Milk cute group treasure, fathers are fighting for favor again!

Chapter 265 Decathlon Milk Dumplings

Su Kele is young, and although he writes beautifully, he does not have a good grasp of the length of the paper. The whole poem only uses half of the rice paper, and he plans to cut the paper later, so that Xiaoxiao can use the blank space to paint.

The milk dumpling outlines the muscles and bones of the plum branches in two or three strokes, dips the tip of the brush in ink, and after a while, the plum branches in the corner of the wall appear vividly on the paper.

The gravel in the corner of the wall is mixed but not messy, the plum branches have tendons and bones, and the ink plum pictures are all made with ink. The proportion of ink and water is different, showing different shades of ink.

The ink color is deep and light, and the layers are clear, and the three-dimensional sense of space is excellent.

The eye-catching ink dots on the rice paper are smudged into plum blossoms with a smile. The place where the ink is thick is the plum heart. The plums are blooming, and Ling Han blooms alone. Because the ink has added the juice of wintersweet, the fragrance of the ink exudes a faint fragrance. The fragrance just corresponds to the "dark fragrance" in the poem.

Gu Cizhi witnessed the whole process and was stunned.

Is my daughter too omnipotent?

That boy Jiwei is not only superb in chess, he is also a quatathlon in poetry, calligraphy, chess and painting, he also taught Nai Tuanzi so that he is proficient in all aspects of poetry, calligraphy, chess and painting.

He originally thought that Ji Wei raised Xiaoxiao, and Xiaoxiao didn't get good material nourishment, but now it seems that Ji Wei's nourishment to Xiaoxiao's spiritual world has far made up for the lack of material.

Xiaoxiao put down the brush and ran out of the door.

Seeing that Su Kele was still worried, she held his hand with both hands, pulled him up and said, "Cole, don't worry! I drew a picture on your word, come with me to have a look!"

Su Kele's young boy is sad, interrupted by Xiaoxiao's chattering vitality.

Su Kele was actually not that worried anymore, but he felt that he was looking at the snow outside, and the camera must have a special feeling and handsomeness, and he could fascinate the little girls one after another, so he persisted.

Xiaoxiao came to pull him away, and he followed happily.

God knows how much he has suffered for trying to be handsome, even if it's cold outside, it's so tiring to keep in one posture all the time, his legs are numb, and his hands are sore!

Xiaoxiao pulled Su Kele away, and Su Kele took two steps before the soreness and numbness in his legs disappeared.

Following Xiaoxiao to the desk, Su Kele was stunned to see his poem ruined by ink dots suddenly turned into a harmonious painting poem.

His big round eyes turned around, looking at the painting for a while, and smiling for a while. It took a long time before he closed his long mouth and asked in disbelief: "Xiaoxiao, did you draw this?"

Nai Tuanzi nodded with a smile, on her white and tender face, a pair of beautiful smiling eyes curved into crescent moons, indescribably soft and cute.

Su Kele hugged Nai Tuanzi excitedly, "Smile, you are amazing!"

The milk dumpling turned decay into a miraculous operation, which successfully attracted the surrounding people to watch.

The colleague next to Cheng Juan sighed with her, "What a family of monsters!"

Monster is a commendatory word here. Su Kele learned good handwriting at a young age, and she solved the problem of ink dots in painting with a smile, making the picture very harmonious, completely beyond her imagination of the genius little cute baby. With Su Chaomu's deeds, I feel that the three members of this family simply do not leave a way for their peers to survive.

Cheng Juan said with a smile: "Keep your voice down, if Su Kele hears you calling him a little monster, he will turn into a little monster and pounce on you in the next second, baring his teeth."

Sometimes children can't distinguish the emotional color in the tone of words, and only judge the emotional color from the literal meaning, which is easy to cause misunderstanding.

The colleague stuck out his tongue, "If my daughter can be half as good as them, I will be called a monster."

(End of this chapter)