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

Chapter 340 The already fragile relationship between father and daughter is even worse.
Kindergarten games are certainly not set up to be too difficult.

Because there are many people, everyone is in a group of five, and the questions are all the same, so in addition to comparing accuracy, we also need to compare speed.

Qin Yan held the whiteboard in her arms and looked at the little girl with a hairpin tied to the side, straightening her back confidently.

This game, he won!
"Let me guess." Ye Lingfeng squeezed Qin Lie away and stood opposite Chu Zhou. Qin Lie did not compete with him and walked aside to watch.

This made Ye Lingfeng look at him slightly surprised, why was he so talkative this time?

But he didn't think much about it, and looked at Congee with confidence in his eyes.

He must let Porridge call him daddy today!
Soon, the game began.

Porridge glanced at the title, and then Little Fatty Claw grabbed a pen and started drawing on the whiteboard. The drawing was completed in a few seconds. He turned it over and showed it to Ye Lingfeng, looking at him eagerly.

The teacher reminded: "It is a kind of fruit."

Ye Lingfeng looked at the still twisted lines on it and said confidently: "Banana."

"It's an apple." Huo Jian looked at Yu Ze's drawing and answered quickly.

"The answer is correct." The teacher gave him a small red flower and added ten points under his name.

Seeing this, Porridge became anxious and glared at Ye Lingfeng with a bulging face, "I owe you uncle, can you?"

Ye Lingfeng also looked at her with a confused look on his face, his expression a bit difficult to explain. Whose apples grow so long?

However, he still remembered that this was his own daughter, so Ye Lingfeng swallowed the complaints that came to his lips. He wiped the sweat from his head and said, "Keep going."

Soon, the next question came out.

Porridge took one look at it and started to draw it. He was the first one to finish it again.

The teacher said: "It is a plant."

Ye Lingfeng stared carefully at the painting on Congee's hand and said, "Ziye!"

A circle with a few tadpole-like lines in it, aren’t they the lines on the leaves? I’m sure they won’t be wrong this time.

Qin Feng said: "Sunflower."

"The answer is correct, kid Qin Feng gets ten points."

Hearing this, the little chubby little porridge stamped his feet on the ground and looked at Ye Lingfeng angrily. He pointed his chubby fingers at the lines in the circle and said, "This is a melon seed! A melon seed! I'm sorry." Don’t you recognize me, uncle?”

Of course he knew melon seeds, but whose melon seeds looked like this.

Ye Lingfeng was also a little dumbfounded.

Neither of them was convinced. They failed to score points in both games, and the already fragile relationship between father and daughter was even more shaky.

Porridge turned his head and snorted, "I'll give you another chance."

Ye Lingfeng nodded seriously and tightened his fists. This time, he had to guess correctly.

In the third round, the drawing was an animal.

Ye Lingfeng looked at the thing on the whiteboard that looked exactly like the family portrait on the wall at home, and said confidently: "Tiger."

This is what prosperity looks like in a family portrait!
Hearing this, Porridge's little face fell. Seeing her like this, Ye Lingfeng suddenly had an ominous premonition. He must have guessed wrong again.

Huo Jian put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "It's a puppy!"

"That's right, little An'an answered correctly, plus ten points."

At this moment, Porridge's little face almost bulged into a balloon.

She didn't want to talk to her uncle anymore!
Coincidentally, Ye Lingfeng thought so too.

The little girl is very pretty, but her painting skills are really unflattering. Every picture she takes out is full of ghostly drawings.

However, everyone in the family spoiled her and refused to tell the truth. They even blew the little girl to the sky, which made the already ordinary Chu Porridge even more confident and concluded that her drawing was correct and that Ye Lingfeng had guessed wrong.

The parents on the side were almost laughing crazy. They never expected that the little girl was so good in the last game and her paintings were so ugly.

This is too much of a stream of consciousness.

Even if she knew the answer, it still wouldn't match her words.

Qin Lie looked on from the side, his lips curled up.

Soon, the game was over, and there was no doubt that Zouzhou and Ye Lingfeng got zero duck eggs, while Huo Jian relied on Yu Ze's superb painting skills to get sixty points, and the remaining forty points belonged to Qin Feng.

Huo Ji'an was so happy that he hugged Yu Ze and refused to let go, smiling very happily.

Congee and Ye Lingfeng were not so good. They walked off the stage, snorted, and looked in opposite directions, neither of them willing to pay attention to the other.Qin Lie smiled and waved to Congee.

The little girl immediately ran towards him, hugged his legs, her mouth was flat, and she complained: "Dad, you are so stupid because of your uncle!"

Not to be outdone, Ye Lingfeng pulled Anya and said with a bitter face: "The painting of Porridge is too ugly."

It happened that these words were heard by the tip-of-the-ear Chuzhou, who was so angry that he jumped up and down, "I don't want to talk to uncle anymore!"

The little girl had her hands on her hips, her breasts sticking out, and her face as bulging as a puffer fish. Qin Lie bent down and picked her up, coaxing: "It's okay, don't worry, there are still several rounds left, we can catch her back." "

Hearing this, Congee's mood improved, but he still turned his back to Ye Lingfeng and didn't want to look at him.

Seeing this, Ye Lingfeng stood there a little aggrieved.

Anya patted his shoulder sympathetically and said helplessly: "Why else do you think Mr. Qin didn't snatch it from you just now?"

Not only did he know that the painter of Congee could no longer recognize her from a tacit understanding, but he was unwilling to damage the relationship between father and daughter. Just as he was stupidly trying to snatch her away, he just took advantage of the situation and dumped the hot potato to him.

But he foolishly stepped in and helped others.

At this time, Ye Lingfeng also reacted and became even more angry.

He is making a wedding dress for Qin Lie!
Ah, I really want to beat him up.

Huo Jian won the first place. He ran up to Congee and patted her on the shoulder encouragingly, "Don't worry, fat girl. We will have competition later."

He pulled Yu Ze tightly and raised his chin proudly, "But you have to work hard, my dad is super awesome!"

The little boy showed off very childishly. When Yu Ze lowered his head, he could see his expression, and the corners of his mouth under the mask could not help but curl up slightly.

Congee hugged Qin Lie's legs depressedly, "I want to play with dad next."

She didn't want to play with Uncle Zuiqing anymore. With him, she couldn't get first place at all.

She just said that he was a bad person when it came to playing games. He still refused to admit it and wanted to compete with his father. He was both good and fun-loving!

The real Xiao Cai Porridge didn't know the truth at all, so he could only blame Ye Lingfeng for taking the blame.

Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin knew what was going on. They couldn't help laughing and looked at Ye Lingfeng with sympathy. It was so miserable.

Ye Lingfeng was also angry and amused, and didn't know who the dish was.

The competition is still in full swing. The next game is relay, which requires three people. Now even if Lunchou is unwilling, Ye Lingfeng must join.

The little girl looked up at him with a look of worry on her face, "I owe you uncle, are you really okay with that? How about I ask Brother Six to come, and there will be one more person on his side."

Hearing this, Ye Lingfeng tapped her forehead angrily, "Don't worry, except for singing and painting, everything else will be fine."

Hearing this, Porridge blinked his eyes and suddenly realized, "It turns out that it's not a good idea to sing because I owe my uncle!"

Ye Lingfeng: "?"

Who can sing poorly? He doesn't trust her!

For the first time, Ye Lingfeng realized that children should not boast, and sometimes they have to tell the truth. Otherwise, like now, they would have to take the blame themselves.

Hey.

What can we do? He was also a member of the Kua Kua group at the beginning. Now besides admitting it, what else can he do?

Ye Lingfeng rubbed the little girl's head angrily, and Ye Lingfeng's mood improved, "Don't worry, I will definitely take first place for you."

"Ok!"

They were all together, but there was one less person on Huo Jian's side.

Grandma Huo didn't want her grandson to feel sad, so she volunteered to join in.

Speaking of which, she is only in her early fifties, and she is well-maintained, so she can run a few steps without any problem.

However, compared to others, the speed is definitely still a little slower.

Worried about losing, Huo Jian looked up at Yu Ze, a little anxious.

Yu Ze patted his head comfortingly and said, "The important thing is to participate."

His voice was neither fast nor slow, and his whole body was as cool as lake water. It immediately soothed Huo Jian's anxiety. She held his hand tightly with her little chicken claws, nodded her head heavily, and smiled up at him. got up.

Qin Yan happened to be passing by. Hearing his words, he paused and turned to look at him in surprise. This voice...

(End of this chapter)