Lin Xiao watched as messages about the pair kept pouring in. The two had truly been… acting like a divine couple descended to the mortal realm on their journey, projecting an image of being out of touch with worldly affairs and ignorant of hardship.
However, he didn’t have much time to dwell on these messages. He was currently facing the biggest challenge since the night his family was annihilated, the most significant difficulty of his life.
Xun'er wanted to drag him to do handicrafts.
And this wasn't about doing crafts at home, but going to a specialized pottery studio.
The mention of a pottery studio conjured images from movies in his mind: a man and a woman, the man holding the woman, and the woman shaping clay in her hands…
But now, Lin Xiao was holding his daughter, and in her hands, various creations were taking shape.
"Teacher said, we must make a suitable work with our daddy or mommy," Xun'er said while trying to shape what she called a penguin. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Although Xun'er said it was a penguin, Lin Xiao looked at their actions and the shape of the clay. He hesitated before speaking, then said, "Xun'er, how about Daddy helps you?"
"Mm!"
Xun'er nodded. She had been staring at the clay in her hands, feeling strange. She had tried her best, but why didn't it look like a penguin at all?
It looked more like a… carrot?
Lin Xiao rolled up his sleeves, full of confidence. Xun'er was too young to know how to do it, but he was an adult, so it should be simple!
Then…
Ten minutes later, Lin Xiao resigned himself to fate.
He now understood that he had absolutely no artistic talent. This kind of clay art was beyond him. He looked at the gourd-like object in his hands. Fine, fine.
He gave up.
"Daddy, why did the penguin turn into a gourd in your hands?" Xun'er sat in front of him, her eyes blinking as she looked at the object in Lin Xiao's hands.
"This, penguins can't be made with this. We need to go to the side and do it slowly. Xun'er, let's not rush."
Lin Xiao immediately said, he refused to believe that this craft could be harder than protecting the country!
It was just a penguin; he would make it!
Half an hour later.
Lin Xiao said to his daughter, "Xun'er, how about we consider changing what we're making?"
This penguin should have been simple, but he had spent half an hour on its limbs and still couldn't get it right. The penguin's head always felt slightly off.
He prided himself on his precise control of strength, having used absolutely no excess force.
Yet, what emerged was a misshapen mess.
He had to admit it; he truly had no talent for art.
"Daddy, I'm going to tell Mommy when we get back." Xun'er pouted. She was very dissatisfied. She just wanted to make a penguin, but why couldn't she succeed?
"No!" Lin Xiao had fought hard to get this opportunity from Luo Qinghan. If he couldn't even do it well, he would surely be heavily ridiculed by Luo Qinghan.
Then, his eyes darted, and he said, "How about, Daddy takes you to the zoo to see? We'll see real penguins, okay?"
Xun'er, who had been pouting and unhappy, immediately grabbed his hand. "Let's go!"