The bodyguard stepped forward and helped Teacher Chu Yanlin pull out the dining chair.

The position where Chu Yanlin sat was in front of the side of the little milk dumpling.

In fact, he is still a little flattered, feeling like an ordinary person who has strayed into a wealthy family.

If someone told him a few days ago, or even in the morning, that they would have lunch with the people of the Qin family today, Chu Yanlin would definitely think that the other party was crazy and was talking crazy.

But at this moment, he was indeed sitting in the castle restaurant of a villa in the bay, having lunch with the Qin family's little milk dumplings, as well as Mrs. Qin, Mr. Qin, and President Qin.

The Qin family doesn't seem to care much about one more outsider, how they usually eat, how they still eat, they don't pay too much attention to Chu Yanlin, and they don't deliberately ignore his existence.

Old Mr. Qin would occasionally look at him and ask, "Teacher Chu Yanlin, is our family's food still to your liking?" ”

"It's delicious, your chef must be a chef, this craft can be called Michelin." Chu Yanlin is telling the truth.

He can be regarded as the kind of person who is picky about food, and at the Qin family's table, he can't find anything wrong.

What's more, there are also cute little milk dumplings present in front of the eating broadcast.

The little milk dumplings are happy to eat anything, the soft little face is bulging with food, and the little mouth is chewing seriously, which is much cuter than the little hamster.

Although Chu Yanlin didn't see her little feet hidden under the dining table, she could make up for it with her brain, and the little milk dumplings must be happily shaking her little feet.

In his mind, another prototype of a painting appeared, and he really wanted to put down the tableware immediately, pick up the sketchpad and brush, and record the cute picture with a brush.

Chu Yanlin sighed secretly in his heart, and if this situation continues, he is afraid that he will develop into a portraitist of human cubs.

Thinking that this human cub is a small milk dumpling, it seems acceptable?

Qin Haochen first fed the little milk group, and then carried her out of the children's dining chair and let her play.

Qin Sui'an ate with a small belly and a bulging belly, walked out of the restaurant slowly with his short legs.

She returned to the living room and saw her master's near-finished painting.

Even if it is not fully presented, the little milk group knows at a glance that the master is painting himself again, and he also painted the big white goose.

She beckoned her little hand and called out to the big white goose: "Big white goose, look, you and An An are in the painting!" ”

"Ga~" The big white goose ran over and stretched its long neck to the painting, "Ga~ It's really a goose!" Well drawn! ”

The big white goose was very satisfied, and was about to take a closer look at himself in the painting, when his big little eyes closed suddenly.

It cruckled and fell weakly on An An's cub: "Quack......"

"Big white goose! What's wrong with you, big white goose! Qin Suian hurriedly hugged it and touched its little head worriedly, "Is the big white goose sick?" ”

"Ga ......" The big white goose eased, the violent stinging sensation finally disappeared, and it opened its eyes to look at An An's cub again, full of worry.

Ben Goose saw that An An's cubs were in danger again!

An An's cubs are still young, but only An'an cubs can understand their own goose language, and the big white goose is so sad that she wants to cry loudly.

The big white goose looked at the painting and suddenly had an idea!

That's right, humans can communicate through painting, so it can also draw with a paintbrush in its mouth, so that An'an's cub's family can also know what it wants to say!