“See, first draw the pistil of the little flower, then draw one, two, three, four, five, six petals. Then comes the body of the little flower, and finally draw two leaves, and the little flower is finished. Isn’t it very simple?” Qiao Zhen asked Ye Ziyan while drawing.

Ye Ziyan nodded and said, "That's right!" It looks so simple!

Kong Mingming found it amusing to watch from the side. General An's daughter was truly adorable.

She handed the colorful brush to her: "Come, Ziyān, draw a flower too!"

"Alright." Ye Ziyan took the paintbrush and began to draw on the paper.

Kong Mingming and Qiao Zhen sat on either side of her, their eyes following that red pen tip back and forth.

In less than a minute, Ye Ziyan finished painting a small flower.

After she finished, she held up her painting and asked the two people, "Aunt Qiao, Aunt Kong, is my little flower pretty?"

Jo-Chen looked at the painting on the paper and chuckled, "It's beautiful, Ziyan painted it very well."

Children should be encouraged, Min'er's painting is about the same as this one.

Then Kong Mingming pointed to the two balls of yarn on the paper and asked, "What is this?"

What does it mean to draw two balls of yarn on the petals of a flower?

Ye Ziyan said, "This is Xiaohua's eyes!"

Then she climbed down from the stool and ran to An Xiaonuan's side, holding the painting.

"Mommy, this is for you! This is Zǐyān's first painting!" Zǐyān said excitedly.

She was wearing the white puffy skirt that An Xiaonuan bought for her today, with two small buns on top of her head. With that smile, she really looked like an angel.

Today was also a day where I was completely charmed by my daughter's cuteness!

An Xiaonuan sighed in her heart, then said, "Thank you, Ziyan. Mom loves it very much. So shall we draw a few more to send back to our brothers and Dad?"

"Okay!" she exclaimed, then ran back to her little desk.

This little easel was just bought and given to her by Xiao Nuan. It's perfect for her to paint with now.

However, after she ran back, she didn't sit down. Instead, she said to the two people, "Auntie Kong, Auntie Qiao, is there a garden here? I want to watch the flowers and draw."

Joe and Ming looked at each other.

Even such a young child knows how to paint, amazing!

However, by coincidence, the flowers from the opening ceremony the day before yesterday were so popular that they were moved to the rooftop to be taken care of.

So Qiaozhen took Ziyan to ask An Xiaonuan, "An总, Ziyan said she wants to paint flowers, can we take her to the rooftop to play for a while?"

An Xiaonuan nodded and said, "Okay, thank you." An Xiaonuan replied while sketching on her hand-drawn board.

Then the three people walked out of the design room, leaving only An Xiaonuan alone inside.

When Ye Ziyān entered the company, many people saw her, so everyone knew that she was An Xiaonuan's daughter.

As soon as I left, the internal private chat group at the company became like this...

"Have you seen General An's daughter? Oh my goodness, she is so adorable!"

"Picture"

"Image"

“......”

"Video"

"Voice 30 seconds"

"Ahhhh, how could there be such a cute child? Did she grow up eating cuteness?"

"Cheating on me again with a daughter!"

"I just heard her call someone, that voice was so beautiful! Gotta go, I'm going to record it now!"

"Please provide voice input!"

"Same here!"

"I want one too! Crowdfund a bell version! I'll donate one dollar!"

"I donate five dollars!"

"...."

Since that day, An Xiaonuan felt like she often heard Ziyan's voice at the company.

But it was only for a moment, and then it was gone. So she always thought it was just her imagination.

But they didn't know that those weirdos in the company, holding cigarettes and calling each other uncles and aunts, used their recorded voices as ringtones.

But that was a matter for later. Right now, Ye Ziyan had already reached the balcony.

The back garden of Yiwan's house was planted with many precious flowers. Because she was curious, she often pestered her mom and dad with questions, so now she knew a lot about flowers.

So when she saw the flowers upstairs, she didn't have much of an emotional reaction.

Kong Mingming smiled wryly behind her.

She recalled the expression on her face when she first saw these flowers, truly no better than a child's.

In just a few days, she felt like she had seen so much more clearly and understood her own shortcomings better.

At the grand opening ceremony, all the flowers chosen were predominantly red. Red roses were the most abundant, so Qiao Zhen and Kong Ming both stuck closely behind Ye Ziyan, preventing her from being hurt by the rose thorns.

Ye Ziyuan finally stood before a red peony.

This flower may have been a bud at the time, only blooming today, so it is especially large and vibrant.

"I'll paint this!" Yezhiyan pointed to the flower in front of her.

A gentle breeze rustled through, making the thin, silk-like petals of the peony dance lightly, as if greeting Yezhiyan.

"Look, she's very happy too!"

Joan nodded and said, "That's right! It seems like this little flower likes Ziyan too!"

Then she stepped forward two paces, reaching out to pluck the flower.

Ye Ziyan shouted loudly, "Aunt Qiao, no!"

Qiaozhen was startled by her voice and turned back to ask, "What's wrong? How can you paint if you don't take it off?"

Ye Ziyan looked at the flower and said, "No, you take her down, she'll hurt."

After she finished speaking, the flower swayed again. Then Yezhiyan said, “Look, she doesn't want to be picked either.”

Joe Zhen had wanted to say it was the wind, but looking at Zi Yan's clear eyes, she finally withdrew her hand and said, "Then why don't Aunt Joe take a picture? And then we draw according to this picture?"

This method is not impossible.

And she's just a child, no need to draw so many details, just look at the photo and paint it.

Kong Ming stood beside Ye Ziyan, watching the slight frown on her brow. He bent down and asked, "Would you like to paint here?"

Hearing this, Ye Ziyan raised her head and nodded. "That's right, but you still have to work. If I were here with you, you wouldn't be able to go to work."

She used to make a fuss asking the housekeeper to play with her, and then grandma told her about it.

When others are working, try not to disturb them, otherwise they might get very tired.

Kōngmíng and Qiáo Zhēn both stared in astonishment.

They didn't expect that such a small child would actually know so much, and be so well-behaved it would melt anyone's heart.

"Then let's go ask your mom if she's doing okay? Maybe we can come here and paint together!" Qiaozhen quickly came up with a solution.

Ye Ziyan's eyes lit up: "Good!"

If she could draw here, she could draw while looking at the little flower, it would definitely be fun!

Then the three of them returned to An Xiaonuan's design studio.

(Editor in charge：dark matter a novel)