Chapter 945 Sleepwalking (1/2)

Mili moved her brush and drawing board into Dawny's room.

”Dawny, let me teach you how to draw, okay? Drawing is fun. When you grow up, you will be a fashion designer like mommy.”

Dawny looked at his sister with his beautiful big eyes. He didn't know what a fashion designer was, but the brush in her hand should be an interesting toy.

”Okay, draw.” He chuckled and clapped his hands. Then he held the brush in his hand and began to paint on the paper.

”Dawny is really good at painting. He is a genius. It's obvious that he will inherit mommy's career and be a fashion designer when he grows up,” Mili praised with a smile. She needed to encourage her brother fully and increase his confidence and interest.

The baby seemed to understand his sister's praise. He immediately raised his beautiful thick eyebrows and showed a very proud expression.

”Dawny, good job! Great!”

”Yes, you're right. Dawny is awesome, you little genius.” Michelle gave him a thumbs up.

Dot frowned at the door. His sister had decided to strike first.

He couldn't show any sign of weakness for the sake of his future hacker empire.

But business was not like painting that could be cultivated by such teaching. It was difficult to teach it.

Seeing Dot, Mili said with a secret smile, ”Dot, don't you find that Dawny is very talented in painting?”

”The more I look at him, the more I think he will be a business genius.” As he spoke, Dot walked up and kissed his brother's pink face.

”Dawny, do you want to be a powerful person like daddy and grandpa to run a big financial group?” asked Dot.

The boy didn't fully understand what he meant. He looked at his brother with his big eyes.

”Dot, Dawny cannot understand what you are talking about now.” Then she touched her brother's head and said, ”Let's continue drawing.”

The boy nodded and continued to paint on the drawing board.

At this time, Rabi came over, followed by Shyla, who was holding a small muffin, chicken wings with honey juice, and sausages in her hands. Rabi made them by himself, and his biggest hobby now was to cook.

”Mili, Dot, Dawny, I made muffin, sausage and chicken wings myself. Let's have afternoon tea together.”

”That's great, brother.” Mili clapped her hands happily.

Rabi handed the freshly squeezed kiwi juice to Dawny. He was too young to eat anything else, so this was the afternoon tea specially prepared for him.

Rabi was always considerate and thoughtful.

”Wow, it's so delicious. You can be the God of cooks,” said Mili, eating a piece of chicken wings.

”Maybe my talent is in the kitchen,” Rabi said with a smile. He was very happy that he had one special skill, which made him not inferior to his brother and sister in everything.