Genius Daddy in the City

"Draw an alchemy furnace!"

The cute little baby held a crayon in his hand and murmured while drawing: "Yeah, yes, it's the kind of alchemy furnace my father used to make alchemy for me."

"When people grow up, they should ask their father to give them an alchemy furnace so that they can make elixirs by themselves. They need to make many elixirs, such as weight-loss elixirs, smart elixirs, and fast-running elixirs."

"Eat it for Ergouzi, brother Haohao, and sister Qianqi. Then they can still use it for fishing, so there is no need to steal daddy's elixir."

The little guy became more and more excited as he talked. He had no idea that he was being stared at by countless pairs of eyes.

An alchemy furnace was quickly formed in her painting. The alchemy furnace in the painting has a faucet on the left and right sides, a groove on the waist, and a furnace lid on top...

When everyone in the manor behind the Jinling Art Museum saw clearly what the little guy had drawn, they couldn't help but look at each other.

"What...what is this?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

The theme is science fiction.

They thought that these children would draw something like airplanes, tanks, cannons, and robots, but in the end, this little guy Mengmeng drew such a nondescript thing.

An old man came closer and stared at it for a long time. His hands suddenly trembled and he almost broke his beard: "This... this seems to be a Taoist alchemy furnace!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

"What? Alchemy furnace?"

Another old man looked shocked and weird at the same time. He was shocked that a child could draw an alchemy furnace. It was weird that this seemed inconsistent with the theme of "science fiction", right?

The commotion among the people attracted Wu Wenshan's attention.

Wu Wenshan opened his eyes slightly, and then casually glanced at the cute baby's paintings on the screen, as if he was just looking at the pictures.

next moment.

His originally careless face finally showed a slight change: "Spirituality, this female doll's painting actually has spirituality."

He is a painter, not a Taoist priest, so he focuses on the artistic level of the little guy's painting.

"Master Wu, what is spirituality?" asked an old man.

His words caught the attention of the rest.

"The so-called spirituality is just an abstract concept. It is an ability to express and a sensitivity to things that cannot be seen with the eyes."

Wu Wenshan stood up slowly, looked at the cute little baby who was painting on the screen, and talked eloquently: "Ordinary people can only be limited to the surface of things when painting. No matter how good you are, painting is still painting after all. You can tell at a glance that it is painting." Fake."

"And some people make paintings that are so spiritual that ordinary people will be lost for a moment after seeing them. For that short moment, they will make you feel that the paintings they create are real and real objects."

As his words fell.

Everyone nodded one after another, looking thoughtful.

Someone took a look at the cute little baby in the painting and couldn't help but inquire: "Master Wu, since the paintings of this female doll have spirituality, doesn't it mean that she is a natural talent for painting?"

"That's right. After another look, I found that this girl's painting has reached the threshold of painting. With such talent and level, she can definitely surpass other participants in the competition." Another old man stroked his beard and smiled.

Wu Wenshan nodded slightly: "Although this girl is very immature, she still has a hint of aura. In normal times, I might consider her talent and take her into my family. But now that I have agreed to the Zhao family, I have to give up on her." ”

Having said this, he raised his eyes to look at the cute little baby who was painting in the video, and shook his head slightly: "It's a pity, I can only blame you for not having a background, and people without a background are destined to not be able to climb high, no matter how good you are. , don’t blame me, this is the law of survival in this world.”

"Master Wu is right!"

Someone chuckled and said, "Although this girl has amazing talents, she is just a genius after all. How can a mere genius compare with the Zhao family?"

The others nodded one after another, then looked at the cute little baby who was painting in the video with some sympathy, and sighed secretly.

No matter how qualified you are.

It can’t compare to the relationship households who have been appointed by default!

…

When Ye Chen saw that what the little guy drew was his alchemy furnace, he looked a little dumbfounded: "Girl, dad thought you could draw something, but you ended up drawing something like this."

When the museum's cameras scanned the works of all participating children one by one, all the parents except Ye Chen couldn't sit still one after another. Some were amazed at the superb painting skills of other children, and some murmured to themselves. The work is full of confidence.

Only Li Yongmin kept a dark face and said nothing.

Because little fat boy Li Erguo drew a weird thing, which looked a bit like a juicer and a bit like a toilet. The kid also marked it next to it as his greatest invention of the new century.

But when everyone saw the cute little baby's painting, they were stunned for a moment, and then a series of exclamations broke out.

"Whose family does this girl belong to? Her paintings are so good!"

"That's right. No kindergarten child can achieve this level. I guess even top art majors can't draw this well, right?"

"It's over. This girl has won the first place. My child has no chance of being the first place. But fortunately, there are still second and third prizes."

"..."

Everyone was talking about it, and they all agreed that the cute little baby's work was the best among all the children, even the art teachers who led the team were no exception.

Listening to the praises from all around, Li Yongmin looked at the little fat man who was still drawing the toilet, and his face became darker and darker.

"Brother Ye, I really envy you for having such a daughter. She must be the first in this competition. Remember to treat your brother to dinner later."

"sure!"

Ye Chen nodded with a smile. No one wanted their children to be praised and liked, even him.

Half an hour was over quickly. All the children stopped writing one after another, and the leading teachers carefully packaged the works and sent them to the judges' table for scoring.

Cang Shuxue led Mengmeng's little baby and others out. As soon as she saw Ye Chen, she was very excited and said: "Mr. Ye, I have read Mengmeng's works. She will definitely take the first place this time. Congratulations first." It’s you!”

"Thank you, Teacher Cang."

Ye Chen smiled, picked up his daughter and couldn't help but kiss her, and praised: "Good daughter, good job!"

"Dad, if someone takes first place, what will you reward them with?" The little guy hugged his neck and couldn't stop giggling.

"Daddy will give you whatever you want."

Ye Chen touched her head.

Compared with the heroic treatment of the little guy, the fat boy Li Erguo on the side had a much worse life. Li Yongmin pointed at his nose and scolded him non-stop.

More than half an hour later, the result of the game was finally announced.

"One first prize, winner: Zhao Yang!"

"Two second prizes, winner: Qian Hao!"

"Five third prize winners: Chen Xiaohai, Li Erguo, Jiang Chun, Ma Junjie, Feng Nana!"

"Ten consolation prizes, winner: Ye Mengmeng..."

"..."

Regarding this result, some people were worried and some were happy, and then everyone was shocked that the first prize actually fell to Zhao Yang. You must know that although Zhao Yang's work is some kind of future car, but at that level, even a layman would know that it is not good.

"The number one is actually Zhao Yang, not Ye Mengmeng. Isn't this impossible?"

"Ye Mengmeng can't get the first place, at least the second prize is okay, but in the end he was given a consolation prize, what does that mean? Also, Zhao Yang's paintings can't be ranked first, right?"

"There is definitely a shady story!"

"..."

This result caught Cang Shuxue a little off guard. She couldn't help but subconsciously said: "Maybe there is a mistake, Mr. Ye, don't worry, I will ask."

"Cang...Teacher Cang, please don't...go!!"

Before she could leave, the cute little baby called her. The little guy held back tears and looked at Ye Chen, choking up and saying, "Dad, I'm sorry... I'm sorry. Mengmeng made you... disappointed."

The little guy didn't want to cry.

But the tears couldn't help but fall.

Her father finally accompanied her to participate in the competition. She just wanted to prove her hard work and shining points to her father and get his praise.

In the end, she only got a consolation prize...

"It's okay, dad has never been disappointed in you."

Ye Chen hugged her in his arms, reached out to brush away the tears on her face, and his face gradually turned cold.

"My daughter, Ye Chen, will do nothing if she doesn't want to do it. If she wants to do it, she will be the first. What does it mean to be a mere consolation prize? Are you going to be sent away to be a beggar?"