Ye Liyuan put the notebook and paintbrush in front of the little milk group, and said softly: "An An, it's a long time before lunch, these are for you to play." ”

"Thank you, second uncle~" Qin Sui'an raised his little face, his round eyes crooked.

She is no stranger to drawing, and when she "ran away from home" before, she sent a message to her family in the way she drew it.

The box of paintbrushes in front of him was of various colors, Qin Suian looked at it seriously, and then raised his eyes to look at the third uncle and the chefs who were busy in the bar.

She stretched out her little hand, picked out one of the brushes, and wrote and drew in the notebook while watching everyone get busy.

Ye Liyuan hugged her and looked down at her painting, at first he just had the mentality of "see what An An will paint", with a smile in his eyes.

But slowly, his eyes showed surprise, and he became more and more focused on watching the little milk group draw.

Qin Suian lowered his little head from time to time, and raised his little face from time to time, as if he was busier than the third uncle and the chef who were preparing lunch, and his little hands never stopped, and occasionally stopped, just to change the color of the brush.

When lunch was almost ready, the little milk ball was finally busy before them.

She pursed her lips happily, put all the brushes back into the brush box with her little hands, picked up the notebook, and looked up at her second uncle, "Second uncle, is An An's painting good-looking?" ”

Ye Liyuan stared at the notebook raised in her little hand in a daze, as if it took a while before she recovered from the shock: "It's beautiful." ”

Hearing the compliment, Qin Sui'an didn't show a happy expression, he just blinked in confusion, "Why does the second uncle keep staring at An An's painting?" ”

"I just think An An is very good at drawing." Ye Liyuan couldn't hide the surprise in his tone, "Has An An learned to paint before?" ”

"Huh?" Qin Suian thought about it and shook his little head: "I haven't learned~ But An An has also painted before!" Draw a message to Baba ~"

Speaking of this, she was a little embarrassed, "An An can't write......"

"An An hasn't gone to school yet, but she will go to school." Ye Liyuan first rubbed her little head soothingly, and then looked at the painting.

Ye Liyuan is not very good at painting, he watched the little milk group finish the painting one by one, and what surprised him the most was that every stroke of the little milk group was not superfluous, as if from the first stroke, she already knew how to complete the painting, and there was no mistake.

Ye Rongyuan can be regarded as busy with lunch, although only one dish is his masterpiece.

He took off his apron and instructed the other chefs to take his masterpiece with theirs to the top room.

"Oh, An An, I saw you busy just now, what is An An busy with?" Ye Rongyuan walked quickly behind the little milk group and bent down to take a closer look.

He immediately stretched out his hand and said excitedly, "This is me!" An An was painting me! ”

Ye Liyuan glanced at him speechlessly, and added: "There are other chefs who have not only painted you. ”

Ye Rongyuan turned a deaf ear, took out his mobile phone, and clicked at the painting numbly, "An An is too similar!" It's me! It's so handsome! ”

He still has a bit of a conscience, and he didn't just shoot his own part, but took a whole picture, and then quickly posted it to the circle of friends to show off:

[My little painter. 】