Logically speaking, Xi Xi's drawing was still at the level of a child's doodling. However, in terms of artistic conception and composition, Xi Xi still had some talent!
Yang Ran's eyes lit up. After praising and encouraging the little girl, he suggested, "Xi Xi, Daddy will teach you how to draw, okay?"
In his previous life, Yang Yi had learned zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting in the assassin training camp. He knew all kinds of skills, which were the basic skills of disguise!
After all, the next mission of the poker assassin organization was the most difficult and arduous! Without any skills to hide in the crowd, Yang Yi would have been caught by the police countless times!
Yang Yi didn't like drawing very much, and later became obsessed with music. In his free time, he liked to listen to music, watch movies, and spend some time in his carefully arranged safe house. As for drawing and other skills, after leaving the training camp, he didn't improve at all.
However, it was still possible to fool Xi Xi!
Of course, it wouldn't work if he just talked about it, so Yang Yi showed Xi Xi his skills at the beginning.
Under the little girl's amazed gaze, Yang Yi held a black pencil and gently sketched. After a few strokes, a little girl with long hair appeared on the paper.
It had the charm of a cartoon style in his previous life, and the little girl's facial contours, expression, and appearance were very similar to Xi Xi's. She was also wearing the lace gauze dress, long pantyhose, and small leather shoes that Xi Xi was wearing now!
In addition, Yang Yi deliberately drew the little girl's head big, and her big eyes were very anime style. Her hair that reached the ground was like a waterfall falling down, and she was very cute!
Xi Xi liked it so much that she couldn't take her eyes off it. She opened her small mouth and exclaimed in admiration, "Wow, Papa, Papa is so awesome!"
Hearing his daughter's praise, Yang Yi felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. It was simply bursting!
Even though Yang Yi had been careful not to speak too much for fear of exposing himself, he couldn't help but ask, "Xi Xi, can you tell who Dad is drawing?"
Yang Yi used to be a soldier, so his voice was loud and clear. But when he was talking to his daughter, he was so gentle that he didn't seem like a tough guy at all. Not to mention Leon, who had always been cold and aloof in his previous life. Even he himself wouldn't dare to believe it!
"I know, I know. It's Xi Xi!" Xi Xi was bashful. She pointed at herself happily, but she also felt embarrassed. She giggled and threw herself into her father's arms, only revealing half of her bright eyes.
…
For almost the entire afternoon, Yang Yi was teaching Xi Xi how to sketch. He also personally helped the little fellow fill in some of her simple paintings.
Xi Xi was having a great time. Her bell-like laughter rang out one after another.
Little did she know that her father was actually happier than she was! Because Yang Yi was worried that he would expose himself, it didn't happen.
Perhaps Xi Xi would feel that the father in front of her was no longer the clumsy and dull father she used to know! But she was still young and didn't have so many suspicions. The little fellow firmly believed in her own eyes. Her father was her father. How could it be someone else?
In fact, Yang Yi in the past would have found it difficult to even appreciate Xi Xi's paintings, let alone draw. But Xi Xi didn't care why her father suddenly became so powerful!
The little fellow was now almost a fanatic fan who worshipped her father.
.....
Happy times passed quickly. Unknowingly, the sun was setting in the west, and the street lights outside the window lit up with a faint halo.
Xi Xi was tired from playing. A child's physique was not as good as an adult's. Under Yang Yi's coaxing, she fell into a deep sleep.
Yang Yi carefully carried Xi Xi to the middle of the bed. He carefully placed a small pillow on her and tucked her soft hair into a bun to prevent her from feeling uncomfortable.
It was April, and the early spring was still chilly. Especially after the sun went down, the air was slightly chilly. Yang Yi went to the cupboard and searched for a while before he found a neither thin nor thick towel and covered Xi Xi with it.
"Okay, the question now is, what should we eat tonight?" Yang Yi gently closed the bedroom door and rubbed his chin as he pondered.
The place he lived in was about 20 square meters. But although it was small, it had everything. There was a bedroom, a small living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Of course, every small space was very narrow, especially the kitchen!
Other than a stove and a sink, the rest of the space in the kitchen could only fit a strong man like him. It couldn't accommodate anyone else!
Even moving around was troublesome …
His previous life was still better. He had money, a place, and could even live in a mansion … However, Yang Yi was not picky. He rummaged through the fridge and rice jar left behind by his predecessor, thinking about what to prepare for Xi Xi's dinner!
When it came to cooking, Yang Yi was a rookie in the past. He only knew how to cook some white rice. The dishes that went with the rice were either pickled vegetables, olives, or vegetables that he boiled himself and ate with soy sauce.
On one hand, it was because of his low income and lack of money. After having a child, Yang Yi saved up all his money and used it to buy everything Xi Xi wanted when he was with Xi Xi. It had to be said that Yang Yi's love for his daughter was definitely more than anything else in the world.
Of course, on the other hand, Yang Yi did not have the cells to learn cooking in the past.
But the current Yang Yi was different. In his previous life, he lived alone and was very well-off. When it came to food, he would definitely not treat himself badly. Even if he personally cooked, whether it was Chinese food or Western food, he would be able to take it out!
Of course, in his previous life, he could only admire himself. Now, he could finally cook for his beloved little one. Yang Yi had to be more serious!
However, Yang Yi quickly scratched his head.
"Even the cleverest housewife can't cook without rice!" He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
In the fridge, there were a few eggs and ham sausages. Then there was the cabbage that the previous Yang Yi ate for many years …
There was still plenty of rice in the rice jar. However, it was obvious that with the rice, even if it was Yang Yi's cooking, it would be tasteless …
Yang Yi could still make do with it, but he could not use this "pig food" to entertain his daughter!
However, at this time, it was too late to buy groceries. Yang Yi rented a house in a remote area. It would take half an hour to walk to the nearest market. Yang Yi was not at ease leaving Xi Xi alone at home.
So, what should he eat for dinner?
Should he go out to a restaurant? But the hygiene of the small restaurants near the village in the city was worrying!
Yang Yi finally looked at the instant noodles box in the corner. There was still half a box of instant noodles inside.
This was the spiritual food of his previous life after he came back from the night shift. Sometimes, when he was tired and hungry, he did not have the leisure to wait for the rice to be cooked. He would make a bowl of hot instant noodles and eat it before going to sleep.
"Instant noodles are the food of loneliness. It is the best friend of those who cannot sleep." Looking at this half box of instant noodles, Yang Yi's memory of it emerged. He could not help but sigh. His heart was slightly sour.
Yang Yi shook his head and threw this thought away. For tonight's dinner, he already had an idea.
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