Houfu Key Class

It was definitely not because she was embarrassed to talk to Zong Zhao alone.

Xu Wan thought stiffly.

In front of the desk, the little devil had already laid down and asked in a low voice: "My most powerful father in the world, have you finished your work?"

Zong Zhao said without even raising his head: "Go back and get ready. I'll be there tomorrow morning."

He heard everything the mother and son said just now.

The little devil was so excited that he jumped up on the spot: "Wow! Great! Dad, you are really awesome! I'll go tell them right now!"

Xu Wan was sitting outside and couldn't hear what they said. She only felt that the little devil was so excited that he screamed with excitement not long after he entered. Then he ran out and told her that his father had agreed, and he was indeed his father.

Xu Wan: "???"

Zong Zhao is such a nimble person.

Why does he feel so efficient in everything he does? He arranges his time well, rushes when he says he wants, and has super strong execution ability. Xu Wan thought: If he were in a modern workplace, he would definitely be promoted like a rocket.

Zong Jincheng went back to report the news in a hurry, and then turned back after running halfway.

Xu Wan asked: "Is there anything else?"

The little devil said hehely: "Anyway, they haven't finished the exam yet. I'll go back after lunch with my parents. It won't be too late."

Xu Wan looked at the bowl of breakfast porridge in front of her and felt that she was full. She spread her hands and said, "I can't eat any more."

Zong Jincheng was not discouraged and quickly pulled her and said, "That's just right. I'll take my mother out for a walk and eat. She'll be hungry soon."

"Where are you going?" Xu Wan couldn't keep up with his thoughts, so she was dragged out by the little boy.

In the small courtyard, Shunzi was already waiting with something in his hands. Zong Jincheng conjured a pile of bamboo and paper from nowhere and asked someone to bring it into the room and put it on the table.

Xu Wan recognized it at a glance: "You want to make a lantern? What kind of walk is this?" She thought he was taking him for a walk, but it turned out to be indoor crafts.

The little devil smiled and said: "Of course, forget it. I learned to make lanterns from my brother before, but it was very slow, laborious and brain-consuming. The night I learned how to do it, I ate two more big meat buns than usual." He also stretched out two fingers to sign.

Xu Wan joked: "That only means that your hands-on ability is too poor. Isn't it easy to make a lantern?"

"How is it possible? Mom, you've never done it before and you don't know. You'll understand how difficult it is when you try it." Zong Jincheng started teaching enthusiastically, "Let's tie the bamboo strips into the skeleton of the lantern first. That's it. From this Position first, hold on tight."

The two held a lantern in each hand, one demonstrated teaching, and the other pretended not to know how to do it. From time to time, they would ask: "Can I make an oval frame?"

The little devil thought for a while and said, "That's okay. You can make it whatever shape you like. As long as you fix the bamboo strips, you can cut the paper and paste it according to the shape and size."

Xu Wan was not in a hurry to cut the paper, but teased him again: "I also want to fold a few more small bamboo strips."

Zong Jincheng frowned: "What are you doing by folding small bamboo strips? This will be very messy and difficult to paste into paper."

While Xu Wan was talking, the small bamboo strips had been folded and fixed on it. When the bamboo strip frame was turned around, it was in the shape of a little rabbit.

The little devil was stunned, and he exclaimed: "Can you still make a lantern like this?"

Xu Wan said: "The next step is to cut the paper."

"Yeah..." Zong Jincheng quickly handed her the scissors.

Xu Wan quickly cut out paper and applied paste, quickly pasting up a little rabbit lantern, and holding it with a stick to make it look lifelike. Zong Jincheng looked at the lantern in his hand and instantly felt that it was quite satisfactory.

Only then did he react and said suspiciously: "Mom, have you already known how to make lanterns?"

Xu Wan smiled and said, "Can't it be that I'm very talented and just learned it from you?"

In fact, she is really good at it. She used to do a few in the orphanage to entertain her younger brothers and sisters. She also did a few to relieve boredom when she was working in the Shangshu Mansion. Her brain works very fast and she can develop new shapes by herself and make the lanterns look good.

The little devil frowned and said, "I don't think I'm that powerful."

Xu Wan was painting the lantern and joked: "Hey, there are times when Wenquxing's successor is not confident. Isn't this your style?"

Zong Jincheng snorted and said, "Wenquxing's successor only needs to be good at reading, but he doesn't need to know everything. If I were proficient in everything, everyone in the world would be so angry that they would jump into the river."

"Haha, then the world has to thank you for leaving us a way to survive?"

The little devil raised his head and said proudly: "No need to thank me, mother, I can keep it for you."

"Pfft, you are fat and out of breath. Come and draw. I want to see what beautiful patterns you can draw on your lantern." Xu Wan said while drawing.

Zong Jincheng put away the lantern, took the pen and said: "I want to write, not draw."

"Afraid that the painting will be too ugly?" Xu Wan exposed him mercilessly.

Zong Jincheng blushed and retorted: "No! My lanterns must have my own characteristics. Paintings cannot represent them. Poetry is my advantage!"

"Ah?" Xu Wan asked with a black face, "Isn't poetry your shortcoming?"

The little devil snorted and said, "I'll be watching you with admiration for the next three days. Let's see how I amaze you!"

Xu Wan finished the painting and took it away to dry, while the little devil mysteriously finished writing the poem, with a proud look on his face, as if he had written an eternal famous saying.

Xu Wan thought suspiciously, could it be that this boy's poetry has really improved a lot?

After a long time, the ink dried.

The little devil turned the lantern and showed off enthusiastically: "Mom, look, how is it? Isn't it awesome!"

Xu Wan looked carefully:

"There are eight talents in the world, Zong Jincheng has only one stone, and he borrows two from the world in anger. His talent is shocking, and his literary thoughts are like springs. His writing is shocking, and his poems make ghosts and demons cry."

Xu Wan: "………………"

Destroy it, I'm tired.

The little devil pestered her and asked: "How is it? How is it? Is it super domineering!"

Xu Wan said with a numb face: "It's super deserving of a beating. If you dare to hang it out, you will definitely be beaten to death."

The little devil said confidently: "People who want to beat me are people who can't catch up with me even if they flatter me. That's called jealousy."

Xu Wan thought to herself: It's your narcissism that can't catch up with flattery.

However, after being tossed around like this, Xu Wan felt that her heart was greatly hurt, and she really had the energy to eat at noon.

Finally achieving the goal of having dinner with her parents, Zong Jincheng sat happily at the table, watching the maids serve dishes one by one.

At the dinner table, the little devil and Xu Wan would occasionally quarrel with each other, laughing and playing, which was their daily life as mother and son. Zong Zhao was eating next to him, so quiet that he seemed to be non-existent. Zong Jincheng asked in confusion: "Dad, why don't you say anything? Is the food not tasty? But you ate a lot?"

Realizing that the boy wanted to make trouble, Zong Zhao put down his chopsticks and looked at him.

The little devil was not afraid of him at all, but instead taught him his experience seriously: "Mom likes to talk and laugh with me while eating, which can increase her appetite. Dad, if you keep being so quiet, Mom will only like me and not you."