C19 Take the Kid to See the Exhibition (2/2)

”Mommy, why does Eldest Uncle want to draw the sea? ”What does the painting mean?”

”Uh, what's there to do? Actually, it was your dad who liked the sea. Caifeng just saw it and drew it.”

Xia Jinsheng never thought that the little fellow would make things difficult for her in some way.

”Really?” The little guy looked at Xia Jinsheng with half believing and half doubting eyes, wanting to find some clues from her body.

Xia Jinsheng smiled at her to enhance her credibility, but even if her cheeks were sore from laughing, the doubt on her little face couldn't be dispelled.

She was speechless. She did not understand who this little fellow's unlovable personality was like.

She quickly lost interest in the painting. Firstly, she was afraid that the little guy would ask her more questions, and secondly, although the painting was very beautiful, causing people's eyes to light up, she could only see it to such an extent. Like what she said, she really didn't understand.

All she could say was that she was being modest.

”Mommy, I found something amazing!”

”Come quickly!”

He did not know what he discovered, but he suddenly became excited and kept shouting at Xia Jinsheng. Receiving the gazes of the other tourists who heard, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth.

When he returned, he must let this girl know what it meant to not cause a scene in public.

When Xia Jinsheng walked to Rollin's side, the little guy was lying on the stage and drooling while talking about a painting. When she walked closer, she realized that it was a Western European style religious dinner plan.

The structure was set up close to, far away, so the artist made a close-up of the delicacies on the table. The golden roasted chicken was so alluring that even from a distance it seemed to smell a fragrance.

”Gurgle ~ ~”

The little guy swallowed his saliva in an exaggerated manner, even Xia Jinsheng behind her could hear it clearly, ”Mommy, this painting is so awesome.” After saying that, the little fellow licked its lips, looking like a glutton.

Her head was covered in a black line. It couldn't be that she was praising him because he was the only one in all the paintings that had a roast chicken, right?