The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 125 0125. Learning to draw is very hard. (15)

Jiang Shaoheng watched the little girl as happy as a child weighing two hundred catties, and closed her mouth just now.

Forget it, let her rest for a while, and let her paint later.

"Brother Shaoheng, I want to eat fruit salad!" Zhuang Xinian turned on the Internet TV, and after choosing an anime he liked to watch, he slumped on the sofa and shouted to Jiang Shaoheng.

Jiang Shaoheng: "..."

He began to doubt whether he was qualified for the job of urging the little girl to lay a solid foundation for painting.

But even though he was so skeptical, Jiang Shaoheng obediently went to make fruit salad for Zhuang Xinian.

The little girl's appetite is more important, maybe she will obediently go to paint after eating happily?

Then, Jiang Shaoheng just watched the little girl spend three hours eating fruit salad while watching anime.

And her painting still maintains the appearance when Zhuang's father left in the morning, without any change.

"Niannian, after lunch later, you can go and finish the rest of the painting, okay?" Jiang Shaoheng put down his pen, turned his head to look at Zhuang Xinian who was staring at the sparkling TV.

Zhuang Xinian didn't respond, as if she didn't hear.

"Nian Nian, be obedient, or Uncle Zhuang will be angry when he comes back." Jiang Shaoheng continued to persuade him earnestly.

Jiang Shaoheng knows how difficult it is to coax Zhuang Xinian.

Whether it is to coax her when she is angry or to coax her to do something she does not want to do, the difficulty coefficient is at least four and a half stars, and the highest coefficient is five stars.

Therefore, Jiang Shaoheng spent half an hour coaxing Zhuang Xinian, but he couldn't make her move. There was no other way, the time was almost up, so he had no choice but to cook first.

Jiang Shaoheng is still very talented in cooking.

In less than half an hour, the two dishes and one soup were served deliciously.

"Nian Nian, turn off the TV and come over to eat." After Jiang Shaoheng set up the chopsticks, he saw that Zhuang Xi Nian hadn't moved, and shouted.

Only then did Zhuang Xinian reluctantly turn off the TV, walked slowly to the dining table, and took a look at the dishes. They were all okay, and they were all favorites.

Then Zhuang Xinian pulled out the chair and sat down.

Jiang Shaoheng didn't dare to persuade this little ancestor again.

You can't be persuaded, you can't be persuaded, you can't be provoked, you can't bear it.

After dinner, Jiang Shaoheng silently went to wash the dishes, and Zhuang Xinian obediently walked around the living room a few times before returning to the studio.

When Jiang Shaoheng came out after washing the dishes, he didn't see Zhuang Xinian in the living room, but also saw that the door of the studio was ajar. He was relieved, saying that he was finally obedient.

This little girl is too difficult to serve. In the next half month, I am afraid that I will be written down in her small notebook many times.

half a month later.

When Zhuang's father came back from France, Zhuang Xinian was sitting with Jiang Shaoheng doing summer homework.

Zhuang's father slowed down, dropped the suitcase and walked into the studio.

In fact, he was indeed fully prepared psychologically, but when he really saw Zhuang Xinian's sparse drawing paper, his anger suddenly burned up.

Painting is a thing that needs to be accumulated. If you are not skilled in painting, no matter how talented you are, it is useless!
But thinking that the little girl was still doing homework, Zhuang's father forcefully suppressed his anger, and then spread out the few sheets of drawing paper to look carefully.

Not to mention, these few paintings are not bad, at least it can be seen that this is someone else's painting skills for a year.

　Good morning babies!
　　I think the recommendation ticket is very worth seeing!

　　Ducking!

　　In order to add more march! !
　　


(End of this chapter)