The President’s Five Children

What’s this?

Anna was puzzled beyond belief, “Mordecai, why are you here washing the brushes, no painting?”

Mordecai tilted his head, the movement of his hand was unceasing, “Painting, my sister is painting, Enoch and I are playing the understudy.”

Hearing this, Anna noticed that Enoch was crouching not far away, sharpening pencils.

It’s really an understudy.

As for Amad, he was sitting in front of the easel, sketching the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window with one stroke.

It was really a stark contrast to the two older brothers.

Nan Qing thought this was arranged by the art teacher and wanted to go up and question him.

Yes, Mordecai and Enoch’s drawing skills are, indeed, not as good as Amad’s, but they can’t be treated differently like this.

It was time for the children to grieve in their hearts.

He was about to ask for justice when Mordecai stopped him.

Mordecai’s head shook like a rattle, his voice pleading, “Mommy, I like to wash my sister’s pens, don’t go to the teacher, let me wash them!

Enoch chimed in, “I learn a lot from sharpening pencils, and I’d like to keep doing it.”

These two, something’s not right.

Anna grimaces, “What’s going on?”

The two little ones looked at each other, a little embarrassed, their voices were muffled, “Mommy, we two are not drawing material, we really don’t want to learn.”

The main reason was that they didn’t have as good a talent as their sister, they couldn’t just start painting landscapes right off the bat.

The two of them were now tasked with painting eggs.

They were almost puking from drawing, but the teacher didn’t have the intention to call a halt yet.

Originally, it was to accompany the sister to learn painting together, if because of the egg painting, later on to the painting paper conditioned reflex, see want to vomit, then how to praise the sister’s paintings every day ah.

So once the two of them discussed, they started to find something else to do.

One washed the pens, the other sharpened them.

Anyway, they could do anything, but they couldn’t continue to draw eggs.

Anna almost laughed.

But on second thought, she thought it was fine.

In the first place, every child has different hobbies. If they are not interested in drawing, they can’t force them to do it, right?

Just do whatever you want to do!

Anna just urged Enoch to be careful when sharpening the pencils, and then went to Amad’s side.

In just half an hour, Amad’s painting was already taking shape.

Almost as soon as the brush was in his hand, Amad already knew where to draw in his mind, and his strokes were decisive and clean, without any delay, and with a great sense of sophistication.

Anna had taken art in college, and remembered that when the teacher demonstrated on the stage, this was her style.

It looks like Amad will have a great career in this field in the future.

As a mother herself, Anna was of course happy.

She stood by the side and tried not to make any noise, so as not to disturb Amad.

Only when the painting was finished and Amad put down her brush did Anna attach herself and give her a kiss on the forehead, “My baby, you’re great!”

What a source of pride for her.

After complimenting Amad, she turned to Mordecai and Enoch.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

In the spirit of wanting to treat everyone the same, Anna ran over to give them each a flying kiss as well.

“The pens are so cleanly washed.”

“Pencils sharpen beautifully!”

Mordecai