To be reasonable, Xixi's painting is actually still at the level of children's graffiti, but from the perspective of artistic conception and composition, Xixi is still a little talented!

Yang Ran's eyes lit up, and after praising and encouraging the little guy, he proposed, "Xixi, is it okay for Dad to teach you to draw?"

In his previous life, in the killer training camp, Yang Yi had learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he had to understand all kinds of skills, which was the basic skill of disguise!

You must know that the next tasks of the poker killer organization are the most difficult and arduous! Without the slightest effort to hide in the public anytime and anywhere, Yang Yi has already been arrested by the police countless times!

Although Yang Yi didn't like painting very much, and later became obsessed with music, in his spare time, he also liked to listen to songs, watch movies, and sullen in his carefully arranged safe house.

However, it's still okay to fool Xixi!

It's naturally not enough to just say that you don't practice, Yang Yi showed a hand to Xixi from the beginning.

Under the little girl's amazed eyes, Yang Yi held a black pencil, lightly sketched, brushed a few strokes, and a little girl with long hair jumped on the paper.

has a bit of the charm of the Q printmaking style in the previous life, and the little girl's facial contours and expression are very similar to Xixi, and she is wearing this lace gauze skirt, long tights, and small leather shoes on Xixi's current body!

In addition, Yang Yi deliberately painted the little girl's head big, and her big eyes were very anime-style, and the hair dragged to the ground was sprinkled like a waterfall, which was very cute!

"Wow, poop, poop is amazing!" Xixi liked it so much that she couldn't take her eyes off it, opened her little mouth, and exclaimed adoringly.

Yang Yi listened to her daughter's praise, and the sense of accomplishment in her heart was overwhelming!

Even if he was careful not to speak much just now, for fear of being exposed, Yang Yi couldn't help but ask now: "Xixi, can you see who Dad is drawing?"

As a soldier, Yang Yi's voice belongs to the louder kind, but when facing his daughter, he is so gentle that he doesn't look like a tough guy with five big and three thick. Not to mention Leon, who had been cold in his previous life, I'm afraid he wouldn't believe it when he looked back and listened to it!

"I know, I know, it's Xixi!" Xixi was stunned, pointing at herself with some joy, but she felt embarrassed, giggled and threw herself into her father's arms, revealing only half of her smart eyes.

......

For almost an afternoon, Yang Yi was teaching Xixi to sketch, and he also helped the little guy fill in her somewhat shabby paintings.

Xixi had a good time, and the laughter like silver bells came and went.

How did she know that her father was actually happier than her! Because Yang Yi was worried that he would be exposed, but it didn't happen.

Maybe Xixi will feel that the father in front of her is no longer the clumsy and wooden father she used to be! But at a young age, she doesn't have so many suspicions, and the little guy firmly believes in his eyes, dad is dad, how can it be someone else?

In fact, Yang Yi in the past, let alone painting, even if he was allowed to appreciate Xixi's paintings, I am afraid it would be a little difficult. But Xixi doesn't care why Dad suddenly became so powerful!

The little ones are now almost all avid little fans who worship their dads.

......

The happy times passed quickly, and before I knew it, the sun was setting in the west, and the street lamps outside the window also lit up with a faint halo.

Xixi was tired of playing, and the child's physique was not as good as that of the adult, so under Yang Yi's coaxing, he fell asleep deeply.

Yang Yi carefully carried Xixi to the middle of the bed, carefully put a small pillow on her, and tied up her long and smooth hair so as not to be uncomfortable.

In April, the cold of early spring is still there, especially after the sun goes down, and the air is slightly cool. Yang Yi went to the cabinet for a while, and then found a towel quilt that was not thin or thick, and covered it for Xixi.

"Okay, the question now is, what to eat tonight?" Yang Yi gently closed the bedroom door and touched his chin to think.

The place where he lives is about 20 square meters, but although the sparrow is small, it has a bedroom, a small living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Of course, every little space is narrow, especially the kitchen!

In addition to a stove and sink in the kitchen, the rest of the space is stuffed with a strong man, and it can't accommodate anyone anymore!

It's troublesome to even toss and turn......

It's still good in the previous life, I have money, land, and I can live in a mansion...... However, Yang Yi is not picky, he rummaged through the refrigerator and rice bowl left by his predecessor, thinking about what dinner to prepare for Xixi!

In terms of cooking, Yang Yi used to be a rookie, and he would only cook some white rice by himself, and the dishes that served him were either mustard vegetables and olive vegetables, or he blanched a plate of green vegetables and ate them with soy sauce.

On the one hand, because of her low income and poor life, Yang Yi, who has children, saved all the money and used it to buy everything she wanted for Xixi when she accompanied Xixi - I have to say that Yang Yi's love for her daughter definitely exceeds everything in the world.

Of course, on the other hand, Yang Yi did not have the cells to learn cooking skills in the past.

But now Yang Yi is different, he lived alone in his previous life, and he lived a very petty bourgeoisie, in this aspect of eating, he will definitely not treat himself badly, even if he cooks by himself, whether it is Chinese food or Western food, he can handle it!

Of course, in his previous life, he could only enjoy himself, but now, he can finally cook for his beloved little guy, Yang Yi has to be serious!

However, Yang Yi quickly scratched his head.

"It's hard for a good woman to cook without rice!" he shook his head with a wry smile.

There are a few eggs in the refrigerator, as well as ham sausages, and then there is the Chinese cabbage that Yang Yi has eaten for many years......

The rice in the rice jar is still sufficient, but obviously the white rice is just this dish, and I am afraid that even if it is Yang Yi's craftsmanship, it tastes like chewing wax......

Yang Yi himself can still settle for a while, but he can't use these "pig food" to entertain his daughter!

However, at this time, it is too late to buy vegetables, Yang Yi's rented house is relatively biased, and it takes half an hour to walk to the nearest vegetable market, Yang Yi is not worried that Xixi is alone at home.

So, what's for dinner?

Why don't you go out and go to the restaurant? But the fly restaurant near the urban village is in a worrying state of hygiene!

Yang Yi finally set his sights on the instant noodle box placed in the corner, and there was half a box of instant noodles inside.

This is the spiritual food that I came back from the night shift before, sometimes I am tired and hungry, but I don't have the leisure to wait for the rice to be cooked, make a bowl of hot instant noodles, and go to bed after eating.

"Instant noodles are lonely food and a good friend for insomniacs. Looking at this half box of instant noodles, Yang Yi's memories of it came out, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and his heart was slightly sour.

Yang Yi shook his head and put this thought away. He already had an idea for tonight's dinner.