"School?"
Qi Manman tilted her head, blinked: "Mother, Manbao seems to have seen it before, can Manbao try to draw it?"
Yi Meng didn't think much of it, and simply laid a piece of coarse paper aside, then chose a not-so-long charcoal pencil and handed it to the little girl.
The little girl knelt on the bed, one arm propped on the table, while the other hand held the charcoal pencil and began to draw here and there on the paper.
Yi Meng glanced at it, and saw that it really had no semblance of an artistic method.
Once certain that the little girl was merely playing, curious, Yi Meng let her be and continued studying how the school should be constructed.
The mother and daughter quietly drew together, while Xiao Shiyi lay nearby snoring, making a very beautiful scene.
Until Mrs. Qi came in carrying chicken soup, breaking this piece of serene beauty.
"Meng Niang, drink the chicken soup."
