Lin Xiaoxiao took advantage of Sun Ming's efforts to adjust the dumplings of two of the grates one by one......

"Huh? Mom, how is it Chinese cabbage? And put so much cabbage? Dad Lin sat on the edge of the table with a puzzled face and bit open a dumpling - he bought three catties of meat, how could he make a meatless dumpling? What about meat?

Lin Xiaoxiao lowered her head and ate the cabbage dumplings in her bowl one bite at a time-meow, what is this called adding a little cabbage? This is obviously a cabbage dumpling with a little minced meat!!

The most annoying thing is that it is the stuffing that Grandma Lin made - the bitterness of the cabbage has not been removed at all, it is really unpalatable!

"Huh? Really! This one too! Aunt Lin also took a bite in surprise, and then screamed.

"Mistaken?" Grandma Lin frowned, unable to understand what was going on.

Obviously, there are three grate dumplings, two of which are mostly meaty, and the remaining half of the grates are cabbage, and the cabbage is placed in the innermost...... Could it be that the cooking time is wrong?

One after another, the dumplings that had been bitten open naturally couldn't be spit out, so they had to go into the stomachs of the three of them, and after a while, Dad Lin finally ate the meat.

"You've got two more, huh? It's all mixed together, and now this cabbage is almost vegetarian! ”

Grandma Lin thought about the black line at one end, looked up and said to Aunt Lin: "You cook what you brought for your little grandson, put it in the lunch box, and cook it for your sister-in-law." ”

Aunt Lin got the order and hurriedly went to cook, the already cooked meat and vegetables on the table were half of the meat and half of the vegetables, and Grandma Lin asked Aunt Lin to take away the two plates of vegetarian food and secretly put them in the cabinet door - the cooked dumplings could be seen from the outside whether they were meat or vegetarian, and the color of the vegetarian was blue.

Lin Xiaoxiao secretly watched from the side, and saw that Father Lin beside him still didn't find the little tricks of the two of them, and while sighing in his heart, he was secretly waiting for the opportunity.

What was left for my sister-in-law to cook too? Obviously, I want to cook all the dumplings and take them away, if they are meat, I will take them away for Aunt Lin, and if they are not meat, I will keep them for my mother, otherwise why should I take away the dumplings that are half-eaten on the table and can be seen to be vegetarian filling?

After Aunt Lin cooked the dumplings and packed the lunch box, she nodded to Grandma Lin while Dad Lin lowered his head to eat the dumplings, which means that the back is all meat, and I have already packed it.

When Lin Xiaoxiao saw that the three of them were eating the freshly cooked meat dumplings together, he secretly ran to the small outhouse.

The dumplings in the two lunch boxes were steaming hot and placed in the cabinet door with the lid open, and the two plates of vegetarian dumplings were also placed aside.

Lin Xiaoxiao smiled evilly, and poured the dumplings in the lunch box to the left side of the plate when everyone was not paying attention, and picked up the vegetarian ones from the right, and the other box was also handled in the same way.

Meow meow, bullying my mother is not surnamed Lin? It's too much!

In the evening, Lin's mother came home from work and heated a pot of dumplings and ate them by herself.

"Meaty? This stuffing isn't very good......" Mama Lin muttered quietly and sat on the bed in the back room.

Lin Xiaoxiao secretly laughed in her stomach, Grandma Lin and Aunt Lin's level of cooking and adjusting fillings is not the same level as Mother Lin at all, but Mother Lin is too busy with her work now and can't spare time to cook at all.

At the same time, Aunt Lin took Sun Ming home and was happily giving her husband hot dumplings.

"Today is a pill, specially brought back for you."

"Hmm." Uncle Lin was very sullen, and often when others asked him ten words, he couldn't even reply to a single sentence.

Take the dumplings, open your mouth and bite them, and then jam......

"What's wrong? Why don't you eat it? Aunt Lin turned around and poured hot water, turned her head again, and found that Uncle Lin had turned into a statue, and asked in surprise.

Uncle Lin raised his eyes to look at his aunt, and then looked down at the dumplings, wondering in his heart - this is ...... Fleshy? Now even the pork is cabbage-flavored?

Since Sun Ming was taken away by her mother, Lin Xiaoxiao's little life has become more comfortable, and a life without the disturbance of a little child is a truly comfortable and free life!

Lin Xiaoxiao finished sighing and continued to work hard.

"Are you writing or drawing?" After observing for many days, Grandma Lin finally couldn't help it today.

Lin Xiaoxiao drew all the things on the newspaper, and then coincided with the original lead words on the newspaper, and Grandma Lin felt full of flowers when she saw it. But after Lin Xiaoxiao wrote for a whole day, he would draw for half a day according to the small picture book that Dad Lin bought, so the content on that newspaper was even richer, not to mention Grandma Lin, even if Dad Lin and Mom Lin came to study, they might not be able to see what was on it.

Lin Xiaoxiao was very proud, and boasted that he was a painting method in the style of Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes - layer upon layer (I once heard a saying that the murals of the Mogao Grottoes were once pasted by invaders, and then removed and stolen from our country. Later generations discovered that there were other paintings underneath the uncovered paintings. I don't know where to hear this news, and the author does not dare to guarantee the authenticity).

"I ...... "Lin Xiaoxiao can't say that he is practicing calligraphy, right?"...... I had to say vaguely.

"I draw on a blank piece of paper, and I can't see it clearly." As she spoke, Grandma Lin took out a piece of white paper from Lin Xiaoxiao's side with great interest, picked up a somewhat bald pencil next to her, and drew a few strokes.

"Huh?!" Seeing that Grandma Lin went down with a few strokes, she actually drew a lotus picture! Lin Xiaoxiao was surprised.

With a slap on the door, Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly realized what an idiot she was - in the depths of her mind's memory, she had seen Grandma Lin draw, although her gestures with a pen and the lines she drew were not very neat, but it was obviously practiced before.

"Grandma, do you know how to draw?" Looking at Grandma Lin's pen-holding posture like a chicken claw hand suspiciously, Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't help frowning.

"When I didn't go out before, I learned from your grandfather at home." Grandma Lin recalled, and there was a hint of melancholy in those somewhat cloudy eyes.

Yes, who hasn't had a childhood? Who hasn't had a youthful life, and I think my grandmother should have lived a good life when she was young?

"Then why are you holding the pen like this......" pointed to Grandma Lin's hand, and Lin Xiaoxiao pointed to her correct penmanship.

"I'm not going to use this."

Won't work? After Grandma Lin finished speaking, Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly had an idea: "You can use a brush?!" ”

Isn't this nonsense? No wonder Grandma Lin holds the pen like this! Because she didn't specialize in hard pen calligraphy at all, she could only use a pencil as a brush!

"Grandma, grandma, I want to learn calligraphy!" Lin Xiaoxiao is worried that she can do too little during the day, and she is afraid of being seen when she practices hard pen calligraphy, but she has lost that brush for many years, and now she will not be suspicious when she practices it again!

What's more, grandma and her old man can also paint ink paintings!

"Brush." Grandma Lin frowned, then got out of bed with a crutch, and rummaged through a drawer where Dad Lin usually put his tools, and actually found a small half bottle of ink and a medium-sized white cloud!

That white cloud looks like it has been used many times, not to mention that the hair is scattered, and it is also a little hairy.

Still, something is better than nothing, right?

After taking these two things, Grandma Lin turned over the piece of paper she had used just now and drew another picture of the lotus flower she had just drawn.

Her painting is very casual, although it can be seen that she has practiced many times, but because she has not painted for many years, and she has not studied very delicately, her technique is much worse.

However, the outline of this lotus flower, whether thick or thin, oblique or curved, is still very well expressed on the flower, leaf and flower stem.

"If you don't have an inkstone, it would look good to draw it." Grandma Lin muttered with some regret.

Lin Xiaoxiao had also heard some theories of ink painting when she was in school before, and naturally knew that she could use the shade of ink to paint different effects of fog or stone, but at this time she just nodded again and again, wanting Grandma Lin to teach her calligraphy first.

After thinking about it, Grandma Lin first wrote the three words Lin Xiaoxiao, which was still an old problem - hand tremors. So the word doesn't look very good, it's a little trembling.

But that's pretty good.

Lin Xiaoxiao hurriedly took the brush, set up a posture, and leaned on the newspaper again - no way, the newspaper saves money.

It was Grandma Lin's hand trembling just now, but now it was replaced by Lin Xiaoxiao and began to tremble, she was still too young, it was easy to write hard pen calligraphy, her hand was the whole support on the table and could be borrowed, once it was replaced with a brush, she could only put her elbow on the table and start shaking wildly.

It's a process that every newbie goes through, though.

Grandma Lin saw that Lin Xiaoxiao's posture of holding the brush was also very standard, and she couldn't help but be a little surprised, when she took the brush herself, the peak of the pen was very biased, which was a habit she had developed for many years, and she was mainly painting, so she naturally needed to draw the pen sideways to draw the desired stroke effect.

And when she writes big characters, she has long been accustomed to this posture, so she writes directly on the side of the pen, but she didn't expect Lin Xiaoxiao to make the pen stand straight, and the tip of the pen is also perpendicular to the paper, did her father teach her? It's possible.

One stroke, one stroke.

Entering the pen, writing the line, and closing the peak.

Using the foundation of the impression of the previous life little by little, Lin Xiaoxiao drew the newspaper full of it after a while, and at this moment, the original pencil small print and the content of the newspaper itself were completely unclear, and only one black earthworm after another remained......

When Dad Lin came home, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Lin Xiaoxiao, who was still lying on the table with black ink on his face, and was immediately startled.

"What's wrong?"

"Write in big letters." Lin Xiaoxiao raised her head, but she didn't notice that her nose and little face had been covered with ink.

"Write all the big letters on your face?!" Dad Lin laughed loudly, laughing so much that he almost couldn't breathe, "Who...... Who taught you to write? ”

"Grandma's ......" Lin Xiaoxiao depressedly wiped his face with his empty left hand, this wipe was good, the original black place also turned ink, and a few ink blots expanded into Bao Gong's face.