Wen Yi forcibly suppressed the smile on his face, "I think Tangtang might not have a talent for painting."
The little one turned her head, "Daddy said, Tangtang is great!"
"Yes, yes, yes, you are the best."
Wen Yi looked at the black blob that Tangtang painted and couldn't help but laugh again.
"God, what a crow, who can tell that this blob is a crow."
Wen Yi laughed until tears came out.
He had never seen a baby with such poor talent, and the color she mixed was black.
Jiang Mo asked softly, "Tangtang, why did you only mix the color black? Where are the other colors? Weren't there blue, white, yellow, green, and pink on your face?"
The little dumpling pointed to the drawing paper in the middle with one small hand.
She painted all of them on, and in the end, it became black. She didn't know why either.
The baby scratched her little head in confusion, "Black."
Jiang Mo suddenly realized, "Putting all the colors on, of course, it's black."
It seems that his Tangtang really doesn't have any talent for painting.
"Daddy, Tangtang draw... flower."
Baby actually wanted to draw flowers, but in the end, it became a crow.
Jiang Mo said dotingly, "Next time, Daddy will teach you how to draw. Daddy will teach you hand-in-hand."
"Okay, Daddy is the best!"
Daddy is so amazing, he knows everything and can even draw flowers.
The little dumpling was so happy that she stretched out her two little arms and wanted to hug her daddy again.
"Daddy, hug."
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Jiang Mo looked at his dirty daughter and hesitated for a moment, "Tangtang, how about Daddy take you to take a bath first?"
"Okay."
The little one grabbed her dirty clothes with her two little hands, knowing that she was too dirty.
Jiang Mo took his daughter to the bathroom. The little one saw her flowery little face in the mirror, and her little eyebrows were wrinkled into caterpillars.
"Daddy, Tangtang dirty."
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"Daddy will wash Tangtang's face, and it won't be dirty in a while. Our Tangtang is still a clean baby."
Jiang Mo gently coaxed the little one, first washing her face clean, and then wiping it clean with a towel.
The little one saw her clean face in the mirror.
"Tangtang white!"
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"Yeah, our Tangtang is white, really a clean baby."
Jiang Mo took off the little Tangtang's fluffy rabbit coat.
"Our Tangtang is taking a bath."
Little Tangtang sat in the small bathtub, playing with the little bubbles on it.
Jiang Mo nodded, "Yeah, beautiful, baby, close your eyes, we're going to rinse your hair."
The little milk dumpling quickly closed her eyes.
Jiang Mo patiently rinsed his daughter's hair, washing it clean.
Before the bath was finished, the little one's stomach was already rumbling.
Jiang Mo asked with a smile, "Tangtang's little tummy is hungry?"
The little milk bun stuck out her little tongue, "Daddy, hungry."
"We'll be done washing soon, and we'll eat in a while."
"Okay."
The little milk dumpling, who was originally dirty, was now washed clean by her daddy and put on beautiful little clothes.
Tangtang stood in front of the mirror and leaned on it to look.
"Tangtang clean."
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"Our Tangtang is so clean."
Jiang Mo took the little one's hand and went out of the bathroom.
Wen Yi widened his eyes, "I went! Tangtang was just a dirty baby, but my brother-in-law washed her so clean."
The little milk dumpling ran to her uncle, grabbed his hand, and showed him her face.
"Tangtang white."
"Yeah, washed really white."
Wen Yi pulled the little one's little cheek.
"Pain."
The little one was pinched and it hurt, so she ran to her daddy's side again.
"I didn't use any force, how could it hurt? Are you pretending?" Wen Yi asked.
Tangtang shook her head, sniffing aggrievedly.
"Daddy, hug."
Jiang Mo picked up his daughter.
"Daddy, Tangtang draw hang..."
The little one pointed to the mural on the wall, wanting to hang her masterpiece on it too.
After all, she drew so beautifully, and Daddy praised her.
Wen Yi burst out laughing again, "Tangtang, are you saying, hang that ugly crow you drew on it as a mural!"
"Not ugly! Tangtang draw pretty!"
The little one ran to her uncle, looking up and arguing with her little uncle, her cheeks puffed up in anger.
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"Pretty? That dark blob of yours. Who can tell it's a crow? And hang it up there, aren't you afraid people will laugh at you when they come to your house."
Wen Yi patted the baby's little head, "Do you want to laugh your uncle to death and inherit his inheritance?"
Little Tangtang stomped her feet in anger and ran to her daddy's side, hugging his leg to complain.
"Daddy, uncle bad."
Jiang Mo coaxed softly, "Tangtang drew very well. Daddy will have someone hang Tangtang's painting up, hang it in Tangtang's room, okay? Don't show it to others."
The little one nodded, "Okay."
Daddy is the best after all, little uncle is not good at all • ́ ‸ ก!
The servants had already prepared the meal, a table full of food, exuding a fragrance.
Tangtang looked at the dishes on the table and swallowed.
"Weren't you hungry just now? I'm going to eat, Tangtang's tummy is rumbling."
Jiang Mo put his daughter in front of the dining table and put on her little bib.
"Time to eat."
Wen Yi deliberately said: "Tangtang, you still can't eat by yourself? Other babies can use chopsticks at two years old."
Tangtang took her little spoon herself, "Daddy, Tangtang eat rice herself."
"Okay, our Tangtang has really grown up."
Baby took a small spoon to eat, although it was a bit difficult.
Wen Yi said again, "Tangtang, you still can't use chopsticks. People's babies can use chopsticks at two years old."
Tangtang baby pouted her little mouth and took a small chopstick.
"Daddy, Tangtang use chopsticks!"
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"Tangtang is still young, she can't use chopsticks. Eat with a spoon first."
Tangtang didn't want to, she insisted on picking up the chopsticks to pick up vegetables, but she couldn't use them at all, and before she could pick them up, they fell into the plate.
"Baby, you really don't need chopsticks, what do you want to eat? Daddy will pick it up for you."
"Tangtang can!"
The little milk dumpling continued to pick up rice with chopsticks, but before she could pick it up, it fell again, making her angry and throwing the chopsticks.
Wen Yan glared at Wen Yi, "Don't talk, no one treats you as a mute."
"Sister, I'm just saying, Tangtang is already three years old, you can teach her how to use chopsticks."
Jiang Mo took another small chopstick for Tangtang and personally taught the baby how to use chopsticks.
"Tangtang can't use chopsticks, don't worry, Daddy will teach you. Our Tangtang is so smart, she will learn it as soon as she learns it, right?"
The little one nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes!"
"First put the chopsticks in your hand, then separate them, and then pick up the vegetables."
With Daddy's help, little Tangtang finally picked up a small rib, and was very happy.
"Daddy! Tangtang can pick up vegetables!"
"Tangtang is so smart."
Tangtang ate the ribs she picked up and looked at her little uncle triumphantly.
"Uncle, Tangtang can use chopsticks!"
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