Qinghe regained his composure, "Ye'er draws very well."
"Really?" Little Ye'er's voice was clearly displeased, "But Mom said my drawings are an eyesore. She even said my drawing skills are poor..."
Qinghe smiled gently, "Your mom is evaluating from an appreciative perspective. Fourth Uncle can't draw; my ability to read and write was taught by your mom. Even my medical skills were taught by her... Now that my legs are better, I will soon be able to learn to walk again—it's all because of her..." It turns out everything he had was given by Qingyue, "For someone who can't draw, the fact that Ye'er can create a painting is already quite remarkable."
"So, does that mean I'm even better than Fourth Uncle?" Little Ye'er's eyes sparkled.
"Yes, indeed. In Fourth Uncle's heart, Ye'er is the second most impressive."
"Then who is the most impressive?" Little Ye'er asked, then immediately realized, "It must be Mom."
