After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me

Chapter 340 The Already Fragile Father-Daughter Relationship Worsens

The games in kindergarten were never too difficult. With a large group of children divided into teams of five, the tasks were identical for all, focusing on both accuracy and speed.

Qin Yan held the whiteboard, watching the little girl beside him, her ponytail tied high, and straightened his back confidently. He had this round in the bag!

"I'll guess," Ye Lingfeng pushed Qin Lie aside, standing opposite Zhouzhou. Qin Lie didn't contest, moving to the side to watch.

Ye Lingfeng glanced at him slightly surprised. Why was he being so agreeable this time? He didn't dwell on it, instead looking at Zhouzhou with a confident gleam in his eye.

Today, he would make Zhouzhou call him "Dad"!

The competition began quickly. Zhouzhou glanced at the question and immediately grabbed a pen to draw on the whiteboard. In just a few seconds, she finished and turned it over for Ye Lingfeng to see, eagerly awaiting his approval.

The teacher reminded, "It's a type of fruit."

Ye Lingfeng looked at the still distorted lines confidently and said, "Banana."

"It's an apple," Huo Ji'an interrupted as he looked at Yu Ze's painting.

"Correct," the teacher awarded him with a small red flower and added ten points under his name.

Seeing this, Zhouzhou was anxious and angrily glared at Ye Lingfeng, "Sharp Tongue Uncle, can't you do any better?"

Ye Lingfeng looked at her blankly, puzzled by her response, his expression somewhat awkward. Which apple in the world is so long?

However, he remembered that she was his own daughter. Ye Lingfeng swallowed the criticism he was about to make and wiped the sweat from his head, saying, "Keep going, keep going."

The next question quickly appeared. After looking at it, Zhouzhou began to draw again, and she was the first to finish.

The teacher said, "It's a kind of plant."

Ye Lingfeng carefully studied the drawing in Zhouzhou's hand and said, "Leaf!"

It was a circle with some lines that looked like little tadpoles, and they were the patterns on the leaf. He was sure he couldn't be wrong this time.

Qin Feng said, "Sunflower."

"Correct answer, Qin Feng, ten points for you," the teacher said.

Hearing this, Zhouzhou stamped her chubby feet on the ground in frustration, glaring at Ye Lingfeng.@@@@

She pointed her chubby finger at the lines in the circle and said, "This is a melon seed! Melon seed! Sharp Tongue Uncle, don't you recognize it?"

Of course he recognized melon seeds, but whose melon seeds looked like that?

Ye Lingfeng was a little stunned.

Neither was willing to admit defeat, and neither won any points in two rounds. The already fragile father-daughter relationship was even more on the verge of collapse.

Zhouzhou turned her head and gave a soft hum, "I'll give you one more chance."

Ye Lingfeng nodded solemnly, tightened his fist, and this time, he had to guess right.

In the third round,s he drew an animal.

Oh, how he wished he could just give him a good beating!

Huo Ji'an came in first and rushed happily to Zhouzhou's side, encouragingly patting her shoulder. "Don't worry, chubby girl, we still have more games to play."

He held onto Yu Ze proudly, lifting his chin. "But you guys have to work hard too. My dad is super awesome!"

The little boy was boasting in a childish manner. Yu Ze could see his expression just by lowering her head. The corners of her mouth under her mask couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Zhouzhou held Qin Lie's leg, feeling down. "I want to play with Dad next."

She didn't want to play with Sharp Tongue Uncle anymore. With him, they could never win first place.

She said he was clumsy at games, didn't admit it, and always wanted to compete with Dad. He was both incompetent and loved playing!

The real victim, Ye Lingfeng, didn't even know the truth. He could only reluctantly accept the blame.

Grandpa and Grandma Qin understood what was going on, laughing sympathetically at Ye Lingfeng. It was so pitiful.

Ye Lingfeng was both angry and amused, not knowing who the real culprit was.

The competition continued in full swing. The next game was a relay that required three people, so even if Zhouzhou didn't want to, Ye Lingfeng had to join in.

The little girl looked up at him, looking worried. "Sharp Tongue Uncle, are you sure you can do it? Or should I let Sixth Brother come instead? We need an extra person on that side."

Hearing this, Ye Lingfeng irritably tapped her on the head. "Don't worry, except for singing and drawing, everything else is definitely fine."

At his words, Zhouzhou blinked, suddenly realizing, "So Sharp Tongue Uncle can't sing either!"

Ye Lingfeng: ?

Who really sings poorly? He couldn't trust her!

For the first time, Ye Lingfeng realized that you shouldn't always praise children blindly; sometimes, it's better to tell the truth. Otherwise, as it is now, he would have to shoulder the blame himself.

What could he do? He was once part of the "praise squad," so now, besides admitting it, what else could he do?

He ruffled the little girl's hair, his mood slightly improved. "Don't worry, we'll definitely get first place."

"Yeah!"

Their team was ready, but Huo Ji'an's side was missing one person.

Grandma Huo didn't want her grandson to be upset, so she volunteered to join.

She was only in her fifties and well-preserved, so running a few steps was no problem for her.

However, compared to others, her speed would definitely be a bit slower.

Worried about losing, Huo Ji'an looked up at Yu Ze, feeling anxious.

Yu Ze comfortingly patted his head, saying, "Participation is what matters."

Her voice was calm, like a cool lake, instantly calming Huo Ji'an's anxiety. He tightly held her hand, nodding vigorously, and looked up at her with a smile.

On the side, Qin Yan happened to pass by. Hearing her words, he paused, turning his head in surprise. This voice...