After wearing it quickly, he found himself a white cut black

"Brother Mu, Brother Ye, you are back!"

Zhao Yuan looked at the two people who came back with big and small bags, quickly put down the pen in his hand, and ran over to help pick up the things.

Zhao Yuan frowned and put the big bag of snacks on the table, then pulled Mu Mu to the sofa and pushed her down.

With his hands behind his back, he spoke solemnly.

"Why did Brother Mu buy so many snacks? Mom said that it's not good to eat too many snacks. If Brother Mu doesn't have time to cook, you can come to our house.

Besides, I can cook now, if Brother Mu feels embarrassed, I can come over and make it for you, and I won’t be able to eat so many snacks in the future..."

"Pfft... Cough, sorry, I'm a little thirsty, I, I'm going to boil some water first."

Ye Xi couldn't help laughing when he saw the young man nodding his head earnestly and listening to the little girl's lesson, then turned and went to the kitchen facing the eyes of the two of them.

"Has Yuan Yuan finished her homework?"

"Of course!"

When Zhao Yuan was asked such a question, he completely diverted his attention just now, ran back to the balcony, and brought over his notebook.

"Brother Mu, look, I not only finished my homework, but also drew a picture."

Looking at the "painting" on the notebook in front of her, Mu Mu resisted the urge to laugh, raised her hand and rubbed Zhao Yuan's head, coughed lightly, and praised.

"Yuanyuan is great, these two stick figures are very well drawn."

"This is not a stickman, this is you and Brother Ye."

Zhao Yuan muttered a little dissatisfied, and then pointed to the two stick figures, one red and one blue, on the painting.

"Isn't it like that? Look! I drew your legs so long!"

Mu Mu: "..."

Suddenly I couldn't laugh out loud, what happened.

"It's quite similar."

Zhao Yuan's eyes lit up, he glanced at the kitchen again, and said in a low voice, "Brother Mu, do you think Brother Ye would like this painting?"

Brother Mu said that it was the big brother who cooked at noon today.

But her mother told her that she can't just eat from strangers, even if she is familiar with people, she can't keep asking for it, and she must reciprocate.

She didn't know what to give as a gift, so she could only draw a picture.

Mu Mu was silent again, following the little girl's gaze, Ye Xi had already started cleaning up the dishes.

"Yuanyuan's paintings are so beautiful, of course he will like them."

After Zhao Yuan got this sentence, he was relieved.

"That's good."

"Does Yuan Yuan like to draw?"

Mu Mu carried Zhao Yuan to the sofa and sat down, holding the painting in her hand.

"Like it."

The little girl nodded, "But my mother said I was too young, she bought me a lot of paint brushes and drawing paper, and said that if I still like it after my birthday next year, then she will enroll me in art classes."

Seeing the happy look of the little girl, Mu Mu felt much better.

"Then how about I teach you how to draw? Before your mother enrolls you in art classes, I will teach you how to draw."

In order not to receive a few more stick figures in the future, I have to nod in the little girl's expectant eyes and say that I and the match figure.

"Brother Mu can also draw, really amazing!"

Zhao Yuan nodded repeatedly, comforted the little girl, and then Mu Mu got up and walked to the kitchen.

Looking at Ye Xi who was chopping vegetables, he silently picked up the tomato beside him and cleaned it.

Out of the corner of Ye Xi's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the person beside him, his hands kept moving, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he spoke with a smile.

"Aren't you accompanying Yuanyuan? Why, you don't want me to cook alone, so you plan to come and accompany me?"

"You do yours, I do mine."

Mu Mu said and began to cut tomatoes on another chopping board, "I'll make scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"By the way, Yuanyuan just drew a picture for us and planned to give it to you. Although it was a little hasty... But it is a heart, don't hurt the little girl's heart."

"rest assured."

Ye Xi's attention at this moment is only that sentence that Zhao Yuan drew for the two of them, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth is getting deeper and deeper.

"It's normal for the little girl's paintings to be somewhat deficient."

Mu Mu stopped talking, and after the food was ready and served on the table, Zhao Yuan picked up the painting he had drawn and handed it to Ye Xi.

"Brother Ye, it's for you."

Ye Xi was already somewhat prepared in his heart, but looking at the two stick figures on the white paper, he fell silent.

How should he understand these two stick figures?

Which is him?Which is Mumu?

And what is that thing that standing stickman threw into the sitting stickman's hand?Is it the heart?