The mentally disabled grandfather is going to divorce his wife

Chapter 149

Emperor Yao was the pickiest eater. He didn’t eat mangoes because they found them too sweet, oranges because they thought they were too sour, and bananas because they thought they tasted weird, so he picked up dragon fruits and ate the most. The two red-heart dragon fruits were almost all He solved it himself.

"My lady, this dragon fruit is delicious. I will eat it every day when I order someone to go to the south to bring a cart to my master." Emperor Yao still couldn't get enough of it after eating.

"Hey!" Yan Danqing handed him a piece of banana.

The Shizi opened his mouth and ate it with a look of disgust: "It's not delicious, but it was fed by you, my wife, so I reluctantly ate it."

"How old are you, you're still a picky eater." Yan Danqing looked contemptuous.

"You let me tell you that something delicious is delicious, so you won't be picky eaters?" Di Yao suddenly approached, with a coquettish smile: "It's delicious."

"Get lost!" Yan Danqing gave him an annoyed look, perverted!

There was nothing to do that day, Yan Danqing just watched Shizi read, write and draw at home.

After reading an account book, Yan Danqing moved his neck and stretched his waist.

Emperor Yao made the last stroke, admiring his masterpiece with a mean smile.

"What are you doing?" Yan Danqing watched as he took a sketchbook-like board with paper spread on it, and he was drawing in style!

"Miss, look at my paintings." Emperor Yao handed over a stack of drawing paper, looked at her excitedly, as if waiting for praise.

Yan Danqing took them over and flipped through them one by one.

stickman.

two.

Various actions.

A few strokes.

But it is a vivid image.

Yan Danqing's face became darker and darker.

Is this Nima painting her?And his own size?
"Emperor Yao, I asked you to draw a picture, and this is your homework?" Yan Danqing wished he could smash the picture in the face, and was proud of it, what the hell is this painting.

Let him paint.

You can also paint fine brushwork, there is nothing to say, at least you have a sense of beauty!

This bastard is drawing stick figures!

"Lady, are you surprised by my talent? Take a look at this." Emperor Yao casually drew a card: "Isn't it very impressive?"

"Yes!" Yan Danqing gritted his teeth. This bastard didn't know how to learn well, so he turned around and picked up a copy from the bookshelf and threw it at his face: "Draw, follow the copy above, draw one piece for me a hundred times, If you can't finish painting, you are not allowed to eat!"

"My lady." As soon as Emperor Yao opened the erotic palace, he was immediately astonished: "I have never seen such a real painting album with this color scheme and brushwork. Did you draw it, lady?"

Yan Danqing stared with dangerous eyes.

"Confucius said, let's talk about it." Emperor Yao immediately apologized and smiled: "My lady, do you think so?"

"You are still a Confucius, don't you want to paint? You just paint, one piece is not a hundred times, you are not allowed to eat at night, and you are not allowed to go to bed!" After Yan Danqing finished speaking, he turned and left.

I want to teach him something useful, he is so good, he is ignorant every day

"Lady!" Emperor Yao shouted, and was about to catch up with him.

door.

with a snap.

closed.

Then came the sound of locking.

Yan Danqing looked at Suifeng: "Don't give him food, and don't let him out."

Suifeng glanced at the black line on his forehead, quietly glanced at the locked door, expressed his deep sympathy, and then respectfully said: "Yes, Shizifei."

(End of this chapter)