Little Joy: Super Genius Lin Lei'er

Nanfeng sighed in his heart. He and Xiaomeng could be said to have grown up together as childhood sweethearts.

It’s just because they grew up together and have a very good relationship, they are like good brothers.

I never thought about it that way, but after I graduated from college, when I found out that Xiao Meng and Qiao Weidong were together.

Nanfeng suddenly realized that he had always liked Xiaomeng, but...eh!

Maybe this is fate. Nanfeng has only blessings for Xiaomeng. Although he is very sad, in his heart, as long as Xiaomeng is truly happy, he will also bless her.

Forcing himself to calm down, Nanfeng returned his gaze to Fang Yifan.

As for Fang Yifan, how should I put it? Overall, he was quite satisfied with him.

Whether it's talent, appearance, or physique, they all meet the standards of an art exam candidate. Although the study time is relatively short, Nanfeng still has confidence in himself.

There are still more than six months left before the art exam, which is enough time.

After a while, the music stopped.

Fang Yifan had just finished dancing. He was sweating profusely and gasping for air because he was too serious.

He looked at Nanfeng hopefully. To him, Nanfeng's affirmation was very important.

Nanfeng is a professional art examination teacher.

If Nanfeng thinks he is not capable, then Fang Yifan really doesn’t know whether he should insist on taking the art exam.

"Clap clap clap!"

Under Fang Yifan's surprised gaze, Nanfeng smiled and clapped his hands. The crisp applause contained recognition of him.

Seeing Nanfeng applauding, Tong Wenjie and Fang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, they knew that their children could really take the art exam.

Tong Wenjie's eyes instantly became moist. She pursed her lips and looked at Fang Yifan, who was crying excitedly in the middle of the stage.

At this moment, there was only joy in her eyes.

Her son is not a bad person, he just hasn't found the right path for himself.

For a moment, Tong Wenjie and others also applauded.

"Old Fang, I didn't realize that there is an artistic germ in your family!" Qiao Weidong said in a low voice.

"Bah, what artistic bacteria, that's called artistic cells!" Fang Yuan said speechlessly.

Good artistic cells can be said to be artistic bacteria.

If it weren't for the fact that they were good friends, he would have kicked him a few times.

"Yes, yes, it's artistic cells. I was wrong. Sorry, sorry!" Qiao Weidong said with an awkward smile.

He just said it casually.

Don't worry about Qiao Weidong.

After Nanfeng confirmed that Fang Yifan was talented, he decided to give him training with Tong Wenjie and Fang Yuan.

Fang Yifan also began his formal art exam training career.

the other side

Shuxiang Yayuan, Lin Lei'er's home.

It was almost noon, and Lin Lei'er looked at his kitchen with a bit of despair.

At this moment, in the kitchen, Wang Yidi, Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao were cooking, each wearing an apron.

Looking at the potato shreds cut by Qiao Yingzi that were thicker than fingers, Lin Lei'er's eyes twitched slightly.

He originally thought that the three young ladies would go home to eat at noon.

But the three of them didn't hesitate and directly asked to have lunch at his house.

The point is that we had dinner at his house.

They insisted on cooking for themselves and wouldn't let Lin Lei'er order takeout.

Looking at the three people making a scene in the kitchen, Lin Lei'er really didn't dare to leave for a moment.

He was afraid that as soon as he turned around, these three ladies would burn down his newly bought house.

"Qiao Yingzi, do you know how to shred potatoes? These are shredded potatoes? Potato sticks, right?"

"Wang Yidi, what do you care? Look at the egg liquid you made. Several pieces of eggshell have fallen off in it. How dare you criticize me for this?"

"Well... so what? I can just use chopsticks to clean up this eggshell. It's no big deal!"

"Hehehe, there's chicken shit on that eggshell you just fell into!"

"..."

At the door, Lin Lei'er's mouth twitched slightly.

I hope he won’t die right after eating lunch today. Otherwise... let’s run away. It seems a bit unsafe to stay here.

Thinking of this, Lin Lei'er turned around and looked at the door blocked by the sofa and sighed.

This is really a sin. What kind of person is this? How can he force others to have a meal with him?

Seeing that there was no way to escape, Lin Lei'er's gaze returned to the kitchen.

But this time his eyes were focused on Huang Zhitao. To be honest, the only person who made him feel there was still some hope at noon today was Huang Zhitao.

At this time, Huang Zhitao was wearing an apron and quietly cutting ingredients.

It does look like that.

Lin Lei'er nodded slightly. It turned out that Huang Zhitao really had the temperament of a good wife and mother.

This was in stark contrast to the clumsy Wang Yidi and Qiao Yingzi next to them.

For the next hour or so.

Lin Lei'er's palms were sweating, and a red fire extinguisher was placed at his feet.

It was okay when Huang Zhitao was cooking, but the way Wang Yidi and Qiao Yingzi were cooking was really fiery and oil splattered everywhere.

If Huang Zhitao hadn't been watching, Lin Lei'er would have gone up to stop it long ago.

But fortunately, nothing unexpected happened when we were finishing the last dish.