Four-and-a-half-year-old baby girl: My seven brothers spoiled me after I came down from the mountain

Chapter 320: Porridge is a laborious job
In the whole painting, there are 21 people, plus a wealthy person, but there is no one "person".

So in the eyes of Congee, are they just such ugly men?

A painting by Congee made everyone begin to doubt themselves.

Seeing that they were silent, Porridge blinked, tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong? Is my painting not good-looking?"

There was a little loss in her eyes.

She has been painting all day.

"It looks good." Qin Lie was the first to say.

The rest of the people also looked over silently and remained silent.

Facing their gazes, Qin Lie picked up the little girl without changing his expression, and said without blinking, "The painting is great and very auspicious. Our family will definitely be able to be together in the future."

"Yeah!" Congee regained his confidence, nodded his head vigorously, and turned to look at the others eagerly.

Qin Ren adjusted his glasses and spoke for the second time, "Qi Zhou's painting is really advanced, at the level of a master."

How could he boast!

After hearing this, the master had to say all night long that he was not a master.

When everyone looked again, there were still those twisted lines, and they still couldn't tell what looked like people.

Could it be that Congee is an abstract and artistic person?
If you insist on saying so...it won't be a high-level one!

Several people's mouths twitched. He must have blinded his eyes during the experiment. It's time to change his glasses.

Facing their disdainful looks, Qin Ren's expression did not change at all, and he looked at Congee with a smile.

Porridge patted the little chubby hand and said, "Big brother is great, I like him the most!"

Is this okay?

Hearing this, Grandma Qin was not willing to be outdone and said: "I also think that Porridge's paintings are very good. This painting is..."

She rushed to speak, suddenly forgot her words, and suddenly got stuck. Seeing her little granddaughter looking at her eagerly, she quickly squeezed Grandpa Qin quietly and asked for help with a guilty conscience.

Grandpa Qin lowered his voice and said, "The future is bright."

"That's right!" Grandma Qin said loudly, "We are so young, but we can draw so well. We will definitely have a bright future in the future."

Grandpa Qin nodded and gave a thumbs up: "Very talented."

Damn talent?

Everyone's lips twitched, they couldn't believe that this was their biological father.

I think when they won the first prize in the World Painting Competition, he didn't even say a word of praise.

However, they didn't have time to complain. When they saw Congee turned to look at them, they quickly thought of their own words and wanted to speak first.

The further you get to the back, the harder it becomes.

Listening to their praises becoming more and more distorted, and in the end they even spoke out their words, people in Qinnan and Qinbei were dumbfounded and stared at the painting blankly.

Qin Bei said loudly: "It's obvious..." The painting is a mess, worse than bullshit!

Before he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly hit him. He turned around and saw Qin Ren taking off his glasses and looking at him casually.

His skin suddenly tightened, and the back of his neck seemed to be grabbed by someone, unable to move. He said stiffly: "The painting is superb, I have never seen such a beautiful painting!"

Hearing this, Qin Ren put his glasses back on.

Well, he just had dirty glasses, and he definitely didn’t mean to threaten his brother.

Absolutely not.

Porridge didn't know how difficult a question she had given her family. When she heard their compliments, she felt elated and inflated.

Then she remembered what her elder brother had told her about being humble, so she grinned at the corners of her mouth that reached behind her ears.

The little fat paw aligned, twisted the little fat body and said embarrassedly: "Actually, it's not that good."

She didn't even know that her paintings were so good and everyone liked them so much.

She was so excited that her breasts turned red, and she said loudly: "I want to draw a picture for each of you and hang it in your room!"

We can't let them down!Hearing this, everyone took a deep breath.

Is it too late for them to refuse?
Apparently it was too late.

Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin were staring at them above, Qin Lie and Ye Lingfeng, the two crazy guardians, and Qin Ren, a girl who threatened to take off her glasses, and Qi Zhou, a little girl with small breasts, was looking expectantly at the bottom. Who could refuse this? Come on, who dares to refuse?

Forget it.

Everyone surrendered and sat obediently on the chairs opposite Churri, waiting for her to draw them.

Porridge grabbed the brush and started painting.

Finally, Wangcai was pulled by her to draw a picture. She happily handed it to it, touched its big head and said, "Wangcai, this is you, do you like it?"

Wangcai took a sip of "tui", what kind of ugly person dares to touch the King of Porcelain?

"Oh, I like her so much." Porridge smiled even more happily. When Wangcai was happy, she liked to lick her. There was saliva, and it was the same as spitting directly.

Porridge was extremely happy, "Wangcai, I will ask dad to frame this painting tomorrow. You can hold it when you sleep."

Wangcai: "!" I refuse!
However, the whole family was reluctant to tell the truth, which made Congee sad. The only one who told the truth, Congee couldn't understand.

Therefore, Porridge took it for granted that she was great at painting!
Anya looked at her little girl, laughing so hard that her stomach hurt, and she leaned weakly in Ye Lingfeng's arms.

Ye Lingfeng held her shoulders with a smile on his lips.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

He glanced down and closed it.

He moved so fast that Anya didn't even see the content clearly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Lingfeng shook his head, "It's okay."

Guessing something, the smile on Anya's face faded slightly, she stood up, looked at him and said seriously: "Husband, if you have something to do, go and do it first. I know that what you do is big and important. I understand."

Ye Lingfeng held her hand and said, "It's okay. I want to spend more time with you. Chen Tuo and the others are here."

Seeing his persistence, Anya had no choice but to lean back again.

He just sighed softly in his heart, lowered his eyes slightly, and blamed himself, because she was the one dragging him down.

"Don't think too much." Sensing her emotions, Ye Lingfeng hugged her tighter and whispered, "I'm going out in the evening, and you stay with Congee tonight, okay?"

Anya nodded without asking him what he was going to do, "Be safe."

"Well, don't worry."

The two were talking, and not long after, Porridge ran over and showed her the family portrait of the four of them that she had drawn.

"Mom, look, this is a family portrait of our little family. There are you, me, dad, and uncle Qiuqiu."

Anya lowered her head, in the same abstract style of Congee Congee. You wouldn’t be able to tell it was a person unless you said it.

However, she still took it carefully and said, "Can I give it to mom?"

"Of course you can." Porridge hummed and climbed onto her lap, kissed her on the face, and arched his little head in her arms, "Mother is mine."

Anya felt warm in her heart. She turned to look at her husband, feeling extremely happy.

In the evening, Porridge washed herself fragrantly, wrapped herself in a small bath towel and got into Anya's arms, telling her what happened in the kindergarten today.

Suddenly remembering something, she raised her head and asked: "Mom, do you have any wishes? Or is there anything you want to do?"

This question was asked suddenly, but Anya still understood what she meant.

She wanted her to leave happily and without regrets.

Of course she is happy when her daughter coaxes her.

After thinking about it carefully, Anya nodded, "There really is one."

"What?" Porridge's eyes lit up.

Anya curled her lips slightly and whispered something in her ear...

(End of this chapter)