The bun licked his little lips and was ready to show his hands in front of his grandfather. After thinking about it for a long time, he thought about it and drew the white rabbit he had painted for his sister. This was one of his proud works of Baozi. The sister praised him for his good paintings.

Poor Tongtong, if she knew that Brother Baozi said that she praised the ant-style rabbit painted by Baozi, she would definitely cry: Brother Baozi would not frame it like this.

Bai Jianye held his grandson and waited for his grandson to finish his first painting. [31 Novel Network      Fast Update]

Baozi held a paintbrush, like a general. His aunt praised him for his style as a general. He drew with a paintbrush like a general commanding a war. He wrote a pen with a splendid pen and was grand. No, he had painted a "rabbit".

"Grandpa, look." Baozi showed the rabbit he drew to grandpa and waited for grandpa to praise him.

Bai Jianye calmly asked his grandson: "What are you painting?"

"Rabbit." Baozi was extremely proud of his paintings.

For Jun Ye, who had just come in from outside, the moment he opened the door, he heard his son praising his painting skills when he heard his son praise his painting skills. Jun Ye was about to escape.

Mr. Yao and Gao Dashuai blocked the road.

"Zhengzheng is painting." Gao Dashuai only heard that Baozi likes to draw and has never seen Baozi's paintings. Because he knew that there was a great painter from the Lu family, Manman. Gao Dashuai, like the uninformed person, all thought that Baozi should be a little genius in painting, and he had the genes of the Lu family.

Mr. Yao had known from his son where he had his painting skills. He sneered with malicious intentions. The little bun seemed to have recovered his spirit and could continue to bully him. He took Gao Dashuai with his hands behind his back and went to see the paintings of the buns.

I saw that both of them wanted to bully his son, but Jun Ye couldn't let him go alone, so he turned around and followed them closely.

The bun is still there, waiting for grandpa to praise his white rabbit.

When Gao Dashuai saw the painting of the bun, he was about to exclaim: Is this a rabbit or an ant?

The two masters covered their mouths.

Jun Ye's heart trembled for a moment, and he had no idea what Bai Jianye would say. What he should have taken the child away was because he forgot that his son was a little fool in painting.

Several people's throats were swelling, afraid that the bun, who had just sucked his tears, would shed tears again.

Bai Jianye said: "Zhengzheng, how about grandpa painting a painting for you?"

Coloring?

The bun blinks.

When it comes to learning to draw a bun, of course it started in kindergarten.

Kindergartens teach children to draw, and generally let them create freely on their own. The children decide what they draw to stimulate their creativity and imagination. Teachers know that children are young, no matter what they draw, no matter whether they draw, they are good or not. They are mostly encouraged and rarely criticized, which helps children's self-confidence.

Therefore, this is why Baozi doesn’t know what he paints and whether he has the talent for painting. Adults always can’t bear it. Thinking that he is young, he will understand when he grows up.

Baozi has never heard of how to make coloring. Grandpa successfully diverted his attention, and Baozi did not wait for the adults to praise the big white rabbit he drew.

Jun Ye seemed to breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, not expecting his father-in-law to be so powerful. He usually doesn't like to talk, but he has a way to coax children.

Bai Jianye drew houses and other things with a pencil, and asked the buns to choose the colors themselves and fill them in them.

The first time I played this painting game, the bun was enjoying it. Everyone looked around and saw that the bun was filled with only a seven-star ladybug color, which showed signs of some genius in color.

The color chosen by the bun cannot be called accurate and realistic, but it will not deviate from reality. In terms of color matching, the bun really has its own eyes, saying it is unique and unique.

Gao Dashuai exclaimed again: I feel like this little bun is like a photographer, because the color of the bun is as fresh and beautiful as the paintings in the photography works.

Jun Ye looked at his father-in-law. The father-in-law was amazing. He could see his son's potential, something that even his sister, the great painter, could not see at first glance.

"Grandpa." Baozi felt that he had drawn very well this time. Unlike before, when everyone looked at him, he was hesitant when he saw him, which made him feel a little nervous and uneasy. When he felt that he should have drawn well, Baozi became modest and asked his grandpa, "Do I draw this color well?"

"The painting is as good as your mother." Bai Jianye touched the winter melon head of the bun and said.

Why?

Everyone was surprised: Sister Bai Lu was the same as a bun back then?

"My mother?" Baozi was even more surprised. He knew that his mother sang well and had never heard of her mother being able to draw.

Bai Jianye's mouth showed an inconspicuous smile: "Your mother likes to plant flowers and flowers. She likes to make bookmarks with leaves and flowers. The bookmarks she made are particularly beautiful in nature that she retains."

When Jun Ye heard his father-in-law's words, he suddenly remembered the set of bookmarks given to him by sister Bai Lu, and he thought she had bought him somewhere to travel. It looks good, but Jun Ye just thought about it and threw it away at will. Now, when his father-in-law said it, it may not be that way, because that was the first time she gave him a gift.

Baozi raised his hand when he heard his grandfather's words: "I know. Mom made it for me and put it in the book on my bookshelf. I thought my mother bought it from a department store."

Jun Ye is ashamed: his son is the same as him!

Bai Jianye was amused by the innocent words of his children and said, "Your mother never gives things to outsiders. She makes things by herself, but only gives things to her family. So, it depends on whether your mother gives you what she does, just see if she gives the same thing to others."

Baozi immediately asked everyone here: "Uncle Yao, Uncle Gao, did my mother give you a bookmark?"

"Why is your mother giving us a bookmark?" Gao Dashuai smiled bitterly. He thought about the child just because he was naive, but he didn't think about it. Bai Jianye's words came out. If Sister Bai Lu gave him a bookmark, wouldn't he be beaten by Jun Ye?

Mr. Yao even shook his head like a wave drum, and showed off his wife's gift: "You Auntie Jiayin, give me the knee pads I made myself."

Baozi was too lazy to care about what Mr. Yao’s wife gave him to Mr. Yao, and looked at his father with small eyes.

Mr. Jun opened his mouth for a long time: "You will know when you go home and read the study."

In this statement, Jun Ye claimed to be smart, but in fact he had no silver here.

The little bun seems to be happy and the flowers are blooming.

The prepared lunch was brought. Jun Ye took his son to wash his hands and came back for lunch.

A few bowls of steaming dumplings were served on the dining table.

Jun Ye took a small bowl and thoughtfully distributed dumplings to his son. Bai Jianye called the waiter and gestured. Soon, the waiter brought what Bai Jianye wanted.

I saw that it was oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, chili, garlic and other seasonings.

Bai Jianye took three small plates, held a small spoon in his hand, and poured various seasonings, stirring and seasoning in the three small plates.

His professional gestures and postures are no different from the chefs on TV.

Gao Dashuai and Master Yao were stunned.

Is Jun Ye a father-in-law amazing? He is a chef like Jun Ye?

Bai Jianye picked the sauce for dipping dumplings and gave them three of them. He gave the dish of the buns without adding chili.

Baozi was very curious that grandpa could cook like his father? Without saying a word, he immediately tasted grandpa's skills, picked up half a dumpling with chopsticks and put it in the sauce and rolled it a little, and then put it into his own small mouth.

Bai Jianye held a tissue next to him to prevent the little bun from drooling, and said to the bun: "Be careful to burn your mouth."

The buns didn't feel hot, but they just felt that the dumpling skin with the right trunk, with the cabbage meat filling, and the mellow and slightly sweet and delicate sauce, it got into his mouth. It was fragrant. He chewed the buns hard and couldn't bear to swallow them.

So delicious!

tasty!

Especially the sauce made by my grandfather is comparable to that made by my father.

Baozi wanted to give grandpa a thumbs up.

In fact, Jun Ye knew that it must be delicious without looking at his son's expression. He had a little understanding of his father-in-law's cooking skills when he was having dinner at the Bai family last night. However, he thought that it was just because the ingredients from the Bai family were good in the mountains of Baijia Village. Now it seems that it is said that his father-in-law's cooking skills account for half of the reason.

The father-in-law may have a better cooking skills than him. For some reason, Jun Ye suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

People say that when a daughter gets married, she depends on her father. Just as Lu Nan often says, the man she marrys in the future must be like Mr. Jiang.

It means that a man wants to compete with his father-in-law for his wife's position.

Jun Ye is under great pressure.

The other two people on the table, Yao Ye and Gao Dashuai, have tasted Bai Jianye's sauce, which makes them amazed: they finally saw a family man who can compete with Mr. Jun.

Mr. Yao smiled and thought, brother, you finally have this day. There is a sky beyond the sky. You no longer have to do whatever you want to do because of your cooking skills.

Gao Dashuai tried hard to flatter Bai Jianye. No matter whether he was Jun Ye's father-in-law or not, he only sent Bai Jianye back to Yanjing to cook something delicious for them: "Uncle, it seems that I rarely see you going back to Yanjing? Why don't you live in Yanjing? Aren't your son and daughter all there?"

This happened to be a question from Xiao Baozi. Baozi rarely sees his grandfather. So before this, he didn't have a deep impression of his grandfather at all.

Bai Jianye seemed a little difficult to speak, lowered his eyebrows and said, "My son said living in the mountains is good for his health."

The air in the capital is bad.

No one can say that Team Bai is not.

The bun has already finished half a bowl and still wants to eat it. Jun Ye refused to let him go and asked his son to rest for a while. At this time, Dongzi and Zhao Wensheng bought the toys and found their restaurant.

Seeing that Xiao Baozi was not crying, and she was full of greasy face and was in a flash of energy, Dongzi and his son felt that they had been worried about it in vain. Dongzi then took the model of the car bought for Xiao Baozi and teased Baozi, "Why didn't you cry? You just cried like a little girl, but you turned out to be hungry? No wonder Xixi asked you to bring gum to prevent you from crying, it turned out to be a terrible meal."

Whenever Baozi heard those words from Xixi, he immediately turned black.

The annoying cousin Xixi never forgot to bully him. His dumplings like to eat gum, but Xixi has never given him buns, but this time he gave them to him, with ulterior motives. What he hates is that his dumplings are really crying as Xixi wishes.

The more I thought about it, the more angry the Baozi became, and turned his face.

Dongzi felt that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly moved the car to the bun: "Zhengzheng, I bought it for you, you can see."

There is no boy who doesn’t like cars. Dongzi bought car toys for Baozi.

However, Baozi is different from ordinary boys and is not interested in models like cars. After taking the toys given by Brother Dongzi, Baozi still thanked him politely: "Thank you brother, I like it very much."

Very polite and well-educated buns.

No wonder Nannan likes it so much.

Dongzi touched the winter melon head of Baozi's brother lovely.

In the hospital, Team White sat next to her sister's bed, as if she was half-closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep.

Lu Huan did not follow his elder brother and looked into the ward. Seeing that Team Bai seemed to be asleep, he waved to his father.
To be continued...