txolops Chapter 95 A Big Windmill for the Pretty Aunt!
Chapter 95 A Big Windmill for the Pretty Aunt!
In the kitchen.
"Splash—"
As the last bit of water rinsed away the foam in the sink, Lin Chen reached out and turned the faucet off.
The sound of running water stopped abruptly, and the kitchen fell silent instantly.
He picked up a clean towel hanging nearby, dried his hands, and then untied the apron tied around his waist.
"Phew, mission accomplished!"
Wang Hai washed and wrung out the last rag, then hung it by the ventilated window.
He took off his apron, shook the water droplets off his hands, let out a long sigh of relief, and stretched his slightly sore shoulders.
The two turned around and looked at the neatly arranged, gleaming stainless steel buckets on the kitchen floor and drain rack, and a sense of peace welled up in their hearts.
"Brother Chen, you did a great job today."
"Let's go, let's go out and rest for a while. I've been busy all night, I'm practically parched."
Wang Hai patted Lin Chen on the shoulder, then turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Lin Chen nodded, turned off the kitchen light, and followed him out.
The two had just stepped out of the kitchen and into the bright living room.
"Daddy! Fatty Uncle!"
A clear and excited child's voice immediately rang out.
Lin Chen looked in the direction of the sound. He saw Tangtang sitting on her special little stool in front of the small folding wooden table in the center of the living room.
The little girl held a red paintbrush in her hand and snapped the cap shut with a "pop".
She put the paintbrush back into the exquisite wooden box, fastened the small lock, and then, as if presenting a treasure, held up a piece of A4 drawing paper high with her two small hands, pinching the two corners of the paper.
The little girl looked up at the two people who had just come out, her rosy cheeks gleaming with anticipation in her big eyes, her face full of expectation for praise.
"Daddy, Uncle Fatty, look!"
My windmill drawing is finished!
"Does it look good?"
Hearing the little girl's call, the weariness on Lin Chen and Wang Hai's faces instantly disappeared, and they walked to the small wooden table.
Wang Hai bent down and examined the painting in Tangtang's hand closely.
On the white drawing paper, there is a large windmill that takes up most of the page.
Although the child's brushstrokes were still somewhat immature, the colors were applied richly and vividly.
The windmill's pillars are bright yellow, and its three enormous blades are painted bright red, sky blue, and emerald green, respectively.
Next to the windmill, Tangtang also drew a big, smiling red sun, as well as a few blue clouds floating in the air.
"Wow! This windmill is painted so beautifully!"
Wang Hai immediately exclaimed in praise.
"Our Tangtang's color matching is absolutely perfect. The red is red, and the blue is blue. It makes people feel bright and cheerful just looking at it!"
Especially the little sun next to it, it even smiles!
Uncle dares to say, this is the most beautiful windmill I've ever seen! Our Tangtang is definitely a little drawing genius!
Hearing Uncle Pang's rapid-fire praise, Tangtang was overjoyed, her eyes curving into pretty little crescents, and she proudly shook her head.
"Hehe, because I'm going to apply all the prettiest colors!"
Tangtang giggled, then turned her expectant gaze to Lin Chen beside her.
Compared to Wang Hai's exaggerated reaction, the little girl cared most about her father's praise.
Lin Chen looked into his daughter's bright eyes.
He walked over to Tangtang, slowly squatted down, and aligned his line of sight with the little girl's.
He reached out his broad hand and gently patted Tangtang's fluffy little head.
"It's very well drawn."
Lin Chen's voice was deep and gentle, with undisguised affirmation: "The colors are very vibrant, and the lines are drawn very carefully."
Most importantly, this was drawn by Tangtang with her heart.
Dad thinks it's really great.
With her father's affirmation, Tangtang's last bit of nervousness vanished.
"Because this is a return gift for my pretty aunt, I drew it very carefully!"
Tangtang proudly pointed to the windmill on the drawing paper, "I was very careful when I was coloring it, trying my best not to color outside the lines!"
"Yes, Tangtang is very dedicated."
Lin Chen smiled and nodded, "The pretty auntie will definitely love this gift."
"That's for sure!"
Wang Hai straightened up and chimed in with a cheerful laugh, "If President Su saw how well Tangtang drew, her heart would probably melt."
This is a one-of-a-kind gift!
Tangtang listened to the two of them and lowered her raised arm with satisfaction.
She placed the drawing paper on the small wooden table, bent down and carefully examined it, making sure that there was no dirt or creases on the paper.
"I'm going to keep it safe and take it to the pretty auntie tomorrow!"
Tangtang muttered something to herself.
She jumped off the little stool, ran to the sofa, and picked up her kindergarten backpack.
The little girl ran back to the table with her schoolbag and unzipped it.
To prevent the drawing paper from getting wrinkled, Tangtang didn't stuff the paper in directly.
She first took out a transparent plastic folder from her schoolbag, which she usually used to store her craft projects.
She carefully held the edge of the drawing paper with her two small hands and slowly pushed it into the transparent folder.
After confirming that the drawing paper was flat and intact inside and would not be crushed, she took a deep breath and put the folder into the innermost part of her small backpack.
"Rip—" Tangtang zipped up her backpack tightly, then gently patted the surface of the backpack with her two little hands, as if to soothe the windmill inside.
After doing all this, the little girl turned around, looked up at Lin Chen with her big eyes full of anticipation for tomorrow.
"Daddy, will the pretty auntie come back for fried rice tomorrow?"
"Tangtang asked in her childish voice."
Lin Chen looked at his daughter's expectant eyes.
He smiled slightly, his tone very certain: "They will come."
"Really?"
Tangtang's eyes lit up instantly.
"Of course it's true."
Lin Chen stretched out his finger and gently scratched her little nose. "She promised Tangtang that she would come to pick up this painting next time."
And she also really likes her dad's fried rice.
"Very good!"
Tangtang jumped up happily and clapped her hands excitedly together. "Then I'll go to the stall to wait for her as soon as I get out of school tomorrow afternoon!"
I want to personally deliver the windmill to her!
Seeing their daughter's eager little face, Lin Chen and Wang Hai couldn't help but smile, and the fatigue of the day was completely healed at that moment.
"Okay, I'll have you deliver it to her yourself tomorrow."
Lin Chen stood up, reached out and closed the wooden box of paintbrushes on the table, putting it away along with the set of hardcover picture books. "But now, Tangtang, the little painter, should go wash her face and brush her teeth, and get ready for bed."
"Take a nap and tomorrow will arrive."
"good!"
Tangtang obediently agreed and placed her soft little hand in her father's palm.
Goodnight, Uncle Fatty!
Tangtang turned her head and waved her free little hand at Wang Hai.
Goodnight, goodnight, go to sleep early, Uncle will pick you up from school tomorrow.
Wang Hai smiled and waved in response.
Lin Chen held his daughter's little hand, and the two figures, one big and one small, walked towards the bathroom.
The night deepened. The warm incandescent light in the rented room, accompanied by the little girl's expectant voice, brought this ordinary yet busy day to a perfect close.