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After Chapter 44, Peng Peng doesn't know
After Chapter 44, Peng Peng doesn't know
Of course, the packaged brown sugar glutinous rice cakes are for Peng Peng.
When Zhang Zhong opened the box of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes in front of Peng Peng, the little guy's eyes were filled with little stars.
"Brown sugar glutinous rice cake!"
Zhang Zhong laughed, "Have you ever eaten?"
Pengpeng nodded his head, "Yeah, I've eaten from the old man's house at the door, and Aunt Yan took me there. His brown sugar glutinous rice cakes are delicious, and Aunt Yan also said that I must eat them with tea. It would be better, but Pengpeng doesn’t like it, the brown sugar glutinous rice cake is so sweet, and the tea is so bitter.”
Zhang Zhong stroked Pengpeng's head with a smile, "Yes, we can eat sweets, and let others eat bitter ones."
"Uh-huh."
Zhang Zhong doesn't like sweets, that is, he can eat a few pieces of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes from Jiujiu Coffee, and he has also eaten brown sugar glutinous rice cakes from other places. Many of them are so sweet that eating one piece is too much.
However, it is an instinct for children to eat sweets. After all, the first taste that babies come into contact with is the sweetness of breast milk.
With the passage of time and the transformation of cognition, the child's taste will also undergo some changes. Maybe in a few years, Peng Peng's taste will be the same as mine, which is more oily and spicy.
But now, sweetness must come first in her heart.
Zhang Zhong didn't deliberately control her to eat sweets, as long as she didn't eat too much.A brown sugar glutinous rice cake, Peng Peng sat alone in the living room and ate it in a while.
Because the [-]st is Tuesday, Pengpeng and the others only have to go to school for four days this week, and they will start to rest on Saturday tomorrow.
As soon as Pengpeng came back, he threw the schoolbag on the sofa, as if the baby would not touch it tonight.
Zhang Zhong didn't urge her to do homework. Compared with doing homework, Zhang Zhong felt that she was more suitable for playing or watching TV at this age. The reason why she was not allowed to watch TV for too long was because she was afraid that it would be bad for her eyes. It doesn't matter.
"Pengpeng, Dad will take you to the studio last time to learn how to paint tomorrow, okay?"
Zhang Zhong cooked the rice, walked out of the kitchen wiping his hands, and asked with a smile.
Pengpeng was looking at Little Pig Maomao, when he heard Zhang Zhong's words, he jumped off the sofa, rushed to Zhang Zhong and hugged his leg, "Dad, is this where I drew Niu Niu last time?"
It seems that this girl really likes to draw, and when she heard that she was going to learn to draw, she even put aside her favorite cartoons.
"Yeah, do you still remember Mr. Xu who taught you how to draw last time?"
"Hmm!" Pengpeng nodded, "Remember, Teacher Xu is so beautiful."
"You girl." Zhang Zhong smiled and bent down to hug her into his arms, "Ms. Xu taught you how to draw, how do you remember that she is beautiful?"
"Teacher Xu is really beautiful."
"Well, then tomorrow dad will take you to learn painting from the beautiful teacher Xu."
"Okay, okay."
"But if you learn to draw in the future, you will spend much less time watching cartoons, don't you care?"
Hearing Zhang Zhong's words, Peng Peng bit his lip, as if he was making a difficult choice.
On one side is the cute little pig Maomao, and on the other side is my favorite painting, whichever one I choose makes me happy, but giving up whichever one makes me feel sad.
"I want to paint."
After some ideological struggle, Peng Peng finally made a choice. Between painting and animation, she chose the former.
Of course Zhang Zhong was happy, and said with a smile, "Then you don't regret it?"
"I don't regret it now."
"What about after that?"
"Pengpeng doesn't know what will happen in the future."
……
Yes, who knows what will happen next?Zhang Zhong felt that he had been taught a lesson by his daughter.
When making a choice, some people always ask whether they will regret it in the future, and some people simply say that they will definitely regret it in the future.
But who can know what will happen in the future?
When faced with a choice, just follow your heart at the time.At least at this moment, in Pengpeng's heart, learning to paint takes up a greater proportion, and that's enough.
This is the truth of living in the moment.
Thinking about it this way, many people may not live a thorough life with a child.
Zhang Zhong stroked Peng Peng's hair, "Then you have to get up early tomorrow morning, and then we will go find Teacher Xu together."
"Hmm." Pengpeng grinned.
squeak--
The door of the house opened, and Hu Huifang looked up at the father and daughter while changing her slippers.
"What's the good thing? It looks like a flower has grown on Pengpeng's face."
"Grandma, grandma, daddy told me to take me to learn painting tomorrow." Pengpeng couldn't wait to share the good news as soon as he saw grandma.
Hu Huifang glanced at Zhang Chong suspiciously, then smiled and said to Pengpeng, "Then Pengpeng must study hard and strive to become a great painter."
"Don't worry grandma, Pengpeng will definitely become a great painter."
"Well, let's watch TV, Pengpeng, your father and I are going to cook."
"Oh." Pengpeng remembered that the TV was still showing Little Pig Maomao, and suddenly "slid" from Zhang Zhong's arms.
Zhang Zhong stared blankly at Peng Peng who was crawling down his body, with a look of astonishment, when did this girl learn the bone shrinking skill?The set of movements just now was like that of a loach.
When Pengpeng returned to the sofa to watch TV, Hu Huifang dragged Zhang Zhong to the kitchen, "Son, what's the matter with learning to paint, don't you get paid on the tenth?"
The meaning is obvious, where does the money come from?
Zhang Zhong explained with a smile, "I just received part of the reward. Since Pengpeng likes painting, I want to enroll her in a class. I have consulted about the price, and it is not very expensive."
"Received part of it? Then the money from your Aunt Wu's house..."
"It's not enough. I'll pay it back after all the tenths are issued."
"Well... I know you are doing it for Peng Peng's own good, but you must have a steelyard in your heart and be able to distinguish priorities." Hu Huifang said earnestly.
Zhang nodded, "I know."
It is understandable for Hu Huifang to be afraid that he will spend money lavishly. After all, the situation at home is really not very good now.
"Mom, don't worry, I made a lot of money last month. In a few months, I will change you and Dad to a bigger house." Zhang Zhong usually doesn't like to draw cakes for others, but this time he painted a cake. , but also to make my mother happy.
"Come on, I don't want a big house. I'm satisfied if we can raise Pengpeng well, and you... Forget it, let's not talk about it, I'm cooking, you go out."
"I'm here to help you."
"Why do you help, don't make trouble, go watch TV with Pengpeng, let her sit upright and watch TV crookedly, it's not good for your eyes."
Zhang Zhong was kicked out of the kitchen by the queen at home, smiled embarrassingly, and ran to watch TV with the little princess at home.
Seeing his father coming, Peng Peng tilted his head and said, "Dad, don't you want to cook?"
Thanks to [Wind and Snow for a Beautiful Woman] book friends for their 500 rewards, number one on the list, amazing, and spreading flowers!Ha ha
(End of this chapter)
Of course, the packaged brown sugar glutinous rice cakes are for Peng Peng.
When Zhang Zhong opened the box of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes in front of Peng Peng, the little guy's eyes were filled with little stars.
"Brown sugar glutinous rice cake!"
Zhang Zhong laughed, "Have you ever eaten?"
Pengpeng nodded his head, "Yeah, I've eaten from the old man's house at the door, and Aunt Yan took me there. His brown sugar glutinous rice cakes are delicious, and Aunt Yan also said that I must eat them with tea. It would be better, but Pengpeng doesn’t like it, the brown sugar glutinous rice cake is so sweet, and the tea is so bitter.”
Zhang Zhong stroked Pengpeng's head with a smile, "Yes, we can eat sweets, and let others eat bitter ones."
"Uh-huh."
Zhang Zhong doesn't like sweets, that is, he can eat a few pieces of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes from Jiujiu Coffee, and he has also eaten brown sugar glutinous rice cakes from other places. Many of them are so sweet that eating one piece is too much.
However, it is an instinct for children to eat sweets. After all, the first taste that babies come into contact with is the sweetness of breast milk.
With the passage of time and the transformation of cognition, the child's taste will also undergo some changes. Maybe in a few years, Peng Peng's taste will be the same as mine, which is more oily and spicy.
But now, sweetness must come first in her heart.
Zhang Zhong didn't deliberately control her to eat sweets, as long as she didn't eat too much.A brown sugar glutinous rice cake, Peng Peng sat alone in the living room and ate it in a while.
Because the [-]st is Tuesday, Pengpeng and the others only have to go to school for four days this week, and they will start to rest on Saturday tomorrow.
As soon as Pengpeng came back, he threw the schoolbag on the sofa, as if the baby would not touch it tonight.
Zhang Zhong didn't urge her to do homework. Compared with doing homework, Zhang Zhong felt that she was more suitable for playing or watching TV at this age. The reason why she was not allowed to watch TV for too long was because she was afraid that it would be bad for her eyes. It doesn't matter.
"Pengpeng, Dad will take you to the studio last time to learn how to paint tomorrow, okay?"
Zhang Zhong cooked the rice, walked out of the kitchen wiping his hands, and asked with a smile.
Pengpeng was looking at Little Pig Maomao, when he heard Zhang Zhong's words, he jumped off the sofa, rushed to Zhang Zhong and hugged his leg, "Dad, is this where I drew Niu Niu last time?"
It seems that this girl really likes to draw, and when she heard that she was going to learn to draw, she even put aside her favorite cartoons.
"Yeah, do you still remember Mr. Xu who taught you how to draw last time?"
"Hmm!" Pengpeng nodded, "Remember, Teacher Xu is so beautiful."
"You girl." Zhang Zhong smiled and bent down to hug her into his arms, "Ms. Xu taught you how to draw, how do you remember that she is beautiful?"
"Teacher Xu is really beautiful."
"Well, then tomorrow dad will take you to learn painting from the beautiful teacher Xu."
"Okay, okay."
"But if you learn to draw in the future, you will spend much less time watching cartoons, don't you care?"
Hearing Zhang Zhong's words, Peng Peng bit his lip, as if he was making a difficult choice.
On one side is the cute little pig Maomao, and on the other side is my favorite painting, whichever one I choose makes me happy, but giving up whichever one makes me feel sad.
"I want to paint."
After some ideological struggle, Peng Peng finally made a choice. Between painting and animation, she chose the former.
Of course Zhang Zhong was happy, and said with a smile, "Then you don't regret it?"
"I don't regret it now."
"What about after that?"
"Pengpeng doesn't know what will happen in the future."
……
Yes, who knows what will happen next?Zhang Zhong felt that he had been taught a lesson by his daughter.
When making a choice, some people always ask whether they will regret it in the future, and some people simply say that they will definitely regret it in the future.
But who can know what will happen in the future?
When faced with a choice, just follow your heart at the time.At least at this moment, in Pengpeng's heart, learning to paint takes up a greater proportion, and that's enough.
This is the truth of living in the moment.
Thinking about it this way, many people may not live a thorough life with a child.
Zhang Zhong stroked Peng Peng's hair, "Then you have to get up early tomorrow morning, and then we will go find Teacher Xu together."
"Hmm." Pengpeng grinned.
squeak--
The door of the house opened, and Hu Huifang looked up at the father and daughter while changing her slippers.
"What's the good thing? It looks like a flower has grown on Pengpeng's face."
"Grandma, grandma, daddy told me to take me to learn painting tomorrow." Pengpeng couldn't wait to share the good news as soon as he saw grandma.
Hu Huifang glanced at Zhang Chong suspiciously, then smiled and said to Pengpeng, "Then Pengpeng must study hard and strive to become a great painter."
"Don't worry grandma, Pengpeng will definitely become a great painter."
"Well, let's watch TV, Pengpeng, your father and I are going to cook."
"Oh." Pengpeng remembered that the TV was still showing Little Pig Maomao, and suddenly "slid" from Zhang Zhong's arms.
Zhang Zhong stared blankly at Peng Peng who was crawling down his body, with a look of astonishment, when did this girl learn the bone shrinking skill?The set of movements just now was like that of a loach.
When Pengpeng returned to the sofa to watch TV, Hu Huifang dragged Zhang Zhong to the kitchen, "Son, what's the matter with learning to paint, don't you get paid on the tenth?"
The meaning is obvious, where does the money come from?
Zhang Zhong explained with a smile, "I just received part of the reward. Since Pengpeng likes painting, I want to enroll her in a class. I have consulted about the price, and it is not very expensive."
"Received part of it? Then the money from your Aunt Wu's house..."
"It's not enough. I'll pay it back after all the tenths are issued."
"Well... I know you are doing it for Peng Peng's own good, but you must have a steelyard in your heart and be able to distinguish priorities." Hu Huifang said earnestly.
Zhang nodded, "I know."
It is understandable for Hu Huifang to be afraid that he will spend money lavishly. After all, the situation at home is really not very good now.
"Mom, don't worry, I made a lot of money last month. In a few months, I will change you and Dad to a bigger house." Zhang Zhong usually doesn't like to draw cakes for others, but this time he painted a cake. , but also to make my mother happy.
"Come on, I don't want a big house. I'm satisfied if we can raise Pengpeng well, and you... Forget it, let's not talk about it, I'm cooking, you go out."
"I'm here to help you."
"Why do you help, don't make trouble, go watch TV with Pengpeng, let her sit upright and watch TV crookedly, it's not good for your eyes."
Zhang Zhong was kicked out of the kitchen by the queen at home, smiled embarrassingly, and ran to watch TV with the little princess at home.
Seeing his father coming, Peng Peng tilted his head and said, "Dad, don't you want to cook?"
Thanks to [Wind and Snow for a Beautiful Woman] book friends for their 500 rewards, number one on the list, amazing, and spreading flowers!Ha ha
(End of this chapter)
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