Song Ke calmly got out of the passenger seat. After saying hello to Jiang Duo and Mingzhu, she was about to turn around and say goodbye to Qiao Bin when she saw Qiao Bin also getting out.

She nodded to Qiao Bin, her expression was very proper, even... a little serious: "Brother Qiao, I'm sorry to trouble you today." Qiao Bin was

a little restrained: "It's okay, you're welcome. If you have any problems in the future, just let the boss and sister-in-law notify me at any time."

Song Ke nodded and said nothing.

Mingzhu looked at the atmosphere between the two people, and felt something was wrong. When they left in the morning, weren't they both still feeling happy?

How come after being gone for a whole morning, they seem to be... unfamiliar with each other?

No, there's something wrong.