"It looks great! A hundred times better than Mom's drawing!"
Yi Meng gently patted the little girl's head.
These words weren't meant to appease the child but were genuinely Yi Meng's honest opinion.
Although Manbao's drawing doesn't show much skill and could even be considered very simple, the image is remarkably outstanding.
It's just simple lines, yet it makes her feel a sense of ethereal beauty, magnificence.
Of course, Yi Meng has no doubt this has something to do with her daughter being blessed by the heavens.
Receiving praise, Qi Manman's eyes instantly brightened, and she no longer felt aggrieved. Instead, she looked at her mother with even more anticipation: "Mom, can the school be made like this?"
"Well..."
Yi Meng was stumped.
The drawing is good, and the building in it looks grand.
But, their village couldn't possibly build something like that!
"Mom, can't it be done? Didn't you say Manbao's drawing is a hundred times better than yours?"
