The little third master is wearing a white shirt today.

There is a small pocket just right in the hem of the shirt.

Yun Mian smiled and revealed two shallow pear vortices, and stuffed four white rabbit toffees into the purse of the little third master.

The little third master glanced down at his slightly bulging shirt pocket, and tried to suppress the corners of his mouth.

Yun Mian caught a glimpse of the curvature of the corners of his mouth, and a hint of triumph flashed in his eyes.

Little kids are just good at coaxing.

After unloading the car, Zhao Jinbao and his son returned to the courtyard of Lao Yun's house to cool off.

Before lunch was cooked, several big men and three children sat under the melon rack and continued to chatter.

Zhao Jinbao was excited, told Yun Aiguo about the business of his carpentry shop, and patted Yun Aiguo on the shoulder after speaking.

"Patriotic brother, this little girl of yours is really a treasure, I really envy you."

Zhao Jinbao said, moved his gaze to Yun Mian's body, stared at Yun Mian, looked at it more and more, and rejoiced more and more with Yun Mian.

"Little Niuniu, if only I were my granddaughter."

"Brother Jinbao, don't even think about it."

As soon as Zhao Jinbao's words fell, Yun Aiguo hugged the little dumpling and put the little dumpling on his lap.

As if he was afraid that Zhao Jinbao would run Yun Mian away, Yun Aiguo's arms still hugged Yun Mian tightly.

"You want to hug your grandchildren and call your family National Day to give birth to you, don't beat my family's idea."

mentioned the matter of hugging his grandchildren, Zhao Jinbao turned his face sideways and glared at his son fiercely.

If this kid is angry, the grandchildren of their old Zhao family will be able to make soy sauce.

Zhao Guoqing was stared at by his old man with a puzzled face.

The two old men were talking and talking, and they were pulling at him.

"Little girl, do you have any new ideas besides putting a mirror on the closet door?"

Afraid that the two old men were chatting and urging him to marry, Zhao Guoqing was busy changing the topic.

In order to change the topic, he casually asked Yun Mian.

Unexpectedly, his words were right in the middle.

Yun Mian was worried, how to ask Zhao Jinbao and his son to buy furniture drawings from her.

"Uncle Zhao, my dad recently bought a paintbrush and a sketchbook for me to learn to paint, I painted three pieces of furniture according to my imagination, I'll go back to the house and bring them to Uncle Zhao to see."

Zhao Guoqing was stunned when he heard this, and without waiting for Zhao Guoqing to answer, Yun Mian kicked his little short legs, slid off his grandfather's legs, and then rushed to the small room where he lived with his little short legs.

Suddenly, Zhao Guoqing saw her climb over the threshold with a painting book half as high as hers, and walked towards the melon shelf with a hum.

The little third master saw her pair of small short hands struggling to hold the heavy picture book, and got up to help.

"Grandpa Zhao, Uncle Zhao, this is the furniture I painted according to my imagination."

Yun Mian commanded the little third master to open the painting book.

Zhao Jinbao and his son lowered their eyes, and after seeing the furniture pattern painted by Yun Mian clearly, the expressions on the faces of the father and son were the same.

Suddenly, the two raised their eyes and stared at Yun Mian in disbelief.

Is this a picture that a six-year-old can draw?

Zhao Jinbao opened his mouth in surprise, and only spoke after a while: "The furniture pattern on this is really drawn by Xiao Niuniu?" ”

Looking at the incredulous expressions on the faces of the Zhao family's father and son, Yun Aiguo raised his eyebrows proudly.

"The words on this picture book are all drawn by Mianmian, Brother Jinbao, my family is amazing."

"Awesome."

Zhao Jinbao replied from the bottom of his heart.

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(End of chapter)