Chapter 346 The Little Devil Who Deserves a Beating

It was definitely not because she was embarrassed to talk to Zong Zhao alone.

Xu Wan thought stubbornly.

The little devil had already crouched over the desk, and the lackey asked in a low voice, "My most powerful father in the world, are you done with your work?"

Zong Zhao said without even raising his head: "Go back and get ready. I'll go there tomorrow morning."

He heard everything the mother and son said just now.

The little devil was so excited that he jumped up on the spot: "Wow! Great! Dad, you are really awesome! I'll go tell them now!"

Xu Wan was sitting outside and couldn't hear what they said. She just felt that the little devil hadn't been in for long when he started shouting excitedly, and then ran out to tell her that Dad had agreed. He was indeed worthy of being his father.

Xu Wan: “???”

Zong Zhao is a very capable person.

Why does he seem to be very efficient in everything he does? He arranges his time very tightly, gets things done as soon as he says he will, and has a strong execution ability. Xu Wan thought: If he were in the modern workplace, he would definitely be promoted like a rocket.

Zong Jincheng ran back in a hurry to report the news, but turned back halfway.

Xu Wan asked, "What else?"

The little devil chuckled and said, "They haven't finished their exams yet. I'll wait until I have lunch with my parents before going back. It's not too late."

Xu Wan looked at the bowl of breakfast porridge in front of her and felt that she was full. She spread her hands and said, "I can't eat anymore."

Zong Jincheng was not discouraged, and quickly pulled her aside and said, "That's great, I'll take mom out for a walk and some food, she'll be hungry soon."

"Where are you going?" Xu Wan couldn't keep up with his train of thought and was dragged out by the brat.

In the small courtyard, Shunzi was already waiting with the things ready. Zong Jincheng produced a pile of bamboo and paper from somewhere and had someone bring them into the house and put them on the table.

Xu Wan recognized it at a glance: "You want to make a lantern? How is this considered a walk?" She thought he was going to take him for a walk, but it turned out to be indoor handicrafts.

The little devil grinned and said, "Of course not. I learned how to make lanterns from my brother before, but I learned very slowly. It was very tiring and brain-burning. The night I finally learned it, I ate two more meat buns than usual." As he said this, he stretched out two fingers to gesture.

Xu Wan teased, "That only shows that your hands-on skills are too poor. Isn't it very simple to make a lantern?"

"How is it possible? You don't know if you haven't done it. You will understand how difficult it is if you try," Zong Jincheng began to teach enthusiastically, "Let's first tie the bamboo strips into the frame of the lantern. It's like this. Start from this position and hold on tightly."

The two held a lantern in each hand, one was demonstrating and teaching, while the other was trying to assemble it. He would occasionally ask, "Can I make an elliptical frame?"

The little devil thought for a moment and said, "That's fine. I can make it in whatever shape my mother likes. As long as the bamboo strips are fixed, I can cut the paper and paste it according to the shape and size."

Xu Wan was not in a hurry to cut the paper, but teased him again: "I want to fold a few more small bamboo sticks."

Zong Jincheng frowned: "What's the point of folding small bamboo strips? It will be messy and difficult to paste paper."

While Xu Wan was talking, the small bamboo strips had been folded and fixed on top. When the bamboo strip frame was turned over, it was in the shape of a small rabbit.

The little devil was stunned. He exclaimed, "Can you make a lantern like this?"

Xu Wan said, "Next it's time to cut the paper."

"Yeah..." Zong Jincheng quickly handed her the scissors.

Xu Wan skillfully cut the paper and applied paste, and quickly made a little rabbit lantern. It looked lifelike when she picked it up with a carrying stick. Zong Jincheng looked at the lantern in his hand and instantly felt that it was quite standard.

He finally reacted and asked suspiciously, "Mom, have you already known how to make lanterns?"

Xu Wan smiled and said, "Could it be that I am just gifted and just learned it from you?"

In fact, she was really good at it. She had made a few lanterns in the orphanage to entertain her younger brothers and sisters. She also made a few lanterns to relieve boredom when she was busy in the Shangshu Mansion. She had a quick mind and could develop new shapes by herself, making all the lanterns look good.

The little devil frowned and said, "I don't think I'm that powerful."

Xu Wan was painting on the lantern and said jokingly, "Hey, the successor of Wenquxing is still not confident sometimes. This is not your style, isn't it?"

Zong Jincheng snorted and said, "The successor of Wenquxing is only good at reading, not proficient in everything. If I were proficient in everything, wouldn't the world be so angry that they would jump into the river?"

"Haha, then the world should thank you for leaving us a way out?"

The little devil raised his head and said proudly, "Mom, you don't have to thank me. I can keep it for you."

"Pfft, you're fat and you're out of breath. Come and draw. I want to see what beautiful patterns you can draw on that lantern." Xu Wan said as she drew.

Zong Jincheng packed up the lantern, picked up the brush and said, "I want to write, not draw."

"Are you worried that the painting will be too ugly?" Xu Wan exposed him mercilessly.

Zong Jincheng blushed and retorted, "No! My lanterns must have my own characteristics. Painting cannot represent them. Poetry is my strength!"

"Ah?" Xu Wan asked with a question mark on her face, "Isn't poetry your weakness?"

The little devil snorted and said, "When you've been away for three days, you should look at me with new eyes. See how I can surprise you!"

Xu Wan finished the painting and put it aside to dry, while the little devil mysteriously finished writing the poem with a look of smugness on his face, as if he had written a famous saying that will be passed down through the ages.

Xu Wan wondered suspiciously, could it be that this boy's poetry has really improved a lot?

After a long time, the ink dried.

The little devil turned the lantern around and boasted excitedly, "Look, mom, how is it, isn't it amazing!"

Xu Wan looked carefully:

"There are eight talents in the world, and Zong Jincheng has only one stone, and he borrowed the anger of the world to fight two. His talent astonishes the world, and his literary ideas are like a spring. His writing is shocking, and his poems make ghosts and demons weep."

Xu Wan: “………………”

Destroy it, I'm tired.

The little devil pestered her and asked, "How is it? How is it? Isn't it super domineering!"

Xu Wan said with a numb face: "You really deserve a beating. If you dare to hang it out, you will definitely be beaten to death."

The little devil said confidently: "Those who want to beat me are the ones who can't catch up with me even if they flatter me. That's called jealousy."

Xu Wan thought to herself: No matter how much I flatter you, I can’t catch up with your narcissism.

However, after being tortured like this, Xu Wan felt that her soul had been greatly hurt, and she indeed had the energy to eat lunch again.

Having finally achieved his goal of having dinner with his parents, Zong Jincheng sat happily at the table, watching the maids serve the dishes one after another.

At the dinner table, the little devil and Xu Wan would occasionally banter with each other, playing and laughing. This was their daily routine as mother and son. Zong Zhao was eating next to them, so quiet that he seemed to be non-existent. Zong Jincheng asked in confusion, "Dad, why don't you say anything? Is the food not tasty? But you ate a lot, didn't you?"

Realizing that the brat wanted to cause trouble, Zong Zhao put down his chopsticks and looked at him.

The little devil was not afraid of him at all. Instead, he taught him his experience seriously: "Mom likes to talk and laugh with me during meals. This can increase her appetite. Dad, if you keep being so depressed, Mom will only like me and not you."