The warm wind blows over, and it even brings saliva, which is very unhygienic.
Dongfang Aoshi's depressed mood slowly calmed down because of Yaohua's thoughtfulness.
The look on his face said, "Yaohua."
"Yes." Xiao Yaohua crossed her legs, put her hands on her hips, and sat on Dongfang Aoshi's lap, "Uncle, tell me."
"Didn't you just say that there was a way to help me?" Dongfang Aoshi knew that it was unrealistic to place his hopes on a four-year-old child.
But Yaohua is the closest person to gentleness now.
Maybe Yaohua really has a way.
"Yes." Xiao Yaohua nodded, then frowned again, "But..."
"but?"
"Uncle is very ugly, is it okay?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Okay then!" Xiao Yaohua nodded, as if he had made a very strong determination, "Uncle, let's go get a pen, ink and inkstone."
"Bi, ink and inkstone?" Dongfang Aoshi was stunned, not understanding what Xiao Yaohua wanted to do.
But I still held him and went to the painting desk.
"Uncle, I want to sit on it." Xiao Yaohua pointed at the painting table and said.
Dongfang Aoshi picked him up.
"Uncle, sit over there." Xiao Yaohua pointed to the chair.
Dongfang Aoshi sat down.
"Sit down and don't move." Xiao Yaohua finished her explanation earnestly, turned around, and dipped her brush in ink.
"Yaohua?" What does this little guy want to do?
Could it be that you want to draw something on his face?
Dongfang Aoshi's thick eyebrows frowned deeply.
"Uncle, please don't move, otherwise you will poke your eyes." The brush was swinging in front of me, and the ink dripped down, staining the clothes of both people.
"...Yaohua, what are you...?"
"Draw a pig's nose on uncle's face!" Xiao Yaohua said seriously.
"..."
"When I made mistakes in the past, it was always like this." Xiao Yaohua shared her experience very generously. "Every time the manager saw the pig nose on my face, he wouldn't be angry."
"..."
"Uncle, don't move, don't move." Xiao Yaohua said, drawing the brush directly on Dongfang Aoshi's face...
If it were anyone else who dared to attack Dongfang Aoshi, he would have been chopped into hundreds of pieces.
But Yaohua is different.
Yaohua is not only the child of Dongfang Aoshi's sister, but he also raised her by himself.
No matter what he does, Dongfang Aoshi will never be angry.
What's more, Dongfang Aoshi still needs to rely on him to win tender forgiveness?
The maids all lowered their heads. No one dared to look around for fear of having their eyes gouged out.
Xiao Yaohua sat on the painting desk and painted her uncle's face very seriously.
All around, there was silence.
After a long while, Xiao Yaohua's painting was finally completed.
He patted his chubby little hands and announced, "Okay, uncle."
Dongfang Aoshi's eyebrows twitched, and he knew without looking how miserable his current situation was.
But it doesn't matter.
If this can be exchanged for gentle forgiveness, it will be worth it.
Dongfang Aoshi stood up and said, "Let's go."
"Go? Where to go?" Xiao Yaohua wondered, "It's not over yet."
"..."
Xiao Yaohua asked a servant to bring a piece of cloth.
"Uncle, you write here." Xiao Yaohua gave him the brush.
"What to write?"
"Well... just write, I am the bad guy, I am not good, I am wrong, I won't dare to do it next time." Xiao Yaohua said.
Every time he asked for forgiveness from his supervisor, he always asked his servants to help him write like this.
Although Dongfang Aoshi didn't understand what the purpose of this strip of cloth was, he still followed Yaohua's wishes and wrote it on the strip of cloth.