At this time, Yang Zhen held a dinner party before parting from the summer camp.

Hey, that's right......

It's just that with such a group of people, Mr. Zhou and the three of them are still quite embarrassed.

They came today as if they were really here to eat......

But they also knew that the attention of the group of little ancestors they brought was all on Tang Guo, and they were not interested in eating and drinking at all.

Teacher Zhong asked, "So many children, is Tang Guo okay?" ”

Anyway, if it were him, he wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Not to mention such a group, the one in his family alone, he didn't have time to do it.

Teacher Yan: "Do you think that if we send these little ancestors to complete the task, then we can throw these little ancestors to Tang Guo and go to rest by ourselves?" ”

As he spoke, Teacher Yan let out a long sigh, and then silently walked towards Tang Guo and the group of children.

Their task today is to help Tang Guo coax this group of little ancestors together.

This group of little ancestors is not just Tang Guo's business.

If you want to be a shopkeeper, how can there be such a good thing.

If something happens to this group of little ancestors, there are a bunch of people in the family waiting to cut them.

But when Teacher Yan walked over to take a look, hey, Tang Guo really coaxed a group of little ancestors with the strength of one person.

"Wow......"

"Ha ......"

"Hey ......"

Seeing this group of little ancestors so serious, Teacher Yan was very surprised, he thought that Tang Guo would have no way to take this group of little devils, and he would be pestered and cried.

As an academic student, Tang Guo shouldn't be able to understand this group of little devil-like creatures.

At least as a father, he can see that he can't even handle their little cubs.

Teacher Yan has always preferred to face more students than to face his own cubs.

Let's be reasonable, the little cub is still too young to understand.

If you start beating him, the daughters-in-law in the middle of the old people above are all staring at him.

A few words from the fierce little cub, the little cub is crying, and the cry is about to tear off the roof.

Now they are not single-family houses, but high-rise multi-family residential areas.

When the little cub cried, it was not only his own family that was noisy, but also others.

As a people's teacher, of course, he should pay attention to the influence.

He can't let his little cub open his mouth and cry, and make the neighbors uneasy, right?

As soon as he thought of this situation, Mr. Yan was so worried that he lost his hair.

Teacher Yan has always felt that if one day he becomes a bright top, he will either be angry with his students or angry with his own little cubs.

Life is hard.

But it was the group of children who were classified by Teacher Yan as difficult and temporarily unable to overcome the problem, and they were as well-behaved as rabbits in Tang Guo's hands.

Tang Guo is very good at brushing questions, he knows that after all, Tang Guo brushes the questions to the extent that he puts Jiujing gas into the hospital.

But Tang Guo is so good at coaxing children, Teacher Yan really doesn't understand, so how did Tang Guo do it.

"Wow, it's me, it's me!"

"Sister Tang Guo, next me, cut me beautifully."

"What are you doing?"

When a five or six-year-old boy heard Teacher Yan's voice, he ran to Teacher Yan excitedly holding a small red paper horn, and then held it up to Teacher Yan: "Dad, look, look." ”

Although the small piece of paper in his son's hand was not particularly large, Mr. Yan still recognized that it was a paper cut of a little boy's head.

After a closer look, Mr. Yan found that this paper-cut statue was a bit similar to his son.

Teacher Yan asked, "Is this cut like a baby?" ”

"Yes!" Seeing that his father guessed correctly, the little boy was happy, "Sister Tang Guo cut it for me, is it good?" ”

"Good, good-looking." Teacher Yan took it in his hand and studied it carefully.

It's just an ordinary paper-cut, cutting out a little boy's grinning head, how can he think that this paper-cut looks like his own son.

The little boy just wanted to give his father Xiangbao, but he didn't want to give the paper-cut to his father.

Seeing that his father kept holding it and didn't give it back to him, the little boy was anxious: "Dad, mine, that's mine, give it back to me." ”

"If you want it, ask Sister Tang Guo to cut it for you and give it back to me."

"Give it back to you, look at your stingy appearance, am I still your father?"

Just a paper-cut, can he ask for it, it's really stinky and unpleasant.

"Yan Yan, come quickly, Sister Tang Guo is going to paint a sugar painting for us, I want a big flying dragon."

"I'm me, I'm in the brain axe, Sister Tang Guo will draw me a brain axe."

Yan Yan couldn't care about Mr. Yan's old man when he was excited, and after taking back the paper-cut statue, he squeezed into the pile of friends, and noisily asked Tang Guo to draw a big tiger for him.

"Sister Tang Guo, do you know how to draw anything?"

"Usually I can draw."

"Wow, is this my butterfly? There is also hair, good bleaching. ”

Tang Guo painted the sugar to the little girl after it had cooled down and hardened: "This is called Butterfly Love Flower." ”

After the little girl got the butterfly love flower, she liked it so much that she couldn't see her teeth: "Sister Tang Guo, you are so amazing, it's the first time I've seen such a floating sugar candy." ”

Yan Yan was so anxious that he jumped on the spot: "I, I, I, my brain axe!" ”

It took Tang Guo less than a minute to draw the big tiger that Yan Yan wanted.

Just when Yan Yan's eyes were shining, and he was about to take over his brain axe, a big hand robbed him halfway and snatched his brain axe.

Yan Yan saw that the person who took away his brain axe was none other than his Lao Tzu, and suddenly his mouth opened and he cried out.

As soon as his son cried, Mr. Yan's temples jumped suddenly: "What are you crying about, I just took a look, and I didn't want to rob you." ”

Tang Guo can, the painting is not a simplified version of the tiger, but a picture of a tiger descending the mountain.

The tiger's eyes are blazing and faint.

The tiger's back is strong, ready to go.

He doesn't particularly study Chinese painting, he only knows that the mountains and rocks painted by Tang Guo still have textures, is it called what is draped in linen.

Isn't this a simple and ordinary sugar painting, it's not enough to paint the rocks, how can even the details of the mountains and rocks be handled so well.

Is this sure it's a sugar painting and not a Chinese painting?

Yan Yancai didn't listen to what his father said, he only knew that his father had robbed Tang Guo's sister of the brain axe that he had drawn for him, and when he went back, he must tell Ma Ma that his father bullied him!

Yan Yan saw that his father didn't give it to him after watching it for a long time, and he was anxious again: "Pay me back, pay me back ......"

Teacher Yan was angry and laughed, he looked at it a few more times, what was wrong, could he still grab candy with his son to eat: "Wait a minute, I'll take a photo." ”

"Then, take a quick shot, and return it to me after shooting."

Yan Yan's eyes didn't blink, staring at Teacher Yan tightly, afraid that if he made a mistake, the sugar painting would be eaten by his father.

Teacher Yan: "......"